Okay, I know this is really confusing for those of you who started to read Fire. Well, I deleted that. I have a much better idea for this fic, which is what Fire was becoming. Here's the fun part: You guess who's next. Except for this chapter. This chapter is a chapter, but it's more of a prolauge.
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Brittany sat in her room, hugging her knees to her chest. She hated being stupid, otherwise she would understand this. The text she got had said three words- I love you.
She was so confused. This wasn't Santana's number, so why was someone telling her that they loved her?
She shook it off.
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Rory crumpled into a ball as another blow struck him, his head landing on the sidewalk. He realized that he was being mugged.
The killer stood above him, with a knife raised. He danced it across Rory's scared form, then applied a tiny bit of pressure to his cheek.
Rory screamed.
The killer backed away, only to return with a lit match. In one swift motion, Rory was on fire.
The killer ran out of the dark alley, calling over his shoulder, "I never liked you, Rory."
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The club received a text.
"One down, 15 to go."
