Chapter Two

Santana's PV

My heart sank when we heard him. We turn around slowly and brace ourselves to come face to face with the shooter, but when we turn around, there is no one.

"Baby, you heard him to right?" Britt whispers to me.

"Yea B, I did." I am so confused right now. I don't know if I should be grateful that it isn't him or confused that I am hearing things.

As I come to the conclusion that it was an echo we turn the corner and see it. Two bodies. One with a gunshot wound to the head and the other to the chest, both girls presumed dead. Britt gasps and starts to cry beside me.

"Shh, B, we can't do this here. We can't risk being caught here. We can't risk losing our lives baby." She looks at me and gives me a small smile.

"I always loved when you called me that. Let's go." She grabs my hand and starts to pull me along.

Bang

Shit. We hide for cover like we have every time the gun goes off. This guy or girl must be shooting everyone they come across. Or maybe they are just shooting around to make it seem like it. I don't know. I also don't know what would provoke someone to want to come into a school with a gun and start shooting people. I am really starting to freak out. We are trying to take the shortest way back to the choir room but we keep having to change the way we are going. I don't want to walk near the gun shots.

"Sanny, I am really scared." I know that she is worried, I am to. But the way that she is holding on to my hand, well more like clawing at my hand. Is a sign that she isn't coping very well.

"Britt, I am never going to let anyone hurt you, you are going to get to the choir room safe and you are going to be fine, we are going to be fine ok?" I lean over and give her a small kiss.

She smiles into the kiss and when she pulls away she looks so much more at ease. It makes me feel a lot better that she isn't as worried and stressed as she was about 30 seconds ago. "ok" we keep walking. There hasn't been a gun shot in a little while now. So we get up from our hiding spot. It's been about five minutes so we assume it is ok to start moving. This time is different though, there is an eerie feeling walking through these halls. I have a feeling that something wrong is going to happen. I push the thought out of my head as we near the choir room I let out a huge sigh of relief. I decide that what we need to do is make a break for it.

"I FUCKING HEAR YOU RUNNING, I'M COMING AFTER YOU." We bolt. We reach the choir room and frantically knock on the door.

"BEAST BEAST, SANTANA LOPEZ, BEAST LET US IN." we hear scrambling on the other side of the door. Just as the door opens we can hear the person nearing. We run into the room and lock the door.

"That was close."

As we walk in the door Sam walks over to Brittany trying to give her a hug. "I'm so glad your sa-." She pushes him away.

"Shut it Sam. Don't even pretend that you were half as brave as Santana was back there. She risked her life for me. She didn't care as long as she found me."

"What did you say to her?" he looks at me with a fierce look.

"She didn't need to say anything Sam, I never asked anyone to come looking for me. The fact you didn't even tell her to tell me something is horrid, and the fact you didn't go with her." He looks caught out and laughs.

"So what? Come on Britt. There is a gunman out there. I wasn't going to risk my life." he smirks.

"Sam I wasn't asking you to risk your life for me. It is more the fact that you keep saying that you wouldn't that is getting to me. Do I really want to be with something that is going to make it so adamant that they are going to continually put themselves ahead of me? No, I don't."

Bang

We hear a gunshot from what seems like right outside the door. We all hit the floor covering out gasps and silent pleas to God to just let us be ok.

"I KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE, I JUST SAW YOU GO IN, EITHER COME OUT NOW OR ILL COME IN THERE AND KILL ALL OF YOU." We all hear the gunman scream. I don't know what to do. All I get is the urge to protect my friends, my friends and some randoms, also trouty.

Bang

This time the shot was fired through the door. We all look around to make sure that no one is hurt. Thank goodness no one was in the way of that shot. I stand up and try to tell everyone to move to the back of the choir room. If this guy is firing shots through the door, we don't want to be leaning against the walls.

Bang

Another shot through the door. I look around and no one is hurt. As I look around I can see everyone giving me weird looks. I feel something warm trickling down my arm. I place my hand on my shoulder and when I pull it back it is stained red. The fucker shot me.

Brittany rushes to my side and tries to stop the bleeding. We can still hear the shooter outside. Pacing the hall way.

"Santana, baby, Santana please. Stay with me." I giggle.

"I'm not going anywhere B, here pass me your jumper." I tell her to do so and I do the best I can to wrap up the wound so that I can try and slow the bleeding. "It went right through so it should be fine B" she smiles down and gives me a kiss. I smile. "what was that for?"

"just because I love you." She leans down and gives me another kiss.

"I love you to."

Bang

Another shot through the door. I look around to make sure that no one is hurt. I look at Brittany. Blood trickling down her head.

He shot her.