Title: All Hell Breaks Loose
Disclaimer: All characters from One Tree Hill are property of Mark Schwahn and those at Tollin/Robbins Productions and Warner Bros. Television Production Inc. All stories, original plotlines and characters are property of their respective owners. No copyright infringement intended.
Primary pairing: Nathan/Haley
Summary: Everything happens for a reason, or so they say, but he was the one that wanted revenge so why did she pay the price?
1. DEATH IS ONLY THE BEGINNING
Nathan looked around him. He was standing in a park in Tree Hill, North Carolina. More specifically, he was standing next to a big oak tree in the park. It was a single tree by itself, but under the canopy of the tree laid a tombstone. The tombstone read a name and two dates on it. Not a lot of writing for someone who had passed on. Usually there were words describing who the person was, but not this one. Because the truth of the matter was that she was young. She had so much ahead of her and then in one fowl swoop, it had all ended for her. He fought back tears as he opened his mouth to speak. "This is entirely my fault," he said to the woman next to him.
"Nathan, we've been through this. You are not responsible for her death," Peyton Sawyer said.
"But I am, Peyton. If it weren't for me, none of this would've happened and we both know it," Nathan said. Peyton just looked at him. "I wanted her to pay. I wanted to make her suffer and I didn't care what I had to do. I wanted to ruin her life just like she had ruined mine."
"You didn't kill her," Peyton pointed out.
"I may as well have," Nathan said. He choked back a sob and held his face in his hands. "God! I'm such an idiot. I loved her so much and she nearly killed me. I was so angry with her for what she did. I wanted revenge, but I never, ever wanted her to die." He broke down crying and Peyton put her hand on his shoulder as he knelt down on the ground and continued to cry. Nathan opened his eyes again and felt a presence. It was almost as if she were alive it felt so much like hers.
"Can I help you two?" a voice asked. Both Nathan and Peyton whirled around to face a woman a few years younger than them. This person was almost like a clone of her in a way. Her hair was the same sun-streaked colour as hers. Her pale complexion was reminiscent of hers; Nathan swore she could be her ghost.
Then, he looked at her eyes and realized that this person was not a mirage or a ghost. She was real and she was definitely someone he had never met before no matter how much she resembled the person he had known. Her eyes were hazel, not blue. They were full of knowledge, confusion and mystery. There was something else in them: something so profoundly scarred, Nathan had to look away. "Who are you?" Peyton asked.
"I believe I asked you a question first," the girl said. Her voice was edged with suspicion and laced with annoyance.
"We're just visiting our friend's grave, that's all. There's no need to be so rude," Peyton said. This seemed to faze the girl a bit. She looked at them curiously as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear again. She looked at the tombstone.
"You knew her?" the girl asked. They both nodded. "How?"
"Now hold on a second here, Miss Nosy. We answered your question, which by the way, was totally and completely rude. We have a right to mourn people just like everyone else does. Why do you care so much that you have to question every visitor to this particular grave?" Peyton demanded in annoyance. The girl looked down at the grave and then back up at them.
"Taylor was my sister," she replied somewhat angrily. Peyton's head shot up at her answer.