In Glee it's Mid-Season 2. Finn and Quinn are still together. Artie and Brittany are still together. Sam and Santana are broken up.
"Ok. This week's assignment is…" Will Schuester walks up to the board and writes in big letters: T-R-I-O-S
"Trios? Mr. Schuester." Rachel said raising her hand but continuing to speak anyway. "While I agree it is beneficial to broaden our horizons, being that we're so close to Nationals I think it's in our best interest to be rehearsing." Rachel pointed out. "Why? So we can all listen to you rehearse whatever annoying Broadway song from some old time musical you've picked out as your solo?" Quinn asked her, annoyed with the small brunette. "Whoa whoa whoa. Who says she's getting the solo. I gotta set of killer pipes right here and I am not afraid to use them." Mercedes proclaimed.
"I agree with Rachel." Sam said to everyone's surprise. "I mean, we were pretty good last time, but this is New York. We gotta be prepared no matter who sings the solo right?" "Guys. We do need to prepare for Nationals, but we also need to take a time out everyone once in a while for a little competition." Schuester said pulling out an old black hat. The whole club groaned. "What?" He asks confused. "No offence Mr. Schue, but every time we do the picking from a hat thing someone ends up fighting." Tina put in while Mike, sitting next to her and holding her hand, just nodded. "Look, this will be a good opportunity to work with people you normally wouldn't. And trio requires three people to sing. So when I pick three names out of the hat they're automatically a group. And no switching." Schue reminded them.
"Wait. A trio is singing?" Brittany asked confused. "I thought it was when two girls and a guy-" "No! I mean no. That's not it Britt." Artie told her earning him and Brittany a mix of stares and eye rolls. With that the group selection began.
I can't believe I got stuck with you two." Santana complained for what felt like the hundredth time that day as they walked up to Rachel's room. "Trust me San, the feeling is mutual." Sam said annoyed with the Latina. The ''Trio" of Rachel, Santana and Sam had agreed to meet a Rachel's house. Sam wasn't too happy with the group he'd been given. He had nothing against Rachel, but he had barely said anything to her all year other then basic conversation. He knew nothing about her beside the fact that she was Finn's ex and that she wanted to be a singer. Santana was the one who really was bothering him. He knew from having dated her (well if you call meaningless sex and sometimes holding hands dating then yeah, they dated) that she was going to spend the entire assignment complaining and calling him 'Trouty Mouth'.
"Let's just all try to get along for the sake of the assignment. Now I think we should choose something meaningful." Rachel said trying to be peace keeper. "Fine." Santana said crossing her arms. She didn't really care what they did. She knew Berry was amazing and that Sam was pretty good as well. And with her talent added in they had a good chance at winning no matter what they sang. But even she had her limit. "As long as we don't have to sing anything from le miserable I'm down."
"Actually Santana it's pronounced Les Misérables {Lay miz er ab}, though it does, in its English translation, mean the miserable ones. I understand if you don't share my musical tastes so if you have any suggestions I am willing listen." Rachel said. "How about something more like classic rock?" She suggested.
"Why? So you can show off to Finnocence? Listen Berry, He's with Ice Bitch Fabray now. He's not going to come running back to you so you might as well quit the desperate act." Santana snapped at her. "Hey! That's way outta line!" Sam yelled at her. Rachel looked about to cry and Sam didn't like it. She'd already taken enough shit from the club for one day.
"Don't tell me to shut up Trouty Mouth! You were the one who made an idiot out of himself singing Beiber for Quinn!" Santana yelled back at him. "Oh ok then. So why don't we do a song with dancing so you can show off for Brittany then! Maybe when she's all over Artie afterwards then you'll finally admit she's too good for you anyway!" Sam finally yelled. He quickly regretted it as Santana's face finally contorted into a look of pain and she stayed silent. "I'm sorry I didn't mean-" Sam's apology was cut short by Santana grabbing her bag and heading towards the door.
"Santana wait! Please don't go!" Rachel said getting up to follow her with Sam doing the same. "Look Man-hands! I didn't come here to talk fucked up relationships! Good luck singing without me!" Santana yelled. But before she could leave something dropped in the middle of the room, which was now filling up with smoke. "What's happening?" Rachel asked nervously. "Stay back!" Sam said standing protectively in front of the girls. "What the hell did you do Berry?" Santana yelled at her. "Nothing!" Rachel said clutching Sam's arm for safety.
As the smoke cleared the item that had fallen in the center of the room was revealed to be a book. The three teens could only stare until finally Santana took a step forward towards the book. She didn't get far before she was pulled back roughly. "What the hell are you doing?" Sam hissed loosening his grip on her arm. "I'm going to check out that book. I'm mean, what's the worst that's in it? Baby pictures of Berry?" Santana said annoyed. "As offended by that as I am, Sam's right. That book could be dangerous. We don't even know where it came from." Rachel said before realizing she was still hanging on to Sam's arm and letting go. "Listen. I'm Santana Lopez, the Queen of Lima Heights. I'm not scared of anything, especially not some stupid book." And with that she went over and picked up the book.
The ex-cheerleader sat down on the bed and placed the heavy book on her lap. Sam sat down next to her on one side and Rachel sat down on the other. Taking a deep breath Santana opened the book.
"That's it?" Santana said opening the book only to find blank pages. She flipped through the book and just found more blank pages. Sharing a confused look, Sam and Rachel both attempted to flip through the pages of the book for themselves. Not realizing what was happening, the trio to jump when the book flashed gold for a moment. Santana pushed the book to the floor as if it were a contagious disease. After a few moments Rachel finally gathered up the nerve to look down at the book. In bold letters words spread across the first page of the book.
THE BIG BOOK OF MAGIC AND SPELLS: BEGINNERS ADDITION
"A book of spells? You've got to be kidding me! This is insane! This can't be happening!" Rachel said panicking again. Sam looked down at the book. "Normally I'd agree with you Rachel, this is insane. But how else do you explain a book falling from the sky into our laps? It's not like there's a return to sender address. I think we're stuck with this book." Sam said defeated. "Hell no. We are not keeping this book." Santana told him. "Well we can't just dump it and unless there's some kind of GPS with this thing we have nowhere else to take it." Sam argued back. "We can't keep this thing. Something about just creeps me out." Rachel said. "What was it that creeped you out? Was it the book appearing out of nowhere, the writing on its own, or the book flashing pretty colors." Santana said rolling her eyes before continuing. "But seriously Berry's got a point; we gotta get rid of this book." "Alright, But we have to take back ourselves. A book like this can't just end up with anybody. There's just something about it…" Sam said with his eyes fixated on the book. "Ok, so we'll keep it until we figure out where it came from. Then we'll put it back where it belongs and pretend this never happened." Rachel said. "OK, it's a plan." Sam confirmed. "So who's going to hold the book?"
The next day at school was nerve-racking for Santana. They'd decided to take turns hiding the book and for today it was Sam's turn. While Santana knew the tall blond (or even Rachel if and when the time came) would do everything he could to hide their bizarre secret, it still worried her that at any time the book could be lost or taken from Sam's locker. They'd decided to text as much as possible to make sure the book was safe and Sam hadn't responded to her yet. Spotting Rachel by her locker she wondered if Sam had checked in with her yet. As she made her way over to the tiny brunette something icy and sticky hit her across the face stinging her eyes. She couldn't see anything but she could hear a few of the Hockey jocks laughing as they passed her. Being slushied really sucked.
So the next thing she know someone is pulling her by the hand. "Come on. If we don't get the slushie off of you now the corn syrup is going to start to get to sticky and it'll be impossible to get off." Rachel says as she leads her to what she can only assume is the bathroom. She still can't see so her only real clue to her location is the sound of running water. "Here." Rachel says using a cold towel to wipe the ice and corn syrup out of her eyes. "Thanks. No offence, but why are you helping me?" The Latina girl said taking the cold rag from Rachel. "I've been slushied plenty of times. No one deserves to have this happen to them." Rachel said producing a change of clothes she kept in her locker in case of a slushie emergency and handing them to the other girl. They stayed silent as Santana changed inside one of the stalls. When she finally emerged from the stall she broke the silence. "Sorry if I, ya know, ever slushied you." She said sounding almost out of character. "It's ok. Let's just forget it. I doubt you'll ever do it again after this." Rachel said. Santana laughed. "Trust me, after this I never want to even see another slushie again. Rachel giggled with her this time. "Damn, I just bought this top too. If only I can just snap my fingers and bam, I'd just take out the dumbass who threw the slushie at me." Santana said snapping her fingers for dramatic effect.
Suddenly the brunette's expression changed into one of complete shock. "What are you looking at Berry?" Santana asked sounding like herself again. "You-your hand." Rachel said pointing. Turning to look in the mirror the taller girl looked in shock as she saw her hand. In it was a ball of fire. Santana immediately began to panic and the fire suddenly vanished. "But how-?" "When you snapped your fingers! It's something to do with that book. It has to be!" Rachel said as Santana's phone started to buzz and she scrambled for it in her bag knowing instinctively who it was. "It's Sam. We need to find him, get that book now and figure out what's happening ". Rachel grabbed Santana's arm and pulled her out into the hallway, something she would have normally been hit for, but that would have to wait.
Meanwhile Sam was waiting anxiously by Rachel's locker. Neither Santana nor Rachel had answered his repeated messages and it was starting to get to him. It was pointless to wait here in the empty hallway. Class had already started and the girls were probably both sitting in Mr. Dinardo's English class listening as the old bird ranted about how hip hop and metal had ruined the culture of society. But something told him to stay where he was, though the heavy and broken looking ceiling tiles weren't helping (Seriously, someone should fix those.) He was about to give up and take his chances with walking in late to his history class when he heard someone call his name from down the hall. He looked up to see a panicked Rachel and Santana running towards him. "Watch Out!" Rachel called out to him. He didn't understand what she meant until a mass of ceiling tiles fell above him.
Not having time to move he put his hands up over his hand and waited for the blow. But it never came. He hesitated before opening his eyes slightly to see what had happened. Both the girls were standing in front of him looking above his head in shock. Looking up he saw exactly what they were staring at. Above him the ceiling tiles that should have collapsed on top of him were now floating in mid-air. Crying out in surprise Sam jumped out of the way just before the tiles smashed against the floor. "What the hell was that?" He exclaimed. "It's got to be something to do with the book-weird stuff's been happening to us too." Santana told him. "We need to leave before someone sees this. Let's go to the choir room. We can't risk being overheard." Rachel explained and the three rushed to the choir room.
As soon as they enter the room Rachel turned and locked the door behind them and the two girls quickly explained to Sam just what had gone on before they had come across him almost getting hit by the ceiling tiles. In response to this Sam pulled out the book from his backpack and laid it on top of the closed piano with Rachel and Santana on either side of him. "Ok, so maybe this is really a magic book. Maybe it'll tell us what's going on." Rachel said flipping it open to the first page. The trio jumped as the book began to write on its own:
PYROKINESIS
The Ability to control the kinetic energy of atoms to generate, control or absorb fire.
TELEKINESIS
The Ability to manipulate and control objects with the mind, often in ways not visible to the naked eye.
The three just stared for a moment before Santana finally gathered up the courage to say something. "So do we have like super powers now?" She questioned warily.
"Yes. You do."
The three teens spun around in surprise to see Coach Sylvester standing behind them. Her arms were crossed and her expression was unreadable. "I thought you locked the door." Sam whispered to Rachel. "I did." She whispered back. "I can still hear you." Sue said impatiently. The two teens quickly silenced themselves. "Now if we're all done playing games here we can get back to talking about how you three have suddenly become more freaky than usual." Sue continued with a smirk on her face. "We don't know what you're talking abou-" "Save it silicone chest. I already know about your little super powers." Sue said cutting Santana off. "When you opened the book you unlocked your powers and your magical abilities."
"It was you then. You sent us the book." Rachel accused. "Well don't you catch on fast? Yes, I sent the book. I figured it was about time someone told you about your powers." Sue said nonchalantly. "Wait-so you knew this whole time? I was on the Cheerios since freshmen year!" Santana exclaimed in surprise. "Well I needed to confirm it for myself, so when I heard the three of you complaining about your little glee project I sent you the book to find out. And as usual I was right." Sue said with satisfaction in her voice. "I don't understand. Didn't we get the powers from the book?" Sam asked confused. Sue sighed. "Ok kids, story time.
A long time ago there was a group of witches and wizards. They controlled unimaginable power, but the power became too much for a few of them. One of them, a man named Jerome, was the worst. He became so addicted to power that he tried to destroy the others so that he would be superior. Eventually he succeeded with killing one of the witches and the others had no choice but to destroy him for good. In the aftermath of having lost two of their own to such evil the remaining members decided to seal their powers away until such a time when witches in their bloodline came together and used their magic as one… which you did when you opened the book for the first time. Those witches were your ancestors and you are a part of their bloodline."
"So we're witches with magical powers passed down from our ancestors and no one ever told us?" Rachel said outraged. She had always believed she was a little psychic, even going as far as telling her so-called friends or her dads. But she had always been met with laughter, rolled eyes or "that's nice sweetheart, pass the salt please." But now to be told she wasn't actually crazy and she really might have powers? That really stung her. "Chances are your families don't even know it themselves. The powers were sealed away years ago, possibly before your parents were even born. Make no mistake, these powers are dangerous and just knowing about them can put you in danger." Sue explained.
"But why did you tell us about them then? If they're so dangerous they had to be locked up shouldn't they have stayed that way?" Santana asked trying to put some logic to an illogical situation. "Because there are some…strange things going on. Whether they're good or bad I'm not sure, but as the youngest in your line you could at any point be in danger. I'm not like Shuester ready to run around and fix everyone's problems, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let anyone else get hurt in the fall out of this mess." Sue said with conviction in her voice.
"But I don't have any powers." Rachel said not sure if she was disappointed or relieved. "You do have powers. You'll get them soon. You just haven't able to access them yet." Sue assured her. Her eyes lingered on Rachel for a moment before returning back to her speech. "As I was saying, you need to start training in magic. I already have a job for you to do." Sue told them making a file appear in her hand out of thin air.
"Jimmy Fitzpatrick; Freshmen." She pulled out a photo of a fair haired boy with freckled-covered cheeks.
"Annie Rendell; Junior." The next photo was of a girl with long dark hair and makeup that vaguely reminded Rachel of the little china dolls she'd been given when she was young.
"Olivia Marcheck; another freshman." This girl had a sharp bob haircut and thick hipster glasses.
"And lastly Antonio Marcello; senior." The final picture was of a teen with piercing brown eyes and a five 'o clock shadow.
"What do all of these kids have in common?" Sue asked as if she were talking to first graders. "Um, they all go to McKinley?" Sam asked unsure. "Yes and no. They all used go to McKinley. They're dead." Sue said bluntly. This startled the three teens. "Dead?" Santana questioned. "How can they be dead? This is Lima freaking Ohio. We'd know if four kids were dead." "That's because they didn't die recently. They died twenty years ago. Four other kids died twenty years before them on the exact same day and the pattern repeats: Four students every twenty years on the same day in the same place: under the bleachers on the football field." Sue told them. "How did they die?" Sam asked. "That's what you're going to find out. No one's put it together before because the deaths were so far apart and there was no obvious cause, but twenty years is coming up fast. 3 days to be exact. If we don't figure this out soon we'll have another four kids dead and this cycle may never end." Sue explained to them. There was a long pause before Rachel broke the silence. "So where do we start?"
Even with new powers and apparent magical abilities Sue made it clear that the three teens would have to do research the old fashioned way-reading through old school records. The task was made particularly daunting due to a number of reasons. For starters, the much older records were written in long faded ink in chicken scratch hand writing making it difficult to read. To make matters worse Sam was struggling through reading the "ancient" documents. Dyslexia was definitely not his friend here-or ever for that matter. Giving up on the documents he sat down in front of Sue's computer and opened up an internet search engine.
"What are you doing? We have like a million more dinosaur files to search through. You are not leaving all this work to me and Berry." Santana told him clearly annoyed. "Maybe I can find some old articles or something. Four kids dying in a small town would definitely make the news." Sam told her not taking his eyes off the monitor. 'One with pictures' He hoped. He decided to start by typing some information and clicked images. The vintage photograph showed a girl with long dark hair and thick makeup. There was, however a few slight differences in this photograph. In the other picture the girl had longer eyelashes and a darker tan. He wasn't sure but he didn't think girls all went to tanning booths in 1972 like they did now. Wait a minute. 1972? Searching a few more names Sam was stunned.
"Girls, I think I just found our link. Take a look at this picture." The two girls gathered around the computer. "It's one of the girls who died. What about it?" Santana asked. "This picture is dated in April of 1972." Sam explained. "The other photographs Coach Sylvester showed us were of the last kids who died." "Which would date those pictures back to 1992. This is another girl who looks just like the one that died after her. So they must be targeting look-alikes." Rachel said catching on to Sam's theory. "The only question left is 'why kill them at all?'." Sam told them. "It doesn't matter. We have less than three days to find the next targets and stop them from dying. If we do that then maybe it'll break the cycle." Santana said getting down to business. "We need to start a search of the school right away and with hundreds of losers running around that's not going to be easy."
Rachel stood up determinedly. "So let's get started"
Santana felt weird. Sitting here staring at freshmen made her feel just…creepy. And beyond that she hated freshmen. They were all so fucking tiny yet carried huge backpacks that made it look like they were running away from home. They always get lost. And worst of all they never knew when to shut up. "Where is this classroom?" "Let's be friends!" "Please don't hurt me!" Ugh, so annoying. She should have made Trouty Mouth do this. He was off picking through the shared junior/senior classes to see if he could spot the other two teens that were scheduled to meet their maker in less than 2 days.
She shivered. It was terrifying knowing that if they screwed up four people would actually die. Hell, they didn't even know what they were up against. Berry was trying to figure that out now, but what if she didn't? What if... hold on a minute.
The Latina whipped out the photographs from her bag and flipped through them. Finding the one she was looking for she studied it carefully before looking back up. A small boy with fair hair and freckles stood bent over a water fountain. "Hey you! Hey!" She called out. Running down the hall as quickly as she could in her heels, she made her way over to the boy. She may not have liked freshmen, but she wasn't going to let anyone else die.
Rachel let out a frustrated sigh as she slammed closed yet another book. Sitting alone in Coach Sylvester's office she felt miserable and inadequate. Being as unpopular as she was there was no way she'd be able to convince anyone she wasn't crazy and was trying to save their lives. She didn't have any powers and was tiny so she couldn't fight. And on top of that she couldn't even figure out who or what was causing the deaths-let alone how to fight it. Burying her face in her folded arms she let out a muffled cry of irritation.
"Not so easy is it Strawberry Shortcake?" Sue asked with a smirk as she walked into her office. "I'm completely useless." Rachel said picking her head up from her arms. "Oh come on, it can't be that bad. So what if four annoying brats bite the dust? You're still here." Sue said in a cheerful tone. "You don't get it. I'm not like you. I can't just let people die and move on." Rachel cried. "Then don't. Do you quit like this when something goes on with your mediocre karaoke club? No! So don't quit now kid. If you're in this for the long run you need to be ready to put in the work." Sue told her.
"What's going on in here?" Said a voice from the doorway. Mr. Shuester stood there with a befuddled look on his face. Rachel quickly covered the books she was reading from. "Well William, I was just helping your gleek princess here with a little school project." Sue said in a cheerful voice that she knew would get under Will's skin. Taking a quick look at both Sue and Rachel, Will finally decided on what to do. "Sue can see you in the hallway please? Now?" he asked in a way that left no room for negotiation. "Sure Buddy." Sue replied just as cheerfully as before.
As they left the room Rachel thought about what Sue had said. She was right. Rachel Berry was not a quitter. After regaining her determination, Rachel once again began riffling through the books and papers laid out in front of her before stumbling upon something interesting. She had mostly skimmed through the printed articles but had overlooked an interesting bit in one of them. The text was dated the day after the first bodies were found in 1912.
The four unexplained deaths occur just after the disappearance of fellow student of John Waldon. Waldon, age 14, was reported missing after he failed to return home several hours after dark. Rumours have circulated that the boy's disappearance is related to the other deaths, but the authorities have ruled this unlikely.
The article continued with details of the investigation, but Rachel had already found what she needed. Taking a page out of Sam's book she rushed over to the computer and found whatever she could on the other boy. She knew he had to be connected. In a small town like Lima, a disappearance right before three suspicious deaths was no coincidence. Finally finding something that connected the two events Rachel pulled out her phone and quickly dialed Sam's number.
"You're not going to believe this, but I think I just found our link."
"What are you up to?" Will asked seriously. Sue put on an innocent face before responding to him. "I don't know what you're talking about William. If anything I'd say you're getting paranoid." "I know you're up to something and I'm going to put a stop to it." Will told her confidently. "Well good luck with that." Sue said turning and walking away. "And good luck getting the dandruff out of your ridiculous lesbian hair!" She called back.
"So you're telling me he killed them because they bullied him?" Sam asked Rachel as they walked down towards the classroom where Santana was waiting with three of intended targets. They had yet to find the last boy, but there was no time to waste. "That's exactly what I'm saying. His mother and father both told newspapers he was picked on by them. It was just that he was of a lower class so no one ever did anything about it. What if he was tired of it and just couldn't take it anymore? It's like the kid who brings a gun to school to shoot down bullies. Push someone far enough and there's no telling what they'll do." Rachel told him. "But that would mean he's dead. I mean he must be after all these years. So maybe he's like a spirit or something." Sam suggested. "That's exactly what I thought. So I checked the book and it says that to get rid of a spirit we either need to burn the remains or talk him into crossing over to the other side." Rachel explained. "And since we don't know where the remains are-" "We need to convince him to cross over." Sam confirmed as they reached the classroom.
Sam turned and entered the room to find Santana sitting on top of a desk with three others sitting around at desks looking confused. At the sound of the door opening Santana had looked up from filing her nails. Hopping off of her perch Santana was quick to push Rachel and Sam back into the hallway and shut the door behind them leaving the students in the room. "What are you doing? We need to warn them. It's a spirit that's been killing people all of these years and if they aren't careful they could walk right into its trap. " Rachel told her anxiously. "I know, but you remember what Coach Sylvester told us. 'Do not expose your powers.' Usually I'd just ignore that, but we've all seen what happens in the movies. I'm not going to be someone's science project." Santana explained. "Besides, I already know what the trap is." The Latina girl pulled a folded up piece of paper from her pocket. What was scrawled on the paper was alarming to say the least.
WHO AM I?
12 AM.
UNDER THE BLEECHERS.
NO POLICE.
COME ALONE.
"Now that's creepy. Where'd you get this?" Sam asked. "I got this from one of the freshmen, but apparently all three of them got this note in their locker. They've been getting threatening notes for weeks, but none of them ever did anything about it because they thought it was all some shitty prank. I had to lie and said I did it so they wouldn't go out there and they weren't exactly thrilled, not that they'll actually do anything about it. At least now we know why they all ended up dying in the same spot." Santana explained.
"Ok, it's looking more and more like we'll have to face the spirit head on. Time is up tomorrow night and we still need to find the last boy and keep him away. But even if we do find him how are we going to draw out the spirit? It won't be interested in us." Rachel said worried. The three teens were silent for a moment until Sam spoke up. "We'll think of something…I hope."
It was just a few minutes before twelve when Thomas Zurello arrived at the bleachers. He was fully prepared to take on the asshole had been leaving the threatening letters in his locker. Ok, so they weren't saying they'd kill him or anything, but he really didn't need anyone else knowing about his pot stash. Hearing voices he looked up to see three figures rushing towards him wearing hoodies. Tom stood his ground and put on his poker face. He was taken aback when he saw three glee club members approach him. One of them, who he recognized as Santana "Queen of Lima" Lopez wasted no time getting to the punch. "Leave." She said firmly. Tom just blinked taken aback by her boldness. "What?" He asked thinking he'd misheard her. "You can't be here. Go. Now." She demanded giving him a dark glare. "But you wrote the note telling me to show up here. " Tom protested. "Look, you just need to trust us and go." Said the guy next to her, Sam Evans, who he recalled was on the football team. "You're in serious danger!" Added the smaller girl, Rachel Berry the freak queen. "What are you talking about?" Tom asked in disbelief. But it was already too late.
The old church bell had been a mainstay in Lima for decades. The church itself stood on the far end of the town just blocks away from the local high school. Needless to say the bell's obnoxious ringing could be heard loud and clear on the school's football field as the clock struck twelve.
"Shit." Sam cursed under his breath. They'd run out of time. A sharp wind picked up and the air became ice cold. A dark laugh echoed across the field. But there was no one there. Then suddenly Tom let out a horrified scream. But he wasn't looking at the three teens. He was looking behind them. Turning around slowly they saw what he was so frightened by. A near transparent figure stood there. He had shockingly dark hair and eerily blue eyes. But standing out by far was the blood covering his head where his skull appeared to be cracked open.
The trio jumped back in fear. He looked angry. Behind them Tom decided it was a good time to leave. He turned and made a run for it. Unfortunately he wasn't getting away that easily. As he ran the earth began to shake. He stumbled and fell as the ground in front of him cracked open leaving a huge gap deep enough to fall through.
"Stop!" Rachel yelled. She started walking off to the side taking attention away from the others. "Why are you doing this? He hasn't done anything to you. None of them have." Rachel tried to reason with him. She slowly kept circling around until the spirit was facing the opposite direction of the others. "Of course they did! Look at me! I'm dead! All because some assholes thought it would be funny to pull a dumb prank." The spirit yelled angrily.
"Come on Johnny boy. Scared?" One of the boys teased as he and the others backed John onto the edge of the fire escape. John replied shaking. The worn down building had often been a place that everyone's parents had warned them away from, so naturally it was the perfect place to play. But for young John Waldon this wasn't a game. "What's the matter John? Don't you like us?" one of the girls said feigning a hurt expression. "Maybe he's too good to talk to us." The second girl said pushing him a little. "Yeah!" Chimed in the second boy, who then shoved him. This shove made John hit the metal bar separating him from the ground."Stop!" John pleaded with them. But the others just laughed. There was another shove after that. Then another. And even more until the metal bar suddenly broke and John fell to the ground to his death.
"And then they burned my body! Like I was garbage and not a person! My family spent every second searching for me and everyone else all just pretended I never existed! It wasn't fair!" He yelled now fully engrossed in telling Rachel his story.
Meanwhile Santana and Sam decided to take advantage of Rachel's distraction. "So much for burning the bones. And we still need to get him out of here." Sam whispered cocking his head toward the shaking Tom, who had still not gotten up from the ground. "Get this moron out of here fast and find something that can get rid of this thing. I'll back up Berry." Santana whispered back. Sam nodded before quietly moving back to retrieve Tom. The stocky teen didn't argue as he was pulled onto his feet by the tall blond. Luckily the bleachers were close to edge of the school parking lot. The two boys quickly ran towards the parking lot with Tom headed for his car and Sam headed into to the school.
"I spent years being tortured by them! And did anyone do anything? No! So now I have to take care of them myself." The spirit boy said continuing his rant. "But that was decades ago! I'm so sorry for what happened to you, but all of those kids are dead now! What is taking it out on other people going to get you?" Rachel asked trying to reason with the spirit. "You don't get it! My family had to suffer, so now theirs will too. And I won't stop until all of their descendents are gone for good." The spirit growled.
"Not gonna happen ghost boy." Santana said interrupting his tirade. "Take a look around. It's just us now. No descendents to be seen anywhere. You lose." The Latina said crossing her arms and smirking. The spirit looked around and angrily realized she was right. But interrupting may not have been the smartest idea. "You tricked me!" the spirit yelled. "Santana!" Rachel yelled as the taller girl was thrown backwards. She landed a few feet away leaving Rachel to fend for herself.
Meanwhile Sam had just broken the door of Sue's office. He was definitely going to be in trouble with the intimidating cheerleading coach, but this was an emergency. Haphazardly searching the office he was relieved to finally find the book. Taking a deep breath he boldly decided to try something that could completely backfire in his face. Not daring to look he kept his eyes shut as he opened the book. When he opened his eyes he was relieved. It was just what he needed. A spell. It was risky since none of them had actually used spells before, but they had run out of options. Picking up the book he ran out t get back to the girls. There was no time to lose.
Back outside Rachel was uncharacteristically unsure what to do. Sam wasn't there and Santana was tossed aside like a rag doll. The brunette's eyes widened as she saw the spirit form what appeared to be a ball of energy in its hand. It only took a split second for it to send the blast towards her. Throwing her hands up to defend herself Rachel was shocked and relieved when what seemed to be seemed to be a shadowy veil appeared in front of her protecting her from the blast. It was like a standoff. The spirit kept control of the blast while Rachel kept him at bay. But she couldn't hold on forever. "Santana! Help!" She yelled. She was relieved as the Latina appeared next to her.
"Fireball!" Santana shouted. Nothing happened. "Light! Inferno! Flame on!" Santana kept yelling out different things, but nothing was working. She needed firepower now! "Snap you fingers!" Rachel yelled to the taller girl remembering how she'd triggered her power in the first place. Santana froze for a minute in a panic before processing what Rachel had said. Snapping her fingers she was just as amazed and horrified as she had been just days earlier. A neat ball of fire was in the palm of her hand. Wasting no more time she threw the ball fire at their aggressor.
While it couldn't be injured by the fire, the spirit was startled and stopped its attack on Rachel. Sam was running out onto the field just as Rachel collapsed to her knees from exhaustion. "Rachel. You ok?" Sam said out of breath as he dropped down next to her. "I'm fine. I just can't believe I finally get my power and I end up using too much of it." She said equally out of breath. They watched as Santana threw more fire towards the spirit keeping it distracted. "I hope you still have a bit left in you 'cause I found a spell to get rid of this thing and I can't do it myself." Sam said placing down the book and showing her what he'd found. "A spell?" Rachel questioned. "Well more like a chant." Sam admitted. The two of them shared a nervous laugh.
"Hello? Could ya'll maybe speed things up a bit?" Santana said running back towards them. Her distraction was no longer effective. "Come on. We need to do this chant. Hurry." Rachel told her. The three teens look as the book before carefully reciting the spell.
Spiritus Recéde
Spiritus Recéde
Spiritus Recéde
Spiritus Recéde
Spiritus Recéde
The spirit cried in agony as began to slowly vaporize. The three teens continued to chant out of fear that the spell would somehow stop working. The screams continued to echo across the field until they finally drifted off into the darkness taking the spirit with it.
"Yes! Nos fecit! Nos fecit!" Santana cheered as she jumped up from beside the other two. Rachel squealed in excitement and not thinking hugged Sam tightly which he returned without question. Realizing what they were doing the two quickly separated and Rachel blushed. She was about to apologize when the trio registered the faint sound of sirens.
"Crap. We need to go before the cops show up. We'll have to take the side road. It'll take longer, but we should be able to avoid the cop cars." Santana explained. With their victory being cut short the threesome ran for their cars laughing and wondering what the cops would think when saw the damaged field.
"Can you believe this? They're saying it was an earthquake." Sam laughed while holding up a newspaper for Rachel to see. It had been two days since they'd vanquished the spirit and the small town was abuzz with rumors as to what could have the damage to the town's football field. "Well the ground did shake. Besides what else were they going to print? 'Evil spirit almost kills students; super powered teens stop them?' I don't think so." Rachel said as the two walked down the school hallway. They stopped at an open classroom to see Santana and the boy Tom, whom they'd saved.
"Look Lopez. I don't know what happened-I don't wanna know." Tom said throwing his hands up in defense. Santana just laughed. "Trust me, you won't." Santana said smirking. "What do you-?" He was silence by her hand lightly touching his cheek. "oblivisci nobis" She whispered. She stepped away as a dazed look came over Tom before he shook his head and looked up at three of his fellow students standing in the doorway. "What's going on? Who are you?" Tom asked confused. "Lay off the weed moron." Santana told him with a smirk and with that the trio left the classroom.
"So it worked then? He doesn't remember us?" Rachel inquired as they walked down the hall. "Si. Am I awesome or what?" Santana said proud of herself. "What was up with touching him though? I thought you said he was disgustingly pathetic?" Sam asked the former cheerleader. Santana just shrugged. "Coach Sylvester said spells are more powerful if you make skin contact." She told him. "Come on, we're late for glee." she said picking up the pace a little. "You're excited for glee? Rachel, I think we may have just entered the twilight zone." Sam joked causing Rachel to giggle. Santana just rolled her eyes. "I just wanna win me some breadstixs." She explained laughing as they approached the choir room.
"You're late." Mr. Schuester told them as they walked in. "As I was saying, it's time for our competition to begin. Who would like to go first?" "Actually we would Mr. Schuester." Rachel volunteered. "Well alright then." Their teacher said stepping aside for them. They set up three stools to sit on and Sam picked up a guitar. He started strumming a tune as the three sat down and started to sing.
Sam Santana Rachel
I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you and all you know and how you speak
Countless lovers under cover of the street
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you
Off in the night while you live it up I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice
Someone like me, someone like me
Someone like me, somebody
I'm ready now, I'm ready now
I'm ready now, I'm ready now
I'm ready now, I'm ready now
I'm ready now
Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody
I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see.
Sam, Rachel, and Santana all smiled proudly as the others cheered and applauded them. But it didn't really matter to them if they won. What they had achieved was much bigger. And if anything was certain, it was that there was definitely more to come. And they were ready for it.
So that was chapter 1! Be sure to review and tell me what you liked and didn't like. :D