Hey guys, so as some as you might know, this is a re-post of a story I put up a little while ago and then lost because I'm a moron. But anyway, I was working on another story and recently finished it so I decided to go for take two with this one. So for all of those that were reading this story the first time around, please bare with me for the first couple of chapters that I had posted up here once before!

So anyway, I know that these stories have been done a million times before but I started writing it and I was having a good time doing it so I figured I'd throw my own attempt into the mix.

So just a couple of notes to throw in, this story takes place right after season 1, mainly because I haven't watched season 2 yet. Also, this is an ensemble fic, I just put it up under Finn and Rachel for the sake of putting it up under a character, but for all of those interested in pairings, they basically follow normal ships: Rachel/Finn, Puck/Quinn, a little bit of Will/Shelby but mostly Will/Emma, Artie/Tina, Santana/Brittney, Burt/Carole, the whole nine yards. And of course it also features Kurt, Mercedes, Mike, Matt Sue, and basically any other main character you can think of from season 1 anyway.

Also, just one last fair warning, this story is rated M for violence and (a lot of) main character death so don't say I didn't warn you!

Last but not least, hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading!

Prologue

Friday, June 4th, 2010

(Morning)

Before Friday, June 4th, 2010, the first thought to enter most people's minds upon being asked about William McKinley was – "Who the hell is William McKinley?"

Some would be able to accurately identify him as the 25th president of the United States of America.

A handful of others might be able to tell you that William McKinley is the man whose face adorned the rarely seen $500 bill.

A small percentage of true history buffs could probably even let you know that William McKinley was the final United States Civil War veteran ever to be inaugurated into presidency, and that he would push his common identity as local war hero to lead his country to victory in the shortest war ever to be declared in its history; the Spanish-American War.

Yes, for most people, before Friday, June 4th, 2010, William McKinley had been nothing more than a name, very much like how a columbine had simply been an average state's representative flower, and Virginia Polytechnic Institute and State University was merely another top-twenty public college.

The sun had risen with a noble duress over the small town of Lima, Ohio, introducing the early Friday air as meteorologists danced animatedly across their television screens, accurately predicting a high temperature of 85° without a single cloud in sight for miles to hinder it and residents, anxious in their anticipation, prepared themselves for the reminder of the rapidly approaching summer holiday.

Meanwhile, inside of an overly crowded, publically funded high school, a group of burnt out, exhausted teachers began counting down the days until their much needed summer vacation while their bored, despondent students eagerly began counting down the minutes until their coveted lunch break.

And inside of an overly crowded, publically funded high school parking lot, two rogue, vengeful teenagers eagerly began counting down the seconds until their plotted retribution, because unlike their clueless peers, they knew that reality could never be as clear, or as simple as waking up on a fresh spring morning may imply.

It was on the morning of Friday, June 4th, 2010, as the sun beat heavily downwards across the small town of Lima Ohio, emphasizing the accurately predicted temperature of 85° without a single cloud in sight for miles to hinder it that two students stepped out onto the blacktop of their student parking lot towards their little known high school, named after a little known president located in their little known town…

And it was on the evening of that very same day, as the sun sank behind a grieving town bearing a dramatic low of 48°, with clouds sweeping inwards for miles, rendering the marvels of the night sky invisible, that the name William McKinley had found itself transformed from the image of a mere man, to that of an unspeakable act of terror.