Chapter 2

"Alright, all the jocks, get up!" Dave silently swore in his head. "Come on, we'll be able to tell by the fuckin' jackets!" Dave was wearing one. "Alright then, we'll just shoot!"

Dave heard the crunch of glass under a shoe, and saw a pair of combat boots come into sight. Then, the person, someone his own age, from the voice, started shooting.

"Hey, got one!"

"Shut up, dick head!" Dave felt his insides freeze. There was more than one of them. He heard yet another gun shot, and a girl start crying. "Shut up! We all have to die at some point..." He heard another shot, and the girl stopped crying.

"Oh God Oh God Oh God..." Quinn muttered, bringing her knees into her chest.

"M-Maybe they won't come here..." Megan said, almost trying to convince herself.

"Santana?" Santana cuddled up into Brittany.

"Yeah, Britt-Britt?"

"What's it like to die?"

"We're not gonna die, Britt," Santana convinced her friend. "Well, you won't die..."

"What about you?" Santana smiled slightly.

"Of course not." Brittany closed her eyes.

"I believe you."

"I never told my Dads that I loved them this morning." Rachel sniffled tearily. "W-What if they forget?"

Finn, who'd been listening to the girls, was on his knees by the piano, and extended his arm out to his girlfriend.

"They won't forget," Finn told her. "And you'll see them again. I'd love to see the guy shove a piano out the way."

"You think?" Finn nodded, before remembering that Rachel was sitting underneath the piano.

"Yeah."

"You know," Blaine said. He and Kurt were sitting down again. Kurt was sitting next to Blaine, his legs draped on Blaine's lap, Blaine stroking them. "At Dalton, we had high-security, so this type of thing never happened." Kurt sighed.

"Well, Blaine, we never usually have some psycho come in with guns and try to kill us." Kurt said, trying to break the tension. He didn't want to start crying again, and talking seemed to be the only solution.

"Well, of course not, but..." Blaine's hands stopped moving, and they just rested on Kurt's thighs. "I-I've heard about these kinds of things and all, b-but, you know, never ever thought about it happening to me, or anyone I know and l-love."

"No one does." Kurt said, placing his hands over Blaine's.

"Do you think this will be on the news, Mr Shue?" Artie asked. Will nodded sadly.

"If it gets that bad."

"Has anyone even called the police?" Puck asked.

"There's no point," Mike said.

"Yeah, they suck." Finn added.

"But we should still call them." Mr Shuester said. "I mean, it's worth a shot."

"Don't say that word!" He heard Tina whimper from beneath the black piano.

"Yeah, it reminds us!" Brittany cried.

The guys shared a look around the room.

"Becky, call the police!"

"Yes, coach."

As Becky ran down the road, earning looks, due to her cheerleading uniform, Sue looked at the school. Chaos had broken out since the shooter (who knew, maybe there was more than one...) had shot at her Cheerio's. Sue had made off with Becky in toll, not because she'd rather have her Cheerio's die, but because she knew that help was needed.

As she heard Becky tell the policeman frantically what was going on, she looked around, and saw, through a window, bullets flying around.

"...Now, urgent news..."

"Hey, Bill, turn that up!" Burt ordered. Bill nodded, and fiddled with a knob on the Television.

"...We received a call earlier today, from a student, who had seen shooters enter the building..."

"You know," Bill said. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that the building looks like..."

"It has been confirmed that two men, armed with guns, entered William McKinley High School, and started shooting. Now, police have only just arrived on the scene, and are checking the situation..."

"Burt..." Bill said. "Is that where your boys go?"

"Yeah..." Burt felt his heart start to beat faster (or was it slowing down? Why did it matter?), and before he knew it, he had ran out of the shop.

"I'm feeling kinda hungry." Santana said.

"Didn't you eat lunch?" Rachel asked tiredly.

"No, Berry, because, unlike you, I had cheerleading practice straight after lunch. Carbs are not good for a flat stomach. But I left early to come here."

"I had an apple in my bag," Megan offered. "Although, it might be a bit bruised." Santana wrinkled her nose.

"I think I'm fine."

"You know what," Puck said, getting up from his spot on the piano. "I'm just gonna go look out the window."

"But that's dangerous!" Finn stated.

"So? Look, I just wanna see if the police are here...if they're coming."

"But what if the shooter's outside?" Mike asked. "You'd be hit full-force in the face."

"And," Artie added. "The shooter would know where we are." Puck gave an angry sigh.

"Whatever." He slumped down in a nearby chair. "But what are we meant to do?"

"Why don't you do homework?" Blaine suggested. "God knows, you probably don't do enough..."

"Watch it, Anderson." Puck growled.

"Just leave him, Blaine." Kurt murmured. Blaine didn't say anything else.

"Maybe they've gone?" Brittany suggested, just as another shot sounded. All the girls whimpered under the piano. Finn squeezed Rachel's hand harder.

"Are you still holding hands?" Santana asked. "Really?"

"Just leave them," Brittany whimpered. For once, Santana didn't bitch. Instead, she pulled Brittany into a hug, hoping that this would never be the last time they did this. "Thanks sweetie."

"Mr Shue, what's going to happen?"

Will Shuester didn't answer. Instead, he looked out the window, hoping that the shooter would be stopped before he (or she, or even they) could reach their classroom.

"WHY AREN'T THEY GOING IN?"

"Burt, calm down..." Carole warned.

"Yes," Megan's mother said calmingly. "You don't want to stress your heart."

"But the police aren't going in! Our kids are in there!"

"They'll go in soon," Megan's father said hopefully. "I mean, they have to. After Columbine, police have to intervene faster."

"Columbine?"

"Megan makes us watch documentaries on it," Megan's mother explained. "She finds school shootings interesting. She even made a Presentation on it once."

"Like you find Serial Killer's interesting." Megan's father said, raising his eyebrows.

The four adults turned back to the television.

"Peek-a-boo." Dave opened his eyes. Thankfully, neither of the shooters were pointing their guns at him. Unfortunately, another girl was suffering. He heard the scream, the gun shot, and tried to stop the pained moan escape from him. "You know what? This is slowly losing its thrill."

"Yeah." He heard the other shooter say, before another shot sounded.

"There's still shots going on." Will whispered. "They're not getting any closer, but guys, we have to stay as quiet as possible."

"I wish I'd told my sister that she wasn't an accident." Megan whispered to Finn and Rachel, her eyes red from crying.

"I'm sure she knows." Finn whispered back, before turning his body towards Rachel. "I wonder what's taking the police so long."

"Maybe they've entered the building, and a-are just trying to find the shooters." Rachel said. "I-I mean, they're not just gonna stand there, are they? Are they?"

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