Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of it's characters, but I do own my computer and fingers that I used to type this up. And the mistakes are mine.
Warnings: language, mild violence, slash, un-beta'd lazy author, and there might be some gaps between updates...
Pairings: Faberry, Brittana, and other ones I feel like putting in this story.
The prologue is a little short, the other chapters should be around 900-1500 words range. Not always though.
Prologue: The Apple
The sun was at the middle of the sky. Little birds were freely flying across the land, chirping and swooping down at any prey they could find. Bugs were hidden in trees, taking in its shade, comfort, and protection. The weather told them the birds were on the hunt.
Walking, taking in the fresh air, everything seemed fine to Rachel Berry. She was in no hurry, no one shouldn't rush on such a nice day.
Carefully taking each step she continued to walk. A little breeze flew across the trees, cooling Rachel down from the beating sun from above. Her brown eyes were searching the area for a place to sit down.
With a bag full of necessary supplies that someone would need to survive for a week in one hand and another one filled with items of trade in the other, Rachel found a stop to sit down and relax.
Sitting down, Rachel places her bags down, The she placed one on her lap and she carefully opened it, make sure nothing would fall out, and took out an apple that was wrapped in tinfoil.
Rachel quickly unwrapped the apple, her stomach was empty, for she had not eaten anything today. Crumbling the foil that surround the round fruit into a ball Rachel had rubbed off the apple to make sure that any dust that could have been collected on it was off. She put the apple to her mouth about to bite it, but before she could Rachel noticed that three figures were blocking the sun's light. She turned her head to face upward to see three guys dressed up in suits and ties looking down at her.
All of them had sunglasses blocking their eyes and a blank, monotone look painted on their faces. Their matching dark hair had been slicked back by what seemed to be gel.
"What may I help you gentlemen with today?" Rachel asked. Some time passed and the men in suits made no motion, no move, their gaze remained at Rachel. Rachel just shrugged and brought the apple to her lips and placed her teeth around the fruit. The man on the left suddenly moved and swatted the apple away before Rachel could bite it. The red fruit rolled on the dirt road for a second then it stopped moving.
"Well that was rude," Rachel stated. Her glare changed from a warm and kind one to an angry one. The man located in the middle's expression had also changed. His face which had been blank grew a smirk on his mouth. He grabbed the collar of Rachel's shirt and pushed her against the tree.
"Let go of me at one!" Rachel shouted. Her limps started flying everywhere, trying to reach the man but they failed to do so. The smirk on his face grew bigger. He rotated his head towards the man at the left who was just standing there the whole time and nodded at him.
The man on the left turned around, his back facing Rachel. The one holding her pushed her against the tree harder causing her to whimper. Some blood started to dribble down her back. Tears filled her eyes.
The expressionless man that was looking the other way than everyone else took some long thing out of his jacket. He pulled on something attached to it, and it growled like it was hungry for innocent souls. Then he turned around making the item visible to Rachel.
It was a big, dark, angry chainsaw. It's blades rotated at an extreamly fast speed. The birds that were circling the sky flew away as fast as they could.
The man on the left dug the weapon into Rachel's side then without warning he sliced her in half.
Her legs dropped to the ground. Her eyes had glazed over. Blood splattered all over the men and the tree. The man who was choking Rachel threw the rest of her near the other half. Her dark hair flew over her face as the rest of her landed with a thud.
His smirk transformed back to the blank look he had in the beginning. All of the men's faces were identical again.
The man who stood one the right wiped some blood off his face and walked to the dirt road.
As the sun shined on all the men, the one that had done nothing but swat the round fruit away from the poor girl picked up the apple that was left on the ground.
And bit into it.
Well we're not going to have much of a story if the main character's dead...
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