Hi. Sorry I haven't written in a while but, y'know. Stuff. :3
I don't own glee. YET...
Bang Bang
Tina Cohen-Chang's wails echoed the parking lot. The New Directions stopped in their tracks, questions buzzing around their heads like wasps. They dashed to their friend in fear of her saftey. They couldn't stop themselves wondering; but they'd fid out when they reached the petrified teenager:
Brittany was dead.
Her straggled blonde hair was spread out around her head, her face drained of it's colour. The deep gash in her juggular had let all her blood run onto the floor, some of it trickling into the drains, some staning her Cheerios uniform. It was like being in a horror movie that had only just begun.
Santana dropped to her knees. She was shaking, and part of her was hoping to God that this was some messed up prank, of just a dream. But she knew.
"Brits.." She squeaked, before going into full blown sobbing. "BRITS! BRITS!"The rest of the club were speechless. They didn't know what to do.
It wasn't long before Santana raised her head from her dead lover's chest and glared at the others. "What's up?" She spat. "Wanna by a ticket? 'Cos this isn't a goddam show!"
The club just stood there, trying hard to figure out the situation. "Well, then. Which one of you bitches did it?"
"W-what?" Rachel managed to splutter out.
"WHICH ONE OF YOU DID IT! There is only us in the parking lot!"
She was right. The New Directions had been given permission to go into the parking lot when it was closed, so they could get insperation for a play set in a parking lot they were working on. The owner had locked the doors when they were all inside. There was no-one else.
The group looked at eachother. None of them had a known reason for killing Brittany. Yet they all had alabi's. It couldn't have been one of them.
But it was.
OK, Next chapter comin' up SOON