Prologue
The only thing you can hear is the heavy breathing of everyone in the room. Mr. Schuester's eyes dart toward the choir room door judging if he can make before he is noticed. Quinn and Mercedes are huddle together praying. Rachel's hands are shaking wandering where it all went wrong. Santana holds Britney close shielding her from the events in the room. Sam backs up running into the stands behind him bringing everyone's attention. His eyes blown wide as the gun spins around and points to him.
"Now who wants to guess why we're doing this", said the hooded figure casually leaning against the door.
"Because you're psychotic," Santana quipped.
"I would shut up if I was you sandbags", the second figure said angrily from their position by the piano pointing the pistol toward the Latina figure.
"W-w-what do-o-o you w-w-want with us," Tina's stutter coming more pronounced out of fear.
"W-w-we want revenge Tina", quipped a third figure that had been spinning in Shuester's rolling chair.
"For what?" Finn asked nervously
"Well Finnept, it started a couple of months ago…."
"Enough," the figure with the gun stalks toward the group, "look let's just get this over with." They stalked toward Santana and grabbed her by the arm and through her into the chair.
"We have exactly 30 minutes before someone is supposed to be at school and were going to get some answers if it's the last thing we do. Now if you don't think were seriously let me just demonstrate", the figure cocked the gun, pointed into the crown and pulled the trigger.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooo", a voice shouted.