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Ryder couldn't move. Nobody was going to save him, but he kept hoping that, maybe, a cop would enter the room screaming and he would be safe. But it didn't happen. He had to get up, for his friend's sake. He tried to get up, but his legs didn't want to move, he was too scared. Maybe Eduardo was not going to kill him, he said he just wanted to shoot somebody, maybe he just wanted to hurt them.

The shooter was staring at him, but he really couldn't move.

"Get up !" He screamed. Eduardo started getting angry, he had to face is destiny. He got up and then he walked and found himself right in front of the shooter. He opened his mouth to say something, he wanted to thank everybody and say goodbye, but the shooter didn't let him. Eduardo shot him right in his head, Ryder fell on the floor, lifeless. Everybody tried to suffocate their own feelings, Ryder was laying on the floor, in a pool of his own blood. Eduardo smiled, satisfied.

What were they all going to do ? Ryder was already dead and, in just some more minutes, one of the girls was going to follow him. They were all crying, they couldn't believe that there was a shooter in their choir room. They were there to sing, like every single day, they were all happy, all together, preparing their new songs, as always. But this time it was different, somebody was going to die.

Finn was probably the most scared, he kept thinking that the shooters were going to kill them all, somehow. Eduardo didn't seem like caring at all, he just liked killing. He wanted to know why there were two shooters in the school, were they ex-students ? He desperately needed a reason why, why were they all going to die ? Why was the shooter with them ?
He kept looking at Rachel, he was scared the shooter might call her and then kill her. He couldn't lose her, they weren't together anymore, but he still loved her, he was always going to love her.

Eduardo was now playing the piano, it was creepy as fuck, he had this stupid smile on his face and he just kept playing. He wanted to make the suspense grow, he needed everybody to be scared. He got up, ready to call a girl. The girls were holding their breaths, all crying.

"Brittany."

"NO !" Santana's voice sounded loudly in the choir room, causing everybody to look at her. They all knew what this meant. Eduardo walked towards her, looking incredibly angry.

"What ? You are confronting me." He slapped her. "I don't like this. You, guys, are all a bunch of losers, I knew I had to kill you all."

Santana felt guilty, she knew she was the reason why everybody was going to die, but she couldn't let him shoot Brittany. She had all her friends looking at her, they were even more scared than they were before. Eduardo was going to shoot them all.

"Kill me." She said, almost whispering. Everybody was looking at her, In shock. Brittany was crying, shaking, trying to be calm. She couldn't even look at Santana. "Don't… Don't touch her. Kill me." Santana repeated, her voice was now clearer, like if she had decided that it was the right thing, like she knew that she needed to sacrifice herself, for Brittany.
Eduardo looked at her, confused. Why would she sacrifice herself for one of her friends ? He wanted, at least, to make it more funny, for him.

"You really would let me kill you. Wow, that's incredibly dumb. You look like a smart person… And incredibly hot. I wanted to keep you alive, because I had something more… interesting for you. But you're stupid. You want me to kill you instead of some blonde bitch ? That's hilarious." He laughed. His laugh was even creepier than is smile, almost bloodcurdling. He sat on the floor, wondering. He closed his eyes, holding is gun like it was some sort of teddy bear.

The room was filled with people sobbing, crying, trying not to scream or to run, they were all trying to hold each other, somehow, they wanted to be strong. They kept thinking that, maybe, somebody was going to save them all, but nobody was coming for them. They all figured out that their parents were out there, waiting for them, hoping that everybody was going to be fine. But no one was going to make it alive. No one.
Blaine decided he didn't care, he took Kurt's hand and held it. They looked at each other, smiling. Kurt needed to talk to him, he couldn't die without making Blaine know what he felt.
"I love you. I really do." He was whispering, hoping not to be heard. "I'll always love you, no matter what." A little, shy, kiss between them gave them the strength they needed to go on, to die bravely. Blaine didn't need to say anything, Kurt already knew his feelings. "I love you."

Eduardo got up, looking at Santana in the eyes.

"So, here we are. Your turn."

Brittany gasped, she couldn't believe Santana was really risking her life because of her. They weren't even together anymore, why would she ?

"Yeah." Santana said, before getting up.

"¿Por qué haces esto ?" (Why are you doing this )Eduardo started talking in Spanish.

Santana remained silent, she didn't want to talk, everybody knew why she was doing this.

"Fine, stay silent."
He looked at her before shooting, he approached and then kissed her in the lips. She stayed silent, not even bothering what he was doing. He looked like he wanted to do more, but then he walked away and pointed his gun towards her.

Santana looked at Brittany, she was crying and staring at her, they looked at each other for some seconds and then Santana whispered "I love you." Brittany was now crying even harder than before, she had understood why Santana was doing this. She was sacrificing herself because she was still in love with her, while she was with Sam. Santana thought that, at least, Brittany was going to remember her as the girl who told her that she loved her right before dying to save her damn freaking life. It was just the way it was supposed to be.

"Make it fast." She said, closing her eyes.

The sound of the gun going off ripped through everybody's ears as if they were right next to a fireworks display, listening to it go off, with no protection. The echo of the ear-splitting "BANG" carried on for a good minute.