A/N: Welcome to my new story, combining two of my favourite things; Glee and super powers. I have a plan for what will happen, but I don't know how many chapters it'll take yet. Also please note there may be themes like death, suicide and relationships throughout this story, but I'm confident it won't be too depressing. I really hope you enjoy reading! ~Marcalus
Sebastian's eyes fluttered open as a searing pain shot through his whole body. Seconds before, the Alumni of the New Directions had been performing some lame Journey song in their theatre. Now the building was a pile of burning rubble and ash.
Sebastian's eyes gradually adjusted to his dim surroundings. Jeff and Nick were lying motionlessly next to him. Jeff was making an odd whining noise confirming that he was still alive, but Sebastian couldn't be so sure about Nick.
Propping himself up by his elbows, he took in the scene around him. Hundreds of bodies lay strewn in the rubble. Further on, the stage was exactly the same. Sebastian couldn't make out any faces through the smoke, but some of the people were moving. A few were even standing and rushing between the other bodies.
A wave of panic rushed over Sebastian as the extent of what just happened hit him. His breath caught in his throat like poison and he heaved and spluttered to catch another breath. His body slowly started to comply with his mind, allowing him to get onto his feet despite how fast his legs seemed to be vibrating with shock.
He looked to Jeff and Nick, who looked almost peaceful compared to their surroundings. He silently steeled himself to lean down to Nick and press his fingers to the skin just below his jaw. No pulse. Sebastian didn't cry very often, especially in public, but he couldn't stop himself now. Furiously rubbing his eyes, he leaned over to Jeff who was still mumbling something in his final moments of serene obliviousness. He wrapped his arms around the blonde boy's thin body and hoisted him up. Taking one final look down at Nick, Sebastian ran as fast as he could to the only place he'd ever felt safe.
Quinn was a tough girl; she'd been through enough in her life that she wasn't fazed by much. However the sight in front of her was the most horrifying thing she'd ever witnessed. All she could remember was a blinding flash of light followed by a wave of heat which knocked her off her feet. She was fortunate enough to have just banged her head on the floor as she fell, but she could see that other people hadn't been so lucky.
She scanned the bodies of the people on the stage. Mike was standing up, helping Tina to her feet too. She caught a glimpse of Rachel and Kurt, though they both ran off to the side of the stage and became shrouded in the smoke.
Brittany.
Quinn thought she'd spoken out loud, but her mouth didn't move.
Britt?
Again, Quinn's mouth didn't move. She could hear her own voice, but maybe it was in her head.
Santana?
Quinn's eyes widened in a mix of curiosity and fear. She clapped her hands over her mouth and tried talking again.
Santana? Can you hear me?
Nothing. Her mouth didn't move.
"Quinn? Where are you?" Santana's voice called out from across the stage. Quinn instantly rushed in the direction of the other girl's voice, stumbling over the rubble in her path. Santana was still laying on the ground, with Brittany protectively wrapped in her arms.
San, are you both okay? Again, Quinn spoke but her lips didn't move.
Santana gave the blonde girl a look of slight disbelief, but quickly dismissed it and extended an arm for help up. Once Santana was up, the two girls supported Brittany back onto her feet, before slowly staggering in the direction of the fire exit.
This building had been like a home to Quinn, sometimes the only place she'd felt secure. But now there was nothing left. She turned to take one final glance at the auditorium, trying to picture how it had looked just minutes before. She felt someone pull her out the escape door and the view of the auditorium faded to just a memory in her mind.