A/N: Two things. One, I will put the disclaimer ONLY on the first chapter of my fic. And,so again, I haven't planned this; it is purely a spur of the moment. I have idea for this, but no direct plan. I'm also thinking of mixing the 3rd person view up after this one. Thoughts on this?
Disclaimer: I dont own Glee, because if I did, i'm pretty sure kids wouldn't be able to watch it.
Satan.
Satan. That is what they called her. Nick named after the devil, because, from what all they could see, she was the child of his one and only.
If you fucked with her, she made it known, made it publicized, that she would rip your heart out with a vicious verbal confrontation, parallel with a contageous, permanent mark of embarrassment, and finish you with a beating worthy of a demon child.
She made sure that if you pushed her, she'd push you back, only much,much worse. She was determined from enrollement, that should anyone try to take advantage of her ever again, she would end their high school career; their life.
Should a fist be raised in her face, you could expect a hospital bill.
Yell at her, and expect a poem of explicit words to detangle from her mouth, and wrap themselves around your neck. Don't kid yourself either, you're not a special one; they'd squeeze until you retreat in agony.
But, to insult her talent; that was a death wish.
Not that she let anyone know about that.
If you got with her man, she would act her part; be it halfheartedly. Little did her peers know, she was quite the brilliant actress.
Lock eyes with her man, and she'd rip them from your sockets like a doll. Hug him, and expect to end up in a wheelchair the next morning. Actually, expect to be unable to live, what with your spine extracted from your body.
Talk to him, and she might show you mercy by adding your tongue to her collection. Or, she might steal some stuff from the science lab, and make a nice home for them...in your throat.
But, sing to her man; she probably wouldn't actually care. Her eye wasn't really on him.
Not that she let you see it.
If you stole her title, you could expect a massacre of unease. Stealing the title of Satan was a horrible thought, but some tried.
She tended to them.
One time,a girl, a really nice brunette, transferred to McKinley. After a conversation with their superior, the nice brunette was deemed captain. During day one, she was met with only slushies.
Day two, she got the lunchtime special; threatening the lunchlady helped.
Day three, she got the corridor express; being thrown into lockers by passers by. Threatening the student body helped majorly.
Day four, the poor girl transferred. Again. Satan went back to captain, eagerly. And somewhat guilty.
Not that you got past her glare or anything.
Not that you really wanted to know Satan.
Not when her fist was right in your face, locked and loaded for impact. Not when her spit drenched any hope of acceptance, of change. Not when she threw your friend into the lockers, and demanded he do exactly that to the new girl.
And not that she wanted you to know her.
Not that she felt confident enough to show her true self.
Not if she couldn't do it to the blonde.