Title: To Kill Is To Be Killed
Pairing(s): Sam/Rachel, Mike/Quinn, O.C/Santana And More
Genre: Crime & Hurt/Comfort
Rated: K+
Word Count: 1,894
CHAPTER 1
Finn watched as Sam and Rachel laughed together by her locker. What the hell was wrong with Evans? He told him she was off limits; she was his, no one else's. And then it happened, Sam kissed Rachel on the lips. That's what pushed off the edge; there was no turning back now. He'd teach the idiot a lesson.
He took out his phone and dialled Murray Johnson's number, before placing it to his ear.
"Murray speaking," Murray greeted with fake enthusiasm.
"It's a go." Finn said monotone.
"Then let the games begin." This time, his cheerful voice was not fake.
With that, Finn hung up, and slipped it into his jean pocket. He moved towards his locker and took out a case hidden behind his chemistry books. He looked around to make sure no one was looking his way, and then looked back at it, popping it open. He quickly stuffed the ammo in his football jacket pocket and took out the two guns.
He turned and shot the ceiling twice to get everyone's attention. "Nobody move!" He yelled. "Or you're all dead."
No one moved, except for a few who made a dash into classrooms.
He smiled as he shot a random dude in the leg. He screamed out in pain, clutched the wound and slid down his locker. A girl next to him looked shocked before trying to help him.
"Now listen up!" He started. "That was only a warning! So if anyone tries to run, or reach for a phone... you won't as lucky as that gun." He said pointing the gun at the dude, who was now rocking back and forth with a pained expression on his face.
The hallway wasn't very long, and if they did try to make a dash for it, his friend who was blending in... Would kill them.
Finn put one gun in his belt he'd bought a few days ago just for this moment. He looked straight at Sam and Rachel. Sam was half in front of Rachel, and he could clearly see they were holding hands, which only angered him more. He honestly didn't understand the idea of them together. Why Sam? Why Rachel? Why'd they pick each other? Why was the girl he loved the most with the guy he hated the most. Well he'd change that; he'd make her want him.
"Everyone take your phones out! And bags off! Then chuck them in the middle of the hall!" He ordered. Everyone obliged... except for one guy who didn't chuck out a phone. "You!" He yelled, pointing to a guy he recognised from Spanish. He walked towards him, not before nodding to Azimo though, who pulled out a gun, holding it in front of him.
Everyone looked terrified, especially the guy he was now in front of. He was actually only a bit shorter than himself, and had an emo-ish look to him. "Don't you have a phone?" He asked tapping the gun against his knee.
"N-n-no, I-I l-left it I-in m-my l-l-lock-locker." He stuttered.
Finn looked at him glaring, well fake glaring. He then placed the gun to the kid's head and the guy started shaking then closed his eyes praying. "Okay." He laughed. The guy looked shocked but all Finn did was turn and walk slowly towards the bastard who was taking his love away from him. Finn thought about turning around and shooting the guys brains out, but decided against it. He was only gonna kill the people he'd come to do. Sam, Puck, Santana and Quinn. He also wanted to kill Karofsky, but he was Azimo's friend and Azimo said he'd murder him if he even pointed the gun at David.
"Hey Rach." He smiled, doing random tricks with his gun. "May I say you look rather dashing today?" Rachel always liked it when he tried to speak proper. He looked her up and down, only for Sam to block his view.
"Sam." He said angrily. If Sam was scared, he honestly wasn't showing it. But he could see through the facade, inside the guy was probably trembling, scared shitless. If he pointed the gun at him, he'd use Rachel as protection.
But when he pointed the gun at his head, flinching was the only thing he did before standing his ground. He'd have to admit it; the guy had balls.
"Finn, please, don't do this." He heard a voice say. It was Rachel. When he looked at her, he could see how scared she was. Even though he hated seeing her this vulnerable, he had to do this. He had to kill Sam Evans.
Quinn had her hand in Mike's as they made their way outside. She glanced up at her boyfriend and smiled. Though they'd only been dating for 5 months, 2 weeks and 3 days (yes, she was counting), she thought she was in love with him. Yes, it was naive for a 17 year old to say that she knew she loved him. They may not work out after high school, but she'd always love him (unless he turned into a Finn, then maybe she'd stop loving him).
They could talk for hours, well she could, and he'd listen. She'd always been amazed at how good of a listener he was. He didn't actually fall asleep like Sam had one time. He'd always take her on the best dates, and he didn't pressure her into sex. That was strange for a teenage guy, because they were usually bored without it. And finally he actually cared for her. Without any doubt in her words, she could say he was the best thing that'd ever happened to her. Sappy, yes, but very true.
Suddenly she heard four loud bangs go off around the same time. Were they... gun shots? Then what she guessed was the entire school, burst into screams, then silence. Deathly silence. And then another few shots.
Mike grabbed onto her hand tighter and ran for the exit. She then saw someone shut it. She spotted a gun in one of his hands. Mike turned her around, pulling her into the first classroom they saw, where another student hid in the back. Quinn glanced at the guy as they ran towards the teacher's desk. He was probably only a freshman. He was on the cheerio's, Duncan Handler, she remembered him from when she was on the team. She noticed a girl; he was trying to hide her behind a shelf.
Mike pulled her behind the teacher's desk and they sat in the corner, where hopefully no one could see them. Mike held her close. She wrapped her arms around him and dug her head into his chest. She could barely process what was happening, less than a minute ago she was walking to lunch, and now she was hiding from possible killers.
All she could think about was where Rachel was. Yes Rachel, as in Rachel Berry. They'd become close over the past few months, and she even considered them friends. Sam was probably with her anyway, he'd protect her from the psychos doing this. Those two had become extremely close since her and Sam's break-up. She was happy for them, item or not. She could tell they cared a lot for each other.
Quinn mentally slapped herself; she was thinking about relationships at a time like this? Look to Quinn Fabray when you wanna forget you could die any second, she thought to herself.
She felt Mike kiss the top of her head, as he wrapped his arms further around her. He always made her feel safe, even in circumstances like this.
Santana was in the janitor's closet making out with a random freshman. She usually didn't go for freshmen, they were annoying, but she was horny and he was cute. Then she heard loud bangs go off.
"What the fuck?" Santana swore, getting off of the guy. She stood and peaked out the door, then quickly shut it. There she saw two guys with guns; one had just shot a teacher in the arm. They were not far from where Santana was now.
"What's goi...?" Santana practically dove on the floor and covered his mouth.
"Shut up. There's dude with guns." She whispered in his ear.
He didn't move.
"If anyone moves, I'll kill you all." She heard someone yell from outside the door.
The voice sounded familiar, too familiar. She recognised it as the guy who would never shut the hell up in English. But she didn't know his name. She pushed her thoughts aside, and continued listening, as she slowly removed her hand from freshmen's face.
"Rob... take Puckerman to the jock!" She heard him continue.
Wait... Puck? Why'd they want Puck? God... Were they gonna kill him?
Santana sat down shakily next to freshmen. What the hell was going on... and where was Britney? Oh shit, Brittany! Was Britt okay? She had to find her, but, if she left, she was most likely dead. How could she find Britt if she was dead?
She felt an arm wrap around her, on the ground, blood on the floor. Someone else was trying to help them. It looked like they'd been shot in the stomach.
"You shouldn't have moved bitch!" Someone yelled. But it didn't seem directed at the person on the floor, but someone... damn she could barely see pull her close. She looked at him confused, but eased into him. If she wasn't so scared she'd have pushed him away, and swear if he ever touched her again she'd rip him a piece. She rested her head on his shoulder, tearing up. Santana Lopez never cried, but she couldn't help it. All she could think about with Brittany, and what the hell they wanted with Puck.
Another shot was fired, and someone screamed out. Santana tried to slow down her breathing; did they just kill someone?
Santana pulled out from the guy and crawled over to the door.
"What are you doing?" Freshmen whispered.
Santana ignored him then peaked under the door, trying to see what was going on. She could see people's feet and... Holy shit! Someone was lying on the ground, blood on the floor. Someone else was trying to help them. It looked like they'd been shot in the stomach.
"Santana... C'mere." The freshmen whispered from behind. She really did need to know his name.
She turned and looked through the darkness at the handsome boy. He had short brown hair, and tanned skin, and from what she could see chocolate brown eyes. She crawled back to him. "What's your name?" She whispered softly into his ear.
"J.R." He whispered back, pulling her back into a hug.
She nodded, trying to keep her mind off of what was happening.
Then they heard someone right outside of the closet, two someone's actually, guys talking.
"No one can find Santana and Quinn." Someone whose voice hadn't broken yet spoke.
They wanted her? Oh god. She tried to keep her breathing low and steady.
"Find them then you idiot." The voice she'd heard before spoke. "Hey you!" He shouted. She could see his feet under the door walk away. "Move and I'll shot your limbs one at a time!" His feet then reappeared outside of the door. "Find those two now!" He screamed, and both left in different directions.
She could feel J.R trembling next to her, and she surprised herself by hugging him tightly. He calmed down slightly and hugged her back before whispering, "We're gonna get outta here alive."
