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Chapter 1- Lima, Ohio
Kill, kill, kill.
Those words continuously ran through her mind, the need to kill becoming too much, it had been too long since her last kill, she craved the feel of blood on her hands. She wanted to feel pain, to hear her victims scream as they took their last breath in front of her. She wanted to see them look into her eyes and remember her face, the face that took their life away, the face that had no remorse, no warmth, just a cold hearted person. That's what they would see, and she wanted them to see that. She needed them to see that. Because according to Yelena Shamova, nobody deserved to die happy.
Yelena Shamova was a serial killer who was sentenced to spend the rest of her life in Black Dura prison, the worst prison in Russia. She had spent 6 years in that place before she finally escaped, with a little outside help. Yelena started a riot, a riot which kept all of the guards occupied with her fellow inmates while she escaped. After shooting her way out of Black Dura prison, a hired getaway driver drove her to a field, where a Russian plane waited, ready to take the woman to America.
Yelena was raised in Russia by a man who bought her on the market. He was an American man, kind to some but horrible to others. He raised Yelena to be evil, he sent her out to kill people, innocent people, at first Yelena protested, but eventually she grew to love her job. One night changed everything though, her father had been found guilty of many horrific crimes and was sentenced to spend the rest of his life in prison. Yelena was alone, the only people she had was her fathers workers, the men who did his bidding.
Yelena became careless, she didn't have her father to guide her, which is how she ended up in Black Dura prison. At the age of 18, Yelena Shamova was found guilty of killing 22 people, that they knew about, and was sentenced to spend the rest of her life in prison. And although Black Dura prison was one of the worst prisons in Russia, Yelena was feared by all, the people who crossed her always regretted it, she would kill every single one of them.
Her plane ride to America wasn't fun at all. The team of men on board gave her a complete makeover, since the world would be looking for her, she needed a new identity. Within the space of a few hours, Yelena's gold teeth were removed and quickly replaced with whiter than white teeth. Her dark hair was changed to blonde, and her once dark eyes were now bright blue. Her cold rough face had been softened, to an extent, and her prison clothes were replaced by a white t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. It wasn't exactly something Yelena was used to, but it was definitely something she liked.
She thanked the men who had helped her escape from Russia and began walking down the long narrow road, ready to start her new life. It was a warm day, and Yelena soon grew tired of the never ending road, she wasn't liking Ohio at all. Her luck soon changed when the first vehicle in over an hour passed her by, she watched as the red truck stopped and a brown haired woman stuck her head out of the window.
"Want a ride?" The woman offered, opening the passenger door for Yelena to get in. Yelena tilted her head to the side, the woman sounded odd, it had been a long time since she had heard an American accent, it reminded her of the man who raised her. Her father.
"Hmm." Yelena muttered, slowly walking forward and opening the drivers side of the red truck. "You can get out." Yelena ordered, her hard face showing.
"W-what?" The woman stuttered, gulping when she saw Yelena clench her fists, anger written all over her face. "I-I can give you a ride to wherever you want."
Yelena laughed, this woman wasn't going to give her a ride anywhere. "I said, get out!" Yelena snapped, pulling the woman by her hair and dragging her out of the truck, throwing her on the ground.
"W-who are you?" The woman cried, covering her face when it looked like Yelena was about to hit her.
"My name is Yelena Shamova." She answered in her low voice. Yelena smiled down at the woman on the floor. "But you can call me, Brittany Pierce." She added, trying out her new name. "Mmm, Brittany, I like the sound of that, it's pretty awesome, huh?" She laughed, replaying the name over and over again in her head.
"What do you want, Brittany?" The woman asked, trying desperately to sound strong but failing miserably.
Brittany tilted her head to the side again, scrunching up her face as she thought about what she wanted. There was a lot Brittany wanted, she wanted to be free, she wanted a whole new life and a fresh start, but no matter how much she changed her looks, she would always be a cold hearted serial killer, that was never going to change. "I want you to stand up." The blonde woman said.
"W-why?" The brown haired woman shook her head. "If you want my truck just take it! I don't care just please leave me alone, you're scaring me."
"But if I leave you alone you're more than likely going to call the cops or something, right?" Brittany said, knowing that's exactly what the woman would do. The brown haired woman didn't reply, she had nothing to say. "Basically, I'm going to snap your neck and I'd prefer you to be standing up when it happens so I can throw you into the back seat." Brittany said bluntly, making the womans eyes go wide. "It's your choice though, I don't mind you sitting down on the ground when it happens, if it makes you more comfortable."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" The woman cried, attempting to crawl away from the crazy woman in front of her. Brittany rolled her eyes, she hated doing it the hard way. With one hard twist, the sound of a neck breaking was heard. The woman lay motionless on the ground.
"Jesus fucking Christ, now I have to lift you into the back seat, it would of been much easier if you just co-operated." Brittany said to the dead woman on the ground. Brittany then lifted the woman up and threw her into the back seat, closing the door behind her and quickly getting into the drivers seat. "It's been a while since I've done this." The blonde muttered, referring to driving a vehicle. Brittany hadn't drove anything for over 6 years, it was strange for her to be back behind the wheel.
Brittany eventually got used to driving again and half an hour later, she spotted a small town. She squinted her eyes at the sign just in front of the town, and she read "Lima Ohio." She smiled, knowing that town is where she would start her new life, no promises on keeping out of trouble though.
The blonde drove the red truck through a ruin down part of Lima, she guessed this was probably the poor part of town. She shrugged her shoulders, rich or poor didn't matter to Brittany, she liked to kill anyone. She noticed an abandoned warehouse and smiled, perfect place to park the truck. She drove the truck into the warehouse and got out, wiping away all of the evidence that she was there.
Just as Brittany was about to leave the warehouse, she heard the sound of a dog barking. She looked behind her to find a German Shepherd wagging it's tail at her. It looked scruffy, clearly it didn't have a owner. Just like Brittany, it was alone.
"What's your name little guy?" Brittany asked, approaching the dog and getting down on her knees. The dog was big but Brittany wasn't scared, she smiled when the dog started to lick her face. She looked for a collar but the dog had nothing. "Who would ever want to abandon a dog like you, huh?"
Brittany continued to stroke the dog and laughed when it pushed her back, trying to sit on her knee. "How about we call you, Gonzo? You like that?" Brittany replayed the name over in her head, Gonzo seemed to suit the dog. "Wanna come with me?" She offered. The dog barked again and watched as Brittany stood up and started walking out of the warehouse. "Come on Gonzo!" She called for the dog who began to follow her after she called his name.
Brittany Pierce, had a dog.
Brittany and Gonzo walked through the town, Brittany saw many more ruin down buildings but they didn't bother her, she had seen worse in Russia. After living in Black Dura prison for the last 6 years, she had learned not to take things for granted. Even this ruin down part of town was like paradise compared to the prison. Brittany tried to block out the thoughts of Black Dura prison, but she couldn't, she did however promise herself that she would never go back there, she would rather die.
After a short walk, a motel came into sight, opposite it was a bar, a rough bar by the looks of it. "Living opposite a bar, this is my kind of place." Brittany said to herself as she walked over to the motel.
"Can I help you?" The old man behind the desk asked. Brittany looked around the room, it wasn't exactly luxury but it would do.
"One room," she said, looking down at Gonzo and desperately hoping the man would allow a dog to stay in the motel. "Please," she added with a friendly smile, just so the man wouldn't say no.
The old man didn't seem to care about the dog, by the looks of it, he needed the business and Brittany really needed a place to stay. Brittany paid for the room with the cash given to her by the men on the plane, she figured she'd use the money she stole from the woman she killed to buy things she needed, food, drink, the necessary. After the man handed over the keys with no questions asked, Brittany headed to room 5, the largest room available apparently.
The room wasn't as bad as Brittany expected, it was average sized and surprisingly clean. In the room was a double bed, a small TV and a desk. There was also a small kitchen. The bathroom was basic but Brittany didn't expect anything fancy so it was fine. "This is our home, Gonzo, not bad huh?" Brittany said while stroking the dog. "Want some food?" She asked the dog who responded with a bark. "I'll take that as a yes."
Brittany rushed to the nearby store, refraining from killing anyone, and bought food and drink for her new 'home.' She also bought a toy for Gonzo and a food bowl as she guessed the motel wouldn't supply one. On her way back Brittany's eyes kept gazing over towards the bar, it had been years since she had touched a drop of alcohol, she was craving it.
Brittany re-entered the motel and smiled, she was free. She slept that night with no worries on her mind, she wasn't Yelena Shamova anymore, she was a completely different person who wasn't on the list of most wanted. She was a unknown mystery and she absolutely loved that. It was also nice for her to sleep on an actual bed, in Black Dura prison she slept on the floor and had to tolerate the rats which crawled all over her. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out for the night.
After living in America for just one week Brittany realized something, it was hard not to kill anyone, everyone she had met seemed to piss her off in some way. She found it difficult to keep her hands to herself, especially when they were usually around someone's neck. She tried, she honestly did, but Brittany couldn't control herself and ended up killing a man. She hated herself for killing 2 people already, but in her defence they did deserve it. The man in the grocery store deserved to die, he threw a grape off Brittany's head and laughed afterwards, as always though, Brittany had the last laugh. Brittany knew she had to be careful, she couldn't blow her cover, she needed to stay hidden, but it was an impossible challenge.
Trying to clear her head, Brittany went for a long walk through Lima, discovering more of what the town has to offer. On her walk though she saw something that caught her eye, a high school, a normal high school, somewhere which Brittany didn't get to attend when she lived in Russia. Brittany had never been interested in school but she was always curious to know what it was like. Then another thought crossed Brittany's mind, why not go to high school?
Sure Brittany was a 24 year old woman, but with her new face and identity, she could so pass for an 18 year old, right? Being in school also meant that the cops would never find her, the cops were looking for a 24 year old woman hiding somewhere, not a school girl. High school would be perfect. And that's when the decision was made, Brittany Pierce was going to be a student. A very old student.
With a little 'outside help', Brittany was able to get fake forms so the school she would be attending would be convinced that Brittany's actually an 18 year old girl who transferred from Russia not long ago. She hadn't met that many people so she was also intrigued to find out what the students were like.
The next day Brittany got ready for her first day of school. One of her 'outside help' friends still thought it was ridiculous that a 24 year old woman wanted to pose as a high school student but they could see where she was coming from. Keeping a low profile was essential and would the cops ever look in a random high school in Ohio? Probably not. Her friend felt sorry for the students more than anything, half the kids would end up dead by the end of the week knowing Brittany.
Brittany wore a plain black tank top with a pair of jeans. She wanted to be casual so she tied her hair up into a ponytail and only applied a tiny bit of makeup. She added more makeup to her face in certain places, just to cover up the scars she got in Black Dura prison. When the blonde looked into the mirror she sighed, did she really look 18? Hopefully she did. Brittany wished herself luck and then left the motel, excited for the day ahead of her.
After 15 minutes of walking she reached the school. Groups of people crammed together on the small field of grass outside of the building. She saw a few people who she could have some fun with, and Some annoying as fuck people she wouldn't mind killing. She looked forward to starting. She walked across the road and gazed at the sign outside of the school.
"Welcome to McKinley High." The sign read.
"Well Miss. Pierce, it looks like everything is in order, we recommend for you to start immediately since school is just starting up again, you wont be trailing behind that way." The Indian man, principal Figgins said. The man sat with Brittany in his office going over the paperwork again.
Brittany let out a forced smile, she wanted to get out of that room, principal Figgins had kept her in there for over an hour and she was quickly losing her patience. "So I can start today?" Brittany asked with hopeful eyes.
Principal Figgins looked up from the paperwork and let out a moan. "I suppose you could, when I say immediately I ideally meant tomorrow or next Monday but if you want to start today..."
Brittany rolled her eyes, she always assumed immediately meant right now. Of course she wanted to start on that day, she already had her eye on a few victims. "Now is a great time to start." Brittany smiled. "I love school and I am really looking forward to new challenges." She lied through her teeth but that seemed to impress principal Figgins.
"Good." He said, standing up from his office chair. "Your schedule wont be ready until tomorrow so if you can just bear with me for another few minutes, I'll just go and collect a student who will be able to show you to your classes."
"How will the student know which classes I have if I don't even have a schedule?" Brittany asked in a confused voice. This man just didn't make any sense.
"You'll be attending her classes today." Principal Figgins said, opening the office door. "I'm sure school in Russia is a lot different than what it's like here in America so today will mostly be about you getting a feel for the place, adjusting to the way it works."
Brittany smiled, so a girl was going to be showing her around, fine by her. She wondered what this girl was like, maybe she could have some fun with her. She still hadn't killed a student yet, victim number one could be her. "I'm sure I'll fit right in." Brittany said, smiling widely showing her new teeth.
A few minutes later principal Figgins re-entered the room with a ginger kid much younger than Brittany. Well, saying that, every student at that school was at least 6 years younger than her, this girl was probably about 16? Judging by the cheerleading outfit she was wearing, she was no doubt one of those annoying bitches who Brittany couldn't stand. Cheerleaders pissed her off, all they cared about was their looks and what person they'd be fucking after school. She didn't have the time of day for people like that. Victim number 1 was definitely going to be her.
"Hi! My name is Megan, it's nice to meet you, Brittany!" The ginger girl said in a chipper voice. She held out her hand for Brittany to take, the blonde just gave her a look as if to say 'what the fuck are you doing?'
"Hello." Brittany replied, staring intently at the girl standing in front of her. There was an awkward silence for a few moments before principal Figgins spoke.
"Well I have nothing else to say, I hope you have a good day, Brittany." He said, opening the office door and gesturing for the two girls to leave. "If you have any problems or queries, please come and see me and I'll be happy to help you."
"Thank you." Brittany said, relieved to be able to leave now. Brittany followed ginger Megan out of the room and down the hallway, first period had just ended so the hallways were filled with students.
"So you're from Russia, what is school like there?" Ginger Megan asked. Brittany was sick of the girl already, she had one of those annoying irritating voices.
"Normal." Brittany replied, not wanting to make conversation with the girl. Brittany assumed the schools in Russia were normal anyway's.
"So you know the people you have to avoid?" Megan said. Brittany laughed, she didn't have to avoid anyone, if anything, people should avoid her. Megan stopped in front of one of the lockers. "This is your locker, I don't have the combination so you'll have to get that from principal Figgins or someone."
"What the hell am I supposed to do with this?" Brittany asked, unsure why she even had a locker. Was she supposed to put things inside of it?
Megan laughed. "Russia's completely different then, huh?" Brittany kept her face straight, what was so amusing? "You can store your books in here and anything else."
Brittany nodded, not bothering to say anything else. The school was weird for Brittany, it was strange for her to be around people who were so...clean. she was used to being around sweaty old men who were absolutely crazy, she wasn't used to the smiling students who laughed over anything, the annoying irritating voices that-
"Make sure you stay away from her." Megan warned, pulling Brittany out of her thoughts. Brittany was intrigued to know who she was referring to so she followed Megan's eyes over to the locker opposite her.
Across from Brittany stood a girl, no older than 18. Her long black hair covered her face as she looked down at the floor, her brown eyes could be seen through a gap in her hair. Her face was soft, a gentle looking girl who seemed almost scared to look up. The girl wore a baggy sweater covered in patterns, a pair of loose fitted jeans and a pair of black shoes. Brittany couldn't take her eyes off the girl, there was something different about this girl.
"She's beautiful." Brittany whispered to herself. "Who is she?" Brittany asked loud enough for Megan to hear her.
"She's a freak. Her name is Santana Lopez, stay away from her, you don't want to be seen with a loser like her." Brittany tore her eyes away from the girl named Santana and shot Megan a glare.
"What?!" She snapped. "It's not nice calling people names." Brittany said.
Megan rolled her eyes. "Please, everyone calls her names, she's a weirdo." Megan laughed, looking Santana up and down. "If you want a good reputation, stay with us, maybe you can even become a cheerio."
Brittany frowned. "What the fucks a cheerio?" Brittany asked, not understanding what the American girls means by 'cheerio.'
"A cheerleader." Megan said. "If you want to join that freak, expect a life of hell."
"They wouldn't fucking dare do anything to me." Brittany said, seriously. Nobody at that school knew what Brittany was capable of, they didn't know how the littlest of things provoked her. Staying away from Brittany would be their only chance of having a life. She would do more than punch them if they attempted to do something.
"It's time for her morning slushie." Megan said, ignoring Brittany's comment as if it didn't mean anything.
"Her morning what?" Brittany asked. What was with all of those weird words they used? What's a morning slushie? Brittany couldn't understand it.
"You'll see." Megan smirked, watching as a few jocks approached Santana. They slowed down once they neared her and then it happened, they raised their arms and threw the ice cold slushie in Santana's face.
Brittany watched in utter shock, why would they do that to the poor girl? The girl who for some reason attracted Brittany, these people were really pushing their luck.
"Come on, I'll show you the rest of the school." Megan said, glaring at Santana once more before walking down the hallway. Brittany reluctantly followed. She wanted to hurt the jocks for throwing that thing on Santana but she had something else to deal with first, she didn't forget a face anyway's, she would catch up with them later.
Megan led Brittany into the locker room, the ginger girl bragged about how that was only for the cheerios, nobody else was good enough to be let in. Brittany watched as Megan opened one of the lockers, showing her what was inside. While looking in the locker, Brittany noticed something, a red ribbon. "What's this for?" Brittany asked.
Brittany picked up the ribbon and examined it. "It's my lucky ribbon, I wear it when we have competitions, I never seem to lose when I have it on." Megan said, eyeing the ribbon up and down. "Put it back in the locker." She said, turning her back on Brittany and walking into the showers. Brittany closed the locker door but kept the ribbon in her hand. She tightened her grip on the ribbon as she followed Megan into the showers.
"You'll die winning." Brittany whispered, standing directly behind Megan.
"What?!" Megan shouted, attempting to turn around but being stopped by Brittany's firm grip on her neck.
With her free hand, Brittany threw the ribbon around Megan's neck and quickly let go of her, grabbing each end of the ribbon and tightening her grip. "HELP!" Megan screamed which caused Brittany to pull even harder. The ginger girl started to choke, unable to breath as Brittany followed through with her plan. After a few more moments, the girl went limp, her head dropped and her knees buckled as she fell to the floor. Brittany knelt down next to the girl, she pulled the ribbon away from Megan's neck, revealing the bright red mark. She grabbed Megan's head and tied the ribbon into her ponytail. Satisfied with her work, Brittany turned on all of the showers and left the locker room, leaving the lifeless body on the floor getting wet.
Walking down the hallways Brittany realized something, she didn't have anyone to show her around the school, what a fucking shame. Brittany walked into the bathroom to wash her hands which held a lump of Megan's hair, when she entered the bathroom she stopped dead in her tracks. There she was, the girl who had been slushied.
"Santana." Brittany said quietly. Brittany walked over to the sink, trying not to startle the girl. Brittany watched Santana as the girl wiped herself down, she was all sticky through that stuff those idiots threw over her. A small sob escaped from the girl. "Are you okay?" Brittany asked, startling the girl. She was going to stay quiet but for some reason it got to Brittany that the girl next to her was crying.
Santana sniffed a few times. "Y-yes." She stuttered, "I'm fine thank you." She whispered the last part. Brittany couldn't help but notice how beautiful the girls voice was, although it was very quiet.
"Do you need some help?" Brittany asked, picking up a few paper towels. The girl flinched as Brittany laid a hand on her shoulder, she soon relaxed so Brittany began rubbing the weird slushie thing off her.
"T-thank you." The girl mumbled through another sob. Brittany smiled, continuing to help the girl. No matter how much of the slushie Brittany managed to get off, the girls patterned sweater was still soaking wet, Brittany couldn't stand the thought of this girl walking about like this all day.
"Do you have a spare shirt or something?" Brittany asked, hoping the girl did. Santana shook her head much to Brittany's dismay.
"Someone stole it." Santana said in a quiet voice, lowering her head to the floor as if she were embarrassed. Brittany frowned, what sort of people were at this school? Why were people picking on her like this?
Some would call Brittany a hypocrite, being pissed off at the fact that someone picked on this girl when she actually killed people. Some would say Brittany was a million times worse than anyone at that school but Brittany would strongly disagree with that. Brittany was the type of person who liked to kill people who deserved it. Deserved it meaning, bullying someone else for no reason, that would give Brittany a good excuse to kill someone, perhaps if someone looked down at Brittany, that would also set her off. But who was she kidding? She didn't care about anyone, given the chance, Brittany would kill anyone, they didn't have to be good or bad for her to do it, they just had to be alive.
Santana was different though, for the first time in her life, Brittany never wanted to kill someone, she never even wanted to hurt her. She wanted to protect her.
"I think I have a spare shirt, wait here a minute, I'll be right back." Brittany said, clearly lying. Of course she didn't have a spare shirt, why would she need one? It's not like anyone would attempt to slushie her, she'd destroy them. Brittany saying she had a spare shirt really meant, 'I'll go and steal one for you.'
Brittany left the bathroom and hurried down the hallways looking for a suitable shirt for Santana to wear. She knew Santana wouldn't want to walk about in a 'cheerios' outfit or something like that considering how mean they were to her, so Brittany avoided them. She always avoided the people dressed like whores, she never had time for anyone like that. Brittany's eyes eventually landed on a suitable candidate, a small girl about the same size as Santana wearing a plain red t-shirt. It wasn't really Santana's style but it would do.
Brittany forced the girl into an empty classroom and pulled the top over her head, catching it on the girls bra causing some scrunched up toilet paper to fall onto the floor. The girls face went bright red.
"Oh sweetie." Brittany said, looking at the bra filled with tissue and the tissue on the floor. "No ones going to notice your tits if you're wearing this top." She added.
Brittany left the girl in the classroom and hurried back to the bathroom, hoping Santana would still be there. When she entered the bathroom she noticed the girl still waiting by the sink. A smile tugged at the girls mouth when she saw Brittany.
"I got a t-shirt for you." Brittany said, slowly walking towards the girl. Brittany held the top out in front of her for Santana to take. At first the girl hesitated, not knowing whether or not to take the shirt, after a few moments she took it.
"T-thank you." The girl said, again. Brittany couldn't help but smile every time Santana thanked her, maybe it was because she liked her voice so much and that's the only words she's really heard coming out of Santana's mouth. Apart from the fact that someone stole her shirt, but that was really sad. She wasn't happy about that. Either way, Santana didn't need to thank Brittany.
Brittany and Santana looked at each other, neither knowing what to do or say now. Brittany looked at the t-shirt in Santana's hand then respectively turned around to give her some privacy whilst she changed. "Thank you." Santana said again.
Once Santana had changed her shirt, she gently tapped Brittany on the shoulder, letting the blonde know that she could turn around now. Brittany turned around and saw Santana stretching the t-shirt out. Brittany had guessed by now that Santana preferred things to be baggier on her, she didn't like things to be tight on her. It puzzled Brittany, the girl was beautiful and she guessed she had a beautiful body too, why would she want to hide it?
"I-it's a lovely t-shirt." Santana commented when she noticed Brittany staring at it. Brittany smiled again, it was the plainest t-shirt she had ever seen in her life but yet Santana still felt the need to praise it. This girl is too cute, Brittany thought to herself.
"Thanks." Brittany replied. "Is it ok? I can get a different one if you want?" Santana quickly shook her head.
"N-no, it's nice." Santana said, smiling.
"Good." Brittany said. She wished she got a different top now, the thought of making Santana uncomfortable really bothered her. Shaking the thoughts out of her head, she cleared her throat and spoke again. "I'm Brittany." The woman introduced herself.
Santana smiled. "Santana." The girl replied.
"You have a beautiful name." Brittany said, causing the girl to blush. Once again, Santana mumbled out another 'thank you.' "I'm new here, today's my first day." The blonde tried to make conversation.
"I know," Santana said. "I-I saw you with Megan by the lockers." Brittany frowned, she didn't realize Santana saw her, butterflies formed in her stomach though when she realized Santana must of been sneaking glances at her. Weird, I never get butterflies. Brittany thought.
"Yeah, she was supposed to be showing me around but I can't seem to find her." Brittany lied, the girl was dead in the showers, killed by her lucky ribbon. It then crossed Brittany's mind that someone would eventually find the dead body, she hoped people wouldn't make a big deal about it, it's only a lifeless body after all.
"S-she might be with the cheerios, they're probably hanging out in the courtyard." Santana said, lowering her head as soon as the word 'cheerio' slipped out of her mouth.
"You're a million times better than them, you know." Brittany said honestly. Anyone was better than a cheerio or a jock, they were all stuck up bastards who looked down at everyone. Santana was better than everyone, according to Brittany. "You're actually like-able." She added.
Santana smiled and shook her head. "You're j-just saying that because you feel sorry for me." Santana said quietly, in that soft voice of hers.
"No, I'm serious." Brittany said after studying Santana. "I hate 90% of all the people I meet and for some reason, I can't hate you." Brittany said, still not figuring out why this girl had such an effect on her. "It's a good thing, Santana." She smiled.
It was actually a really good thing that Brittany immediately liked Santana, who knows what might of happened if Brittany entered the bathroom and didn't feel anything for the girl, she might of killed her. The thought sent shivers down Brittany's spine, it was a scary thought.
"T-thank you." Santana said, again. "Do you need help f-finding Megan?" Santana asked. God no. Brittany thought. The last thing she needed was someone going looking for the girl, she wanted the girl to be alone for a little while longer before being discovered.
"No point." Brittany shrugged her shoulders. "She probably doesn't want to show me around, I was hoping maybe I could spend the day with you." Brittany said, looking at Santana with hopeful eyes.
Santana seemed confused. "Y-you want to spend the day with...me?" She said, as if it wasn't possible for anyone to want to spend time with her.
Brittany nodded her head. "Yeah, like I said, you're one of the few people I like, why not spend the day with you?"
Santana smiled, showing her dimples. Her smile quickly faded though. "Y-you shouldn't be seen with me, people would end up calling you names." Brittany frowned, why would people call her names?
"Santana, they wouldn't-"
"They would." Santana interrupted, picking up her head and staring at Brittany. "If you're seen with me, you'll be known as the school f-freak, too."
"I don't care about any of those idiots. Ignore them, you're much better than them and you need to remember that." Brittany said, hoping to cheer Santana up. It seemed to have worked. "Now, what class do you have next?"
The next two classes turned out to be actually interesting for Brittany. The woman had never been educated so learning about History fascinated her, it was also fun throwing pens off peoples heads. Brittany was allowed to sit next to Santana in both classes which was a bonus, she liked being near the girl. Santana loved to study, Brittany discovered that as soon as they entered the first class and Santana took out a million work books. She also remained silent throughout the class and took loads of notes. She was the first to complete the work task, Brittany was second, she may have cheated, slightly.
"So where do we go for lunch?" Brittany asked Santana as they walked down the hallway.
Santana shrugged. "I-I usually eat my lunch in the bathroom." She replied. Brittany frowned, why would Santana eat her lunch in the bathroom? Did people do that?
"Why?" Brittany asked, turning her head to look at Santana who had her head lowered to the floor.
"Because n-nobody bothers me in there." Santana said. It was then that Brittany understood. Santana ate her lunch in the bathroom because she was scared of what might happen to her if she didn't. It wasn't acceptable.
Santana was about to walk into the bathroom when Brittany stopped her. The younger girl turned to face Brittany. "Come on, we're going to eat lunch where everyone else eats it." Brittany said, grabbing Santana's arm and walking down the hallway.
"S-stop." Santana begged. Brittany stopped walking, she hoped Santana wasn't worried about eating with everyone else, she had nothing to worry about, she had a right to be there.
"Santana listen to me, we're eating with everyone else." Brittany said.
Santana nodded her head. "I know." She said, confusing Brittany. "I-I just wanted to say, you're going t-the wrong way. The cafeteria is that way." Santana pointed behind her.
"Oh." Brittany laughed, suddenly feeling like a fool. "Then lets go."
When they entered the cafeteria the first thing Brittany noticed was the amount of eyes on Santana. It seemed as though Santana hadn't been in there for years and nobody had expected to see her in there any time soon. Brittany hadn't been at that school for long but she already knew something, she hated everyone. Apart from Santana of course. That girl did something to her.
"Come on, ignore the cunts." Brittany said, rubbing Santana's back and walking her towards an empty table. "Would you like a drink?" Brittany asked as Santana took a seat.
"N-no thank you." Santana mumbled, pulling a sandwich out of her backpack. "I already have one." She added.
"Okay, well I'm going to quickly get some food, I'll be right back." Brittany said, hurrying to get something to eat, not wanting to leave Santana alone for so long.
When she got back to the table she noticed Santana hadn't touched her sandwich. Brittany wondered why. "Is something wrong with it? You can have this cake if you want?" Brittany said, holding up a piece of chocolate cake.
"I-I just feel like everyone is staring at me." Santana whispered, getting herself upset. Brittany didn't want to see Santana upset, she didn't want the girl to feel uncomfortable by all of this.
"They're staring because they are jealous of you." Brittany said. "There's an empty table in the corner, come on, lets go over there." At first Santana was reluctant to move so Brittany continued. "The only person who can stare at you over there is me." Santana seemed happy with that. They both grabbed their lunches and walked over to the empty table in the corner. Santana seemed content when sitting there. More relaxed.
The rest of the day passed by quickly. Brittany had stayed with Santana until the final bell when unfortunately they had to leave each other. Brittany was a little sad about that but it made her happy that the next day she would be able to see the girl again. Megan's body still hadn't been found but apparently the cheerios trained after school so it wouldn't be long until someone found her. Brittany smirked at the thought of one of those stuck up bitches walking into the locker room and finding their dear friend dead.
When Brittany got home that night, she was surprised to find a man standing outside of her door, a hooded man with a bag on his back. The blonde approached the man with caution, unaware of who he was.
"Who the hell are you and what do you want?" She hissed, grabbing the mans neck and throwing him against the wall. She frowned when she saw a familiar face. "Kazimir?" She whispered, staring at the man.
"That's not my name anymore, Yelena, it's Noah Puckerman." The man answered as he pulled down his hood, revealing a mohawk.
Brittany gasped in horror. "What the fuck have you done to your long hair?!" She shouted. "And what sort of names that?"
"Shh, would you keep your voice down, I work just across the street, I don't want them thinking I've give them a false name." Noah said, pointing to the bar Brittany had been in a few times.
Noah Puckerman was a friend of Brittany's in Black Dura prison, their cells were opposite each other and Noah was one of the only people Brittany could tolerate. He was older than Brittany, by 3 years and he was also one of the people on board the plane traveling from Russia. They had parted ways as soon as the plane landed so it was a huge surprise for Brittany to find the man standing outside of her 'home.' The even bigger surprise was finding out that her friend, also a serial killer, worked across the street from her, in a bar.
"You work in that bar?" She laughed, raising her eyebrows. "Shut the fuck up, are you good or something now?"
"I just don't want to go back to prison, that's all." He shrugged. "I saw you leaving the motel this morning, at first I couldn't believe my eyes, but I knew it was you."
"Y-you knew it was me? Is this disguise not working or something?" She panicked, thinking her blonde hair and blue eyes had failed her.
"No stupid." Noah said, rolling his eyes. "I was on the plane when you got your makeover, remember? In fact I love this disguise, you've definitely improved." He laughed.
"Are you saying I was ugly beforehand?" She asked, feeling rather offended. "Because if you're saying that I swear to god I'll knock-"
"I'm not saying that at all." Noah quickly cut the blonde off. "You were very...beautiful before you got a makeover." He lied. Shivers went down his spine as he remembered what his friend used to look like, she was like something out of a horror movie. But he would never tell her that, of course.
"Fine." She huffed. "Don't call me Yelena, I'm Brittany Pierce now." She said as she opened the door and gestured for her friend to go inside.
"So what are you doing now?" Noah asked, sitting down on one of the chairs. "Still up to no good?" He chuckled.
"I'm a high school student now." Brittany said proudly, walking into the little kitchen to feed Gonzo. "Oh, this is my dog, don't touch him." She warned.
"You're a high school student?" He frowned, wondering if he heard his friend correctly. Brittany nodded her head and filled the other bowl up with water. "Oh my god, you're 24 years old, how the fuck are you in high school? Are you mad?" He gasped.
"It's all part of the cover, my friend, I'm a student at McKinley High." Brittany said.
"So have you killed anyone yet?" He asked, pulling out a few beers from his bag and throwing one to Brittany.
Brittany sat down on the bed opposite Noah and opened the can of beer, taking a few large gulps before replying. "Actually I did." She said. "Bitch deserved it though, I killed her in the shower. No doubt you're going to give me a lecture about how bad I am and how I'm going to blow our cover." Brittany was waiting for a lecture, but it never came.
"Actually I'm not going to say anything." Noah replied, turning a few pages of the newspaper he was holding in his hand. Brittany was confused, why was he ok with this? She was expecting him to scream at her.
"What do you mean?" She quickly asked. "Why aren't you saying anything?" She was glad she never got a lecture but she couldn't help but wonder why.
"Because it turns out we aren't the only ones in this town with a secret." Noah said, throwing the newspaper on the bed. Brittany picked up the newspaper. "There has been a few killings at McKinley High in the past few weeks." He added.
"Victim number 6 was found dead in the courtyard last Tuesday." Brittany read, frowning. "Panic strikes as the police have no clues as to who is behind these deaths."
"Strange, huh?" Noah said, walking over to the refrigerator to throw in a few beers "And here's me thinking you wouldn't fit in." He laughed, sitting back down at the table.
Brittany rolled her eyes. "This is absolutely crazy." Brittany said, reading more of the article. "Victim number 3 had their heart ripped out. Holy fuck."
"You've done some pretty bad things too, you know." Noah said, taking a sip of his beer.
"Yeah but this is different." She said, throwing the newspaper on the table. "These are actual killers, killing people. I know I kill people but why isn't this breaking news? Why hasn't the school been shut down? In fact, why haven't I heard of this before? I spent hours in that school today and I didn't hear anything."
Noah shrugged. "Maybe they're too scared. Nobody knows who is doing this, they're probably too afraid to open their mouths just in case they're saying it to the killer." Noah said. Brittany thought about it for a moment. That did make sense.
Brittany leaned back on the bed. "We both know what it's like to kill 6 people, this person must be doing it for a reason, not everyone's like me."
"But who?" Noah asked, for some reason hoping Brittany knew the answer.
"God knows." She answered, running her fingers through her hair. "It could be anyone. The students I saw today were just idiots, I didn't see a killer, just students, you know?"
Noah smiled as he leaned forward, his elbows on his lap. "You're scared." He pointed out.
Brittany laughed. "Another serial killer in town on a killing spree, I'm intrigued."
In memory of Buster.