Noah Puckerman layed in the dumpster. His head throbbing from the blows he had recieved just moments before he was thrown in. He was defeated. Just like what his father always said he was; garbage.
"LOOOOOOSSSSSSEEEEERRR" Rick 'the stick' called at him, turning away victoriously. Everyone clapped around him, only cheering on his cocky ego. Something snapped inside of Puck. Before he knew what he was doing, he jumped out of the dumpster and steadied himself, glaring at Rick.
"Oh, back for more?" Rick laughed, glancing at his peers. This guy's attitude was really starting to bug Puck. Really only wanting to shut him up, Puck reached into his back pocket and pulled out the knife, flicking it open and let everyone see the flashy metal.
The cheering and chatter stopped, the only noise was a few girls gasping and taking a step back. Noah's head screamed for him to stop, gain control and put the knife away. But his body didn't listen, just reacted when Rick stepped towards him. He flinched and swished it fast, only cutting the fabric of Rick's letterman jacket when he jumped back. he looked back at his fellow hockey team memebers, but they didn't budge. They wanted to help Rick, but didn't want to get it the way of Puck's switchblade.
Two finally decide to try to grab Puck's arms, but quickly backed off when he turned the blade on them. With adrenaline pullsing through his veins, and cockiness getting the better of his judgement, Rick charged him while Puck's back was turned.
He heard the footsteps before he saw him. With quick reflexes, he sun around and drove the knife forward, into the white shirt clinging to Rick with sweat. Rick stopped, his mouth dropping open with shock as he glanced down. Puck's arm was still grabbing onto the blade that was currently inside Rick.
His shirt quickly grew red and sticky. The smell of iron and blood filled the air as students screamed and fled in all directions. Puck retracted his arm almost as quickly as he lashed out. Everyone was gone sudddenly. All was silent except for the gasping breath coming from Rick's mouth. He heard sirens in the distance and knew what he had done.
He would have given anything in that moment to get out of there, run away and never look back. Skip forward so he wouldn't have to stare at the bloody mess he had just created. But Puck was stuck in the moment, everything was slow motion as if the universe was punishing him.
Rick fell to his knees, clasping his stomach and choking up blood. He fell down all the way, laying on his side while blood slowly pooled around him. Soon enough Puck was standing in the blood not moving as Rick's out stretched hand seemd to be grabbing for him.
Rick's breathing shallowed after one last spurt of blood leaked from his mouth and he closed his eyes.
Puck's trance was only broken when he noticed the white and blue flashes reflecting in the blood and two police officers asking him to drop the knife. He felt the knife slip from his fingers and saw the blood splatter slightly on his converse when it calnked to the ground.
Noah closed his eyes and let the officer pull his arms back, handcuffing his hands together and pushing him away from the badly injured boy. He glanced back at the paramedics quickly lifting Rick onto a stretcher. Puck climbed into the police car and stared back out the window, noticing the bloodied footprints leading from the crime scene to the police car.
He closed his eyes again and leaned his head back against the head rest, releasing a breath he'd been holding ever since he climbed out of the dumpster.
It's all over
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Kay well i watched this episode and was wondering what would have happened... and this is how this One-shot was born.
so what do you think? sorry i totally suck at action and blood and stuff... please review!
