Hello people, I've always wanted to write something in this site but never had the chance to actually do it. This has been an idea that I suddenly couldn't stop thinking about, and after all the time I've passed reading some amazing fanfiction here I decided to finally give it a try. I hope you guys like the idea and give it a shot. English is not my first language so I apologize for the mistakes. Reviews are very welcome XD.
I don't own any of the Glee cast!
The Resistance
It was a cold hollow night; the freezing wind blew with force, creating a sound similar to a whisper. Tall trees stood menacing, moving from side to side allowing the leaves to abandon their place in order to make beds of green coloring on the thirsty for blood dirt floor. The night was soon disrupted by a black slender figure, running at the speed of light. A figure barely visible by the human naked eye, it moved with such grace and eagerness, jumping and avoiding some of the obstacles in the way. There where car parts, baby strollers, kitchen utilities even toilets. Things that no longer held the meaning they once had, things that had just become obstacles to avoid or to use in order to hide from an incoming attack.
In the distance barks, shouts of orders and truck engines cut the silent night like stabbing knifes. The slender figure clearly female kept pounding the dirt with as much speed and force possible. As if life and dead depended on how fast her legs would run, it really did depend on it. Every part of her body was covered in black clothing, her hands with leather gloves, and feet with strong boots and her face with a black mask that only allowed showing deep brown and determining eyes.
Every breath taken was sharp, constricting her lungs painfully; it felt as if the she would suddenly combust. The mixture of blood and sweat made it almost impossible to see, yet the black clothing female never once faltered, knowing without any doubt the road to reach safety and praying to any higher power that could hear for protection. There were others that depended on the success of this mission; in one of her leather gloved hands shone a small probate, filled with a luster liquid. She had run for miles, blending with the environment and avoiding skillfully the traps along the way.
She hoped that the others had reached safety, no more casualties where aloud. The dark figure sensed her destination wasn't farer away, she had to keep going, if they manage to get her she didn't stand a chance, not without the guns capable of inflicting damage to their enemies. The barks and shouts could be heard closer and closer, even the lights of the trucks were clearing the path. But before the dark woman could begin to lose faith and have the possibility of getting caught a big dirt covered space on the floor started to open sucking every tree leaf, rock and dirt from above. The slender figure never stopping her speed jumped with ease thru the black hole that suddenly appeared, landing gracefully on a dirtier looking floor.
The big top of the hole started to close rapidly protecting the inside from the commotion outside. Lights suddenly blinded those deep brown eyes and with a sudden movement the black leather hands took off the mask that covered her face. Long black and shiny hair fell on slim yet strong back and shoulders, revealing a Latin beauty with a lopsided grin on her face.
"Santana how noble of you to finally arrive!" shouted a female voice, her owner a blue eyed blond, very petite and princess looking. She was wearing a long white doctor robe with the name Fabray on her left side upper pocket. "What took you so long? We were starting to wonder if you joined the other side." said the blonde while smiling.
"Fuck you Quinn; I just stopped a minute on my way back in order to drink some coffee. You know, while I waited to get caught or shot!" The girl named Quinn suddenly stopped smiling and step forward, seeing a conflicted look pass rapidly on the dark hair woman's face. She leaned to hug her friend, a pain expression on her almost flawless features. They didn't need more words to show what they were feeling, both just holding each other for what seemed and eternity. "Did you get it?" asked Quinn with her eyebrows raised and nervously shifting from side to side.
"Of course Quinn, you know me; Santana Lopez always gets what she was sent to retrieve. But what about the others, did they manage to arrive safely?" Said the Latin beauty while handing the doctor the shinning liquid. Quinn scowled at her friend's modest reply and started inspecting the tube with an interesting look, similar to when a kid finds a creepy crawler while playing with dirt.
"Yes, they got here about half an hour ago. Puck was getting restless because you weren't here yet, but I manage to keep him calm. He knows there's a reason for you being our leader." Santana shrugged; sometimes even she wondered how the resistance believed in her. She was just human after all and in this war being human was a synonym of weakness. Her taught was suddenly disrupted by the change of moods in the atmosphere. She had almost forgotten the blonde doctor presence in the room.
"Let's get this to the infirmary, its Kurt's last hope of survival." Santana simply nodded, not able to trust her voice would come without a break and recognizing her friend's uncertainty she reached for her hand and pulled, they started to walk silently to the underground base. Both scared of the outcome of things but hoping for the best.
