A/N: Any spelling mistakes are my fault. I noticed one or two in the last one. Sorry bout that.

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Chapter 4: Movie Night

I stared at my reflection in my bathroom mirror. My face void of any emotions, just looking into my own hazel eyes. I started to touch my face with my fingertips, over the bridge of my nose, my cheeks, and my forehead. Then, slowly drawing back my right hand, I slammed my fist into my cheek with all the strength I could muster, making me cry out. Breathe coming fast now I drew back again and slammed my fist into every part of my face until it was red and swollen. I steadied myself against the sink before studying my now bloodied face.

My nose looked broken, a brown and blue bruise next to my temple, and my cheeks brown and blue. I smiled to myself because this felt almost as good as beating someone's face in with a golf club. But nothing would ever feel as great as torturing someone. How great it felt over powering Rachel for once, beating my dad's head in until I heard his skull break in two, even when Brittany and I played cat and mouse last night. It felt fucking amazing, like there was nothing else in this world that could bring me such joy.

Flashback

My mother had announced that she'll be going to Montana to help search for my dad. She had decided I would stay back just in case he comes home. And since he won't be, I had decided that Brittany and I were going to have a little movie night, just the two of us. It took lots of convincing and a few lies, lies like Santana would be joining us. But I don't like being a liar where it's not completely needed, I could have just promised Brittany cupcakes and unicorns and that would have worked, but I did invite Santana. She just wouldn't be showing up for awhile.

Brittany had brought Finding Nemo and her diary because she was afraid her cat would read it again. I had the popcorn and sweets already setup so we put in the movie and settled on the couch. Half way through the movie I couldn't wait any longer. My adrenaline had kicked in the minute the movie started. I looked over at Brittany who was whispering the dialogue to herself.

I smiled, "How does it feel?" I ask her.

She looked over at me with a confused expression, "What do you mean?"

I chuckled under my breath before continuing, "I meant how it feels to know that this is the last movie you'll ever watch." Britt slowly, almost scared that I would pounce on her, moved away. I could tell she wanted to run, just be anywhere but here. I smiled even wider.

"What are you talking about Q?" Her blue eyes widening and gulps rather loudly.

"Please, you're not as stupid as you lead everybody to think. Quite frankly I'm surprised you even agreed to come over." I move a little closer to her.

"You told me that San was going to be here. That's the only reason I came over." She got up to leave, but since the only way to go out the front door was to pass me, she wasn't so lucky. I shot up out of my seat blocking her path.

"Are you sure? Because I think you and I can still have fun. Or at least I could." I pushed her as hard as I could, make her head hit against the fireplace mantel. She cried out and fell on to the floor.

"Come on Brittany, I think you can give me a little more fight than just sitting there looking pathetic!" I yell in her face. I wasn't expecting the hand that came my way. Pain shot through the right side of my face almost making tears spring to my eyes.

Smiling down at her I said, "That's more like it."

She shoved me on to the couch and started for the stairs. She was so predictable. I ran after her, grabbing her leg making her lose her balance and tried to drag her back down the stairs. She kicked me in my chin and ran the rest of the way up. Damn her and her long legs. The excitement raced through my body, I never thought this would happen this way.

I run back down the stairs and head over to the coffee table, grabbing the knife I hid under the pile of newspapers. If she thought she was getting out alive she was wrong. I had prepared for every possibility, and during preparation I disconnected all phone lines which I have no doubt that she's trying to call for help, and if she screamed bloody murder no one would hear her. My parents had sound proofed the house when Frannie, for some idiotic reason, though it would be fun to take up drum lessons.

I slowly crept up to my room making sure not to make a noise. I froze when I heard footsteps and a door close quietly, she was in my room. I sauntered up to my closed door and knocked. "Britt Britt, you in there? I'm sorry okay? Just let me in." I say gently. I didn't hear anything for a minute.

But then I heard her, "Go away Quinn! I'm not leaving this room until San gets here." My heart, if even possible, felt like it sped up faster and was about to explode out of my chest. If San got here before I got rid of Brittany I was screwed.

I banged on the door so hard my hand felt as if I were slapping it against concrete. "Open this damn door Brittany!" I backed up and threw my body at the door. I screamed as I kicked, slammed, and banged at the door. I stop to collect myself. Then I started laughing. Frannie's room is right next to mine, the bathroom joins our rooms. I laugh as I enter her bedroom, go through the bathroom and into my own.

"Come out come out where ever you are." I say in a sing song voice.

End of Flashback

I took one more glace into the mirror before going and finding the first aid kit. The police were going to question me on Brittany's death. I had told my mom that someone broke into the house with a knife and tried to slaughter us, only I was lucky and found a way out before her. After cleaning up myself inflected wounds I went to go find an appropriate dress.

I arrived at her funeral, spotting Ms. Pierce immediately and walked over. I let a few tears fall as I gave her my condolences.

"Thank you Quinn, I know Brittany would want you here. I –"She got cut off by a screaming Latina.

I whipped my head around to find a furious Santana. "Santana I'm so sorry." I say as I walk over to give her a hug. She slaps my hand away from her and pushes me back.

"You did this! You don't belong here!" She yelled in my face.

"San your just stressed and your grieving, it's okay, but please don't blame this on me." I start to sob.

A look of disgust settled on her face, "Get out! I swear to God Quinn Fabray if you don't leave I will hurt you! Get. Out!" Trying to look hurt and rejected I ran out of the church and got in my car.

Half way to my house I started laughing hysterically.

A/N: I wrote this chapter over and over again and I'm still not sure about it. The characters death is predictable, but I really don't think you'll guess the next one, I'm excited about it. Anyway I know I said Rachel and Finn would be in this chapter and they were but I just didn't like it. So next time I won't promise anything like that.

Hope you like this chapter though, and for the very few people who read this I appreciate it. Special thank you to ilvecoffee-n-narutoYOUTH for reviewing! It means a lot.

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What will Quinn do next?