So, it took forever for the second chapter, I know, it's no where near Halloween anymore, but if you're still interested in this story that's awesome...
"This is a joke right?" Santana said pulling Quinn up from the floor as she herself stood.
"I-I don't think so." Rachel said, "she's dead."
"Oh, come on." Sam turned to her, "you're kidding right?" He turned to Quinn, "I mean this has gotta be a joke?"
"It's not!" Quinn bit back, "I'm covered in blood, it's all over the floor…Sugar's dead."
As the lights continued to blink Santana turned away, "we should find the others." She said, "if this is…if she's dead-"
"She is." Rachel informed.
"Okay." Santana pulled Quinn's arm as she began walking the other way, "we need to find the others, we need to get out of here."
She was only slightly aware of the footsteps behind her as her friends followed down the hall. Her mind kept racing back and forth. How the hell could this be happening? And what had she seen race across the floor earlier? It couldn't have been Sugar. She wouldn't have been able to move that fast. "Do you think Puck's really gone?" Quinn whispered as they walked around. Santana couldn't answer because she honestly didn't want to think about it. What the hell was going on?
"You guys, wait." Rachel said causing them to stop.
"What is it?" Joe looked her way.
"Brittany's gone."
"W-what?" Santana stepped over to her, "what do you mean?"
"She was here." Rachel motioned beside her. "She was following us, I mean, she was here, walking right beside me, then I looked over and she wasn't there anymore."
Santana shook her head, "no, no." She looked around, "she's gotta be like right here. We would've noticed if she-"
"Wait," Sam interrupted, "maybe she went back."
"Back where?" Brody wondered.
"To get Sugar."
"But why…"
Just then something rammed into Rachel's shoulder, "sorry." A voice pierced the air, they sounded out of breath.
"Britt, where were you?" Santana asked.
"I went back…Sugar shouldn't stay in here, we should take her with us."
"Okay." Sam shrugged, "we can go-"
"She wasn't there." Brittany said, "that's why I ran back…Sugar wasn't there."
Santana furrowed her eyebrows as Quinn stepped up behind her, "Brittany she can't get up and walk away."
The taller blonde nodded through the smoky hall, "I know…you guys I swear she's gone!"
The haunting music continued to flow through her ears giving Santana a headache with it's high pitch screaming and dark laughter. "Look, let's just get out of here, we'll call the police when we get out."
"Can't we call them now?" Brody asked.
"I left my phone in the car." The Latina looked to Quinn, "you have yours?"
She shook her head, "I left it at home, I have no place to hold it otherwise."
"I can't get a signal." Joe informed as he looked to his device.
Brody shook his head, "that's just great!"
"What about you?" Santana wondered.
He shrugged, "Rachel wouldn't let me bring it."
"I thought it'd be best to leave the technology out for the night." The diva informed.
"What about you Brittany?"
The girls blinking figure checked her pockets before she said, "I brought it with me, I swear."
"You must've dropped it." Sam said before saying, "mine's dead, it's charging at home."
"There's your answer." Santana turned to Brody before saying, "no running off, we need to find the others and make sure they're okay before we get out. As soon as we're out we'll call the police, unless you get a signal at sometime." She looked to Joe, "so keep your phone out." The dreadlocked boy nodded as he walked along with them. "Stick together, and…be careful."
"They couldn't have gotten far." Rachel said as they pressed forward.
"When did we split up again?"
"Right at the start." Quinn said, "once we reached the end of the hallway."
"It was right here."
"They should be close." Brittany whispered as she looked around. It was quiet a moment before she said, "where do you think Sugar went?" She didn't get an answer though. Santana was sure no one would really want to think about it at the moment.
It didn't take long until Santana felt Quinn's arm tap hers, "there." She pointed ahead, "Finn!"
The group ahead stopped moving, that much could be detected through the flashing lights. The tallest figure took a step toward them, "Quinn?"
That was all it took for Santana and her group to jog over to the others, "we have to get out of here." Santana said as they met them.
"What?" Finn wondered.
"Oh, my God, Quinn, what's on your face?" Mercedes' voice chimed in.
"It's blood." Rachel informed, "Sugar's. We need to leave."
"Sugar…" Kurt gasped, "what is going on?"
"Can we please just get out of here!" Quinn said, "please?"
"But-"
Santana stopped Beyonce before she could ask what was going on again. "Look, we'll explain later, first lets just get out of this place." She reached forward with her freehand grabbing whoever was in front of her and pulling them back toward the exit, "hold on to someone." She advised as they all walked with her.
"Here." Rachel said, "turn left, the exit is right over here." Santana followed, the whole group rushing forward. Whoever it was that she had grabbed onto pulled away. "Hey!" She snapped, her other hand grasping tighter on Quinn's hand.
"Damn it!" Sam's voice rang out.
"What's wrong?" Brittany's normally bubbly voice was layered with fear.
"The door." Sam answered, there was a loud pop and Santana assumed he had kicked it for emphasis, "it won't open."
"A-are you sure?" Rachel wondered.
"Yeah." Brody chimed in, he was rattling the door handle, "it won't budge."
"Great." Joe mumbled.
"Does anyone have their phone?" Santana asked, "Joe, how's your signal?"
"I got nothing."
"My service is down." Blaine said.
"Please, someone tell me your phone is working." Quinn mumbled.
It didn't take long for them to find there were no phones, Mercedes' had broken last week and she was still waiting for her new one to come in the mail, Finn accidentally left his in his truck, Tina said hers had died, while Kurt's wouldn't get a signal, Mike had signal but then lost it, then had it, but when Santana told him to call the police he dialed but the phone kept cutting him out, and Artie didn't bring his.
"This is unbelievable, how can no one have a working phone?" Rachel moaned.
"Well, maybe you should've brought yours!" Sam snapped.
"I didn't know this was going to happen!"
"No one did!"
"Guys!" Santana and Quinn hollered out.
"Would someone please, tell us what is going on?" Kurt asked.
Santana sighed, "after we split up while we were walking down the hall Quinn tripped over something, she landed in a pool of blood, it was Sugar's, she had tripped over Sugar and landed in her blood. We tried asking her what was going on, but all she told us was that she had been with Puck and he had died-"
"What?"
"You're kidding!"
"I'm not." She said, "Sugar told us Puck was dead and that's why they weren't out front with us, I guess they came inside together, Puck probably wanted to try scaring us from the inside…now they're both dead."
"What do we do now?" Finn asked.
"We have to find a way out." The Latina answered, "but no splitting up, especially since we have no way to contact each other. Stick together, and hold someone."
"Brittany." Sam whispered, "over here."
Through the blinking lights Santana watched her best friend grasp her boyfriends hand, Rachel moved closer to Brody, Finn took Mercedes hand who grasped Kurt's who of course grabbed Blaine's. "Rachel, take Sam's other hand, we'll form a line." Quinn told her grabbing Joe with her other hand. Rachel did as she was told linking together with Sam. Brody grabbed Santana's open hand while Finn took Joe's. Tina and Mike were behind Kurt and Blaine.
"Where's the next exit?" Sam asked.
There was a loud thundering crash through the speakers along with an evil laugh.
"It's on the West side." Tina said, "it leads to the football field…we could go through the gym."
"All right, head that way." Finn directed the head of the line, which ended up being Sam and Brittany.
"What are we gonna do when we get out of here though?" Mercedes asked, "I mean we call the police, but what are we supposed to say?"
"What do you mean, Mercedes?" Tina asked, "they'll tell them what happened."
"Yeah," Mercedes said, "but once the police come, we'll be in questioning."
"Then you tell them the truth." Brody said, "we didn't do this."
"Well, duh." Mercedes whispered.
There was the sound of lightning and the clanking of the lockers causing them to jump. "Don't let go!" Quinn gasped as she was pulled with Joe. There was another evil laugh and what sounded like a few gunshots before Santana saw shadows jumping to the floor. "Quinn!" Santana gasped, her girlfriend was no longer holding her hand. "Q?" She looked down the hall seeing a shadowy figure standing in the light, but as soon as the lights flickered again, he was gone. "Quinn? Where are you?"
"I'm fine." Quinn called out, "I'm here."
"Where?" Santana crouched onto the floor, "I need your hand."
It only took a moment for Quinn to lock hands with her, Santana sighed in relief, "everybody okay?"
There was a grumbled response.
Santana looked down the hall again before asking, "Brittany? Sam? Rachel?"
"I'm okay."
"Still here."
"Me too."
"Finn? Artie? Kurt, and Blaine?"
"We're good." Kurt said.
"Joe? Mike and Tina? Mercedes and Brody?"
"I'm good." Joe said.
"Mike and I are here." Tina filled in.
"Mercedes?" Quinn repeated after a second of silence, "Brody?"
"Quinn." Mercedes repeated, but her voice was shaky.
"Mercedes." Quinn repeated, "you're okay?"
"I…" The girl paused, "I'm…I think…I-I've been shot."
"What?" Brittany asked, "where are you?"
"By t-the wall." She said slowly, "I was with Finn and Kurt, but the crash scared me…the shots…I got hit."
Within a second Finn's voice rang out, "it hit her side." He said before saying, "was it only one?"
"Y-yeah…I-I think so."
Santana looked at Quinn, the best she could manage with the lights how they were, "I wish I could see you right now." She whispered.
"I'm right here." Quinn told her.
"I-I think, Quinn I think somebody else is in here." The Latina then shook her head, "I mean obviously because Mercedes was shot, but…" She trailed off when she felt Quinn's hand brush her cheek.
"Let's stay calm…try not to worry, we'll make it out of here."
"I wanna kiss you." Santana mumbled. It only took a moment for Quinn to find her lips with her own, but the contact was quickly broken, because this was clearly not the moment, but it seemed to calm Santana down a little bit.
"Is everybody standing?" Quinn asked. "Mercedes, are you okay?"
"I'll manage." Mercedes said as everyone acknowledged their standing.
"We'll never make it if we're all together." Tina said, "I think we should split up, there's more than one exit and we could try them all, whoever is out first can get to the police."
"That does sound more logical." Kurt chimed in.
Santana reluctantly shook her head, it made a little more sense, cause really there was no sense in all of them dying if this was really happening, and they may have a better chance at survival splitting up. "Groups of four?" She suggested.
"It may be much." Finn said.
"Well what were you thinking singles?"
"Santana." She felt Quinn's hand against her back, "it's no time for fighting."
"I was thinking pairs." Finn said, "but fours might work-"
"Great, Quinn, Brittany and Sam are with me." Santana said.
"Finn you're the strongest, so you stick with Mercedes." Quinn told him.
"Okay, who else?"
"Blaine and I will go with you." Kurt told his stepbrother.
"We're uneven for four." Rachel said, "it's fourteen people."
"Rachel you and Brody can come with us." Quinn told her, "Then it'll be Artie, Tina, Mike and Joe."
"W-wait…" Rachel paused, "Brody?" Santana could vaguely see the girls outline spinning around, "where is he?"
"What do you mean? He was just here."
"No," Quinn was shaking her head, "he never answered…Brody?"
There was panic in Rachel's voice as she crouched onto the floor and began feeling around, "Brody? Brody, where are you?" There was a small sob, "he was right here!" She cried, "a-and now he's gone…Brody!"
Santana's heart clenched with the sound of Rachel's breaking voice, she'd be feeling the same if it'd been Quinn.
Quinn pulled away from Santana and joined Rachel, "Rach, come on." She said, "we need to go."
"But he was right here!"
She latched on to the girl, "someone's in here an-" She cut off as another crash fell through the speakers along with a blood chilling laugh and the sentence, "thirteen's and unlucky number!"
"Oh, my God!" Kurt moaned. "We're going."
"Sanny," Brittany whispered, "everyone's leaving, we can't just stay here."
Santana didn't expect her friends to part that quickly but as soon as that voice clicked over the speaker everyone seemed to be fending only for themselves, quickly forgetting about the rest of them and running for their own sakes.
"Quinn." Santana reached out for her girl, "Q, come on." She felt Quinn's hand wrap up in hers, but the blonde didn't let go of the crying girl, which of course Santana couldn't be upset about because, really, that would just be heartless. Instead Santana's other hand found Brittany's, "we'll head this way." She said directing in the opposite place that she had saw the figure earlier, she was going to warn the others, but they had all disappeared before she had the chance.
So as I was writing this, I discovered a little something...
...I don't think I'll be able to fit this whole thing into five parts, so it'll probably be longer...
...Which in turn means I'll be writing another five-part romance about Quinntana since it had won the survey thing on my page...
...Anyway, thanks again for reading, and I hope the idea of making it longer is okay, that is if you're still interested in this story...