AN: Hello everybody! I want to thank you all for the reviews :) I'm glad a lot of you like it so far. So here's chapter 2. It's ind of short and I'll explain at the end. I don't own anything.
Enjoy!
Santana slowly opened her eyes, a throbbing pain in the back of her head. She immediately reached for the back of her head. "Stupid bastard hit me hard." She realized that she was lying on a cold floor. And it was insanely hot. She touched her forehead and she was sweating bullets. She picked herself off the ground to see where the hell she was. She almost fell back down, her legs feeling a bit weak. I wonder how long I was in here?
She looked around and couldn't really see anything because there was only one lamp in a corner. She walked up to it and placed her hand on the wall. Cement. Well there goes her plan of breaking out. The she looked down at herself. There were a few cuts and bruises, but that was it for injuries. The Latina was wearing a grey t-shirt, shorts and socks. When did I fucking change in to these? She looked to her right arm and saw a military style watch which read 11:48 A.M. So it's morning. Then she looked at her right foot. It was chained to a post. She sat down and tried pulling her foot out of the lock, but failed miserably. Well there goes any plan of escaping.
She looked more closely around the room, trying to find…Brittany! Where the fuck is she? She slowly began recalling the moments that led up to the Glee club's abduction. "They came for us, out of nowhere."
I knew something bad was going to happen! I could have prevented this. I could have kept Brittany safe! I could have told her to skip Glee, but no. I always give in. She always did what Brittany wanted. It came as second nature to do whatever made her girlfriend happy.
Suddenly multiple lights turned on, on another wall. Santana ran up to them looking closely. "Oh my god…" She let out a stuttering breath as her hand cupped her mouth.
The lights were television screens, each showing an individual Glee member. Everyone was there, all in the same predicament as Santana. Everyone was wearing the grey clothing and chained onto a post. And everyone looked scared. Well that's what happens when you're kidnapped and locked in some sort of prison.
She turned to one screen, it was Puck. Good, he's okay. He was pulling on his chains, trying to find someway to break them. He would try. Then she turned to another and found Rachel lying on the floor. Santana couldn't see her face but from the way her body was shaking, she could tell that the girl was crying. Those were pretty much everyone's reactions. Everyone's safe, wait. Where was Artie and Mr. Schuester?
Then her gaze fell onto one particular screen. Brittany! "Brittany! Can you hear me?" Santana started tearing up at the sight of her girlfriend. The blond looked to be sitting in a corner next to her own lamp, sobbing. She was holding herself the way she would until Santana came to comfort her. She looked broken, and the brunette couldn't help her. The sight literally broke her heart.
"BRITTANY!" Santana yelled at the screen one more time, tears falling lightly. For some reason, she couldn't hear her. "Britt…" She let out in a whisper, falling to her knees.
Suddenly Santana heard a voice come from an intercom in a corner.
"Welcome students or should I now say, players or contestants!" It was the voice of a man.
Santana stood up and looked back to the TV's and saw that everyone was facing the corner that their intercom was in. Rachel and Brittany looked to have stopped crying in order to listen.
"You must all be wondering where you are and what we want with you; the basic questions. Well, I cannot say, except the fact that you will all be in a forest soon. That is all I can say that pertains to your location."
Santana was about to open her mouth to tell off the bastard that took them.
"Santana, there aren't any microphones in your cells, so don't bother trying to speak."
Brittany looked at Santana's screen only to see her girlfriend still yelling at the intercom. Then she gave a soft smile. Even in this situation, Santana is still Santana. The blonde girl sighed.
Quinn looked on from her own cell at the Latina shouting at the intercom. Santana, please for once, just shut up!
The voice from the intercom seemed to let out a bothered sigh at Santana's cursing.
"It's no wonder why you earned the nickname 'Satan'," he breathed out.
At that comment, Santana stopped her insults. She looked at the intercom, her eyes wide in disbelief.
At his cell, Kurt turned towards Santana's screen. How does he know what I call her? The boy started playing with the end of his shirt, fear taking over his body.
"Yes players, we know who all of you are. We have actually been studying you, and we must say that it has been enjoyable. You see, your group has been chosen out of many people because all of your histories are particularly interesting and we, especially I, would love to see how you play!"
Santana looked at where the voice was coming from. How the hell is this happening? I just came out, everything was perfect! Tears started to form again at the edges of her eyes. She looked to Brittany's cam at the same time the blonde did. They looked at each other, each giving the other a loving look. They were each showing as much love as they could through the television screens. Santana raised her hand out and touched the screen, 'I love you', and she mouthed. 'I love you too,' Brittany mouthed back.
"Now, you have been chosen to play in a special game of ours. It is a fun game you see! Every year I hold a week long party and my guests love to see entertainment on their visits, so we got some," he laughed. "You will all be given a unique brand of armor that has been fitted for each of your body types, combat boots, and a pair of goggles. You will also be given an semi-automatic rifle. Most of you haven't fired a gun, but trust me; they aren't that hard to figure out. Just remember to take the safety off. To finish it off, you will be given a knife and a canteen of water, but this canteen will not run out. It is an extraordinary design of ours, but you don't have to know. Besides we don't want you dying in a boring way such as dehydration, now would we?"
All the color drained from Santana's face at the word 'dying'. They were being given guns; guns kill things. She knew how to fire one because her father took her to a range a couple of times, but that was it. What would they need them for?
The voice continued, "If you lose your gun, well than good luck surviving," he chuckled. "You will try to survive whatever is thrown at you. You will find your own food since we have given you an unlimited supply of water. Oh, also, there is a tower hidden somewhere in the forest. You have one week to get to it. Right now it is Sunday and around noon. You have until next Sunday at 10 P.M. Once in there, you are safe, and we shall rescue you. Then you may leave. Ah, the chain that imprisons you will be released after you get your equipment. And a door will open."
One week to find a hidden tower. Fantastic, Santana thought.
"All of you are in different parts of the forest so good luck finding each other. If you do, then work together because some of you won't live to see each other again. Good luck." Then the intercom shut off.
So they were just players in a sick man's game? They were all entertainment? This can't be happening, it has to be a dream. But Santana knew it wasn't. This was a nightmare. And what did the man mean at 'whatever is thrown at you'. What the hell would they even be facing?
All of a sudden, lights turn on and fill the room. She cringes that the brightness, covering her eyes.
Suddenly the ground starts shaking. She looked over to her left and found part of the floor rising to reveal a table. She turned to the television screens showing her friends having the same things happening.
She walked over to the table and bit her lip. There was a black leather set of armor; kneepads, elbow pads, a pair of black combat boots, a grey water canteen, and finally a black rifle. A lump formed in the back of her throat at the thought of using it on something.
Fuck it. She grabbed the black short sleeve piece of armor, which looked like vest. It felt a little heavy, but it was flexible. She zipped it up and then grabbed the pants. I fit like Under Armor, tight but not uncomfortable. The same fabric was used and it felt good. It kind of made Santana feel powerful. She then put on the black padding on her knees and elbows, followed by the combat boots. She put the goggles on her forehead, not needing them at the moment, then slung the canteen over her shoulder. Then the thought came to her,
Wait a second. Forest, black leather armor, guns…
She quickly turned to Brittany's screen and saw her in the same black armor from her dream, picking her gun off the table. Santana froze, her body turning numb.
No, it can't be. This is my fucking nightmare! If it goes the way it did in my nightmare, then she's in danger. Santana turned to the nearest wall and punched it as hard as she could. It hurt her hand a little, but she did some damage to the wall. "Not her," she whispered. I can't let anything happen to her. I promised that I'd protect her no matter what, even give my life. Anger rose inside of her body.
First objective, find Brittany, she thought to herself.
She turned to the television screens and saw everyone in the same armor. Kurt looked uncomfortable, while Puck and Sam looked ready to kill, getting their guns ready. Finn was fiddling with the zipper of his vest, while Quinn looked to be praying. Lauren, Rachel and Mercedes were doing the same thing, sitting on the ground, waiting with their guns in their laps. Tina seemed scared shitless, clutching onto a necklace that Mike had given her a few months ago. Mike was just looking at the screens, most likely at his girlfriend. Then she remembered, where was Artie?
All of a sudden the same voice filled all of their cells. "You all look ready to go. Oh, many of you may have noticed that your friend Artie or your teacher Mr. Schuester isn't on any of these cameras. Unfortunately, they will not be joining in on the fun of our little game. Artie won't since he wasn't capable. So we took care of him…"
Everyone's faces turned white. 'Took care meant one thing. Both Brittany and Tina started to cry. Santana's heart broke again at the sight of her love crying. Though the blonde chose her in the end, she knew that the girl still cared about the boy. Even if it wasn't in the way he wanted.
"Your teacher will be waiting at the tower. I want him to see the pain on your faces. Well that's if any of you make it there alive." He laughed.
"Anyways, good luck to all of you. And make this interesting!" The intercom shut off once again.
Santana turned to look one more time at Brittany. The blonde was drying her tears with her arm, and held her gun close to her. Then all of the TV's turned off.
The Latina whimpered at the fact that that was the last time she saw her girlfriend. No I can't think like that. I will find her.
Suddenly a door opened at the far end of the cell. She heard a metallic sound and looked down. The chain that was keeping her prisoner had unlocked itself. She shook her foot to get it off. She grabbed her rifle and took a deep breath and turned towards the door.
"I'm coming for you Brittany. I promise." Then she walked out of the door, gun in hand, into the bright light.
AN: Good/Bad?
So it's short because I found it better to end it here. I could have added a couple more things, but I figured to save it for the next chapter. Lemme know what you think and if you have any ideas that you might want me to add, then tell me. I'm open to suggestions. Please review:)
One more thing, it was fun to write this ^_^ I dunno why. Haha
