Thank you to everyone who reviewed/story alerted/added this to their favourites, I was blown away by the response! I'm really glad you were eager for the next update, so here it is! It's kind of brief, but more characters' situations will be introduced soon, promise. As always, enjoy and review with your thoughts =) xo
Mike kept his hand around Quinn's mouth as he held her against the wall, trying and failing to send brainwaves to tell her to shut the hell up.
'Quit wriggling Q!' He whispered in her ear, not daring to let her free for fear of her yelling out and giving away their hiding place. He'd got her in here in the nick of time- as soon as the dark figure had been distracted by the well-timed football, he'd grabbed an indignant Quinn and forced her into the broom cupboard besides where they had been standing.
His heart was thudding painfully and he hated the way Quinn was writhing and squealing against his hold (though he was quite surprised she hadn't yet kneed him in his misters), but he had to find out what the hell was going on.
It could've been a joke. Just a jock that wanted to pull a bad pran-
They both jumped as a startling bang ripped through the hall, making the cupboard door shudder and Quinn freeze, eyes wider than saucers and shoulders shaking against his hands.
A gunshot. There was no mistaking it, and Mike wasn't stupid. He'd seen enough movies and played enough video-games to know that this was real, and that guy in the black disguise was bad enough to have a gun.
The realisation didn't help the fact that he was hiding in a cupboard right besides the gunman though, just metres away from being exposed.
'EVERYBODY STOP.' Mike heard the man yell out, and he froze, finally taking his hand off a silent Quinn's mouth as she stared into space, looking too shocked to react just yet. They both heard the code red alarm go off and Figgins' automated message over the intercom.
Putting a hand cautiously on her shoulder, Mike took a careful step towards the hinge of the door, the only small crack that gave any view of the outside to them. Looking carefully through it, he could just about make out a small group of students from his year, and the back of the burly intruder. He felt Quinn move beside him, as she stood and watched his face, trying to gauge his reaction as he looked at the horrifying scene before him.
'Okay, here's how it's gonna work. You're gonna stand there, until I say otherwise, alright? If you co-operate, you have nothing to worry about.' The deep voice that sounded like it belonged to some sort of Hypnotist shouted out, giving a short smile before toying with the gun in his hands. 'And if not...well, let's just say while that shot was supposed to give a shock, the next will have a lot, lot more purpose.' Quinn gulped slightly, and he squeezed her hand lightly.
'I just have a few questions to ask.' Suddenly he pointed the gun at someone out of Mike's view, and his heart leapt into his throat.
'You. What's your name?'
Rachel gulped, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be happening. She wasn't standing in the hallways of her high school with a gun pointed at her head, it was just a nightmare. She'd wake up in her lilac duvet cover and she'd be fine- she'd go on her treadmill to work off the stress.
But when the huge, masked man before her stepped closer, she was shaken into speaking. 'Rachel. Rachel B-Berry.'
'Hi Rachel.' The deep voice greeted her, and her eyes darted towards the cupboard down the hall. She knew Mike and Quinn were in there.
If only she had gotten there in time.
'So, I'm going to ask you 1 question, and you have 10 seconds to answer. Answer to my expectations, and you get to leave. Understood?'
Rachel nodded as all eyes in the hall darted between the diva and the intruder.
'Excellent. So, here it is- do you know where any of the following are-'His green eyes bore into Rachel's and she quivered under his gaze as his voice rang out loud and clear. 'Mike Chang, Quinn Fabray, Finn Hudson, Santana Lopez, Noah Puckerman and/or Brittany Pierce are?'
Rachel felt all the air leave her as her vision blurred. Her friends. Maybe she wasn't a friend to them, but they were the closest, along with the other glee clubbers, she had to friends.
'Why?'
'I'll ask the questions.' He snarled, and Rachel squinted, trying to see if she could recognise something, anything about the man. Nothing. 'You have 5 seconds now Rachel and you can walk free.'
She resisted the urge to whimper, scream or run as she scrambled to think of what to do. Telling him was most definitely completely out of the question; she just hoped he didn't notice her eyes that kept darting to the cupboard. What did Mike and Quinn think? Did they think she would tell him, get her 'revenge' on the years of teasing that Quinn had put her through?
Finn. What would he do if he could see her now? The thought that this man was after the boy she loved more than anyone made her sick.
Puck. He was the strongest person she knew- what would he do if he was in her place?
If she didn't tell him, he'd probably shoot her- or worse, others. Plus, what if others had seen Quinn and Mike, and told him?
Then it occurred to her- Lie.
'2-'
'I saw a few of them headed towards the quad.' She gestured wildly, and she could practically hear the sigh of relief from the cupboard. The man squinted at her for a few seconds, as if deciding whether she was telling the truth or not, before he let out that manic smile of his and lowered the gun slightly.
'Thanks for that Rach.' Rachel shuddered at the casual manner he said it in, and she just prayed to god that none of them were anywhere near the quad. 'You can go now.'
Rachel froze, her heart twisting painfully as she realised that she'd done one of the most cowardice things she could've done- she basically gave him a false lead so she could leave them. She suddenly felt nauseous, and shook her head as his face twisted in confusion. 'N-no.'
'No?'
'I- I don't want to.' She told him pathetically.
'Oh re-' He suddenly paused, his livid eyes shifting to Rachel's right. She took the chance to slowly follow his gaze, and landed on a guy she recognised from her English class, usually unnoticeable but now seemingly caught with a mobile phone in his hands as his fingers ran across the keys.
There was suddenly a huge bang as another gunshot went off, and Rachel leapt to the side, hitting the lockers with a crash as he aimed the bullet at the boys phone, earning a gut-wrenching yell of pain from the receiver as the corridor went manic. People ducked and yelled out everywhere, grabbing eachother and forcing themselves to run flat out towards the exit while Rachel cowered against the lockers, gently being buffered towards the exit, as she covered her ears, unable to bear hearing the boy's strangled screams and the continuous gunshots as the intruder aimed at various lockers on the other side of the hall.
As she was buffered through the crowds towards the door, she knew she had one mission- she couldn't go in the school, but she could get help, and most importantly- get those 6 people out of there.
To quote Mercedes; thoughts? let me know in a review, kind readers. xo
