Rough draft of one of the first chapters of Legacy.

Peter walked the halls with a certain spring to his step the next morning. His usual worries seemed nearly laughable on a day like this. Whom shall he fear? Wasn't he Peter Caspund, the most courageous 13 year old this school has ever seen?
Daigy glowered at him as he passed her. Peter then remembered he still failed to apologize for last weeks actions. She narrowed her eyes even further when he gave her a second glance. Seriously, accidentally balding her cat isn't that big of a deal, but still, an apology would have been the gentlemanly thing to do.
Peters shoulders slumped a little as he decided to turn around and attempt a proper apology. Surprisingly, Daigy's face no longer showed signs of anger. Her eyes were wide and her mouth dropped into a small o.
"Daigy? Whats the matter?" She didn't respond. Peter snapped a couple of times in her face. She barely blinked. "Very funny," he snorted, "are you intimidating Mr. Kitty?"
No response.
"Dai, whats going on?" Peter heard his voice go up an octave on the last word. There was no trace of humor left in his tone.
He heard her fall before he saw it. An ugly Thump! sounded as her head hit into the lockers behind her.
"DAIGY!" Peter screamed. Where are all the students? He thought frantically. They were here a second ago, weren't they? Daigy's eyes were now closed and she barely stirred. "HELP! ANYONE? HELP!" He knelt down, no longer concerned about his new suit, and lightly slapped her face. "Oh, come on, Dai! Wake up!"
Pulse. Where do I check for a pulse? Adrenaline pumped through his veins and a chill ran up his spine. At that moment he heard a whisper from just barely around the corridor.
"Thats the peter boy, is it not?" It hissed. Peter whipped his head around. Fear suddenly quickened his own pulse. The voice did not sound like it came from a friend. Peter opened his mouth to ask if anyone is there, but words failed him. He swallowed hard and tried again.
"Hello? Is anyone there? My friend is hurt."
No reply.
Peter thought he could hear his heart beating louder. He turned back to Daigy. He pressed his fingers against her neck. There was a steady beat.
She was alive.
The voice whispered again. "Take him, too? But wh-wh-why?" Peter froze. Could this really be happening? It continued to speak, "The master says to take him as well. But whyyyy? Don't whine. Master doesn't like whines. Ohhh... hes awake though!" The voice sounded nervous and raspy. It continued to mumble things Peter couldn't understand.
Peter stood up.
"Who is there?!" He said loudly. He sounded braver than he felt.
The voice replied this time. "Ohh... he speaks to me! But how does he hear it? Can he hear me now? Shhhh... don't talk anymore, master won't like that."
"I can hear you!" Peter called. He was beginning to feel braver. Suddenly he was walking briskly around the corner to the other corridor. His curiosity and adrenaline pushing him further than he would normally go.
It was empty.
CRASH!
Peter jumped at the noise from behind him. A broken pot and soil was now rearranging itself as if an invisible finger were writing in the fallen soil.
Peter's eyes widened. Someone was spelling words to him.
It read:
"FLEA YU NASTY BOY! OR SHE DYES!"
Peters knees weakened. Is this some sort of trick? Oh NO!
"DAIGY!" He whipped back around the corner to where Daigy was.
All that was there was her book bag.