RIP Cory Monteith, you were the night in shining armour to me and to all of us. Don't stop believing x

The van rattled on as days turned to nights, minutes dragging by like they were hours, hours feeling like years. No one knew how long it had been since they had seen sunlight, smelt freshly cut grass, listened to birds chirping as they fluttered from one tree to the next without a care in the world. Their lives weren't that simple, that trivial. Not anymore. Now, all that they felt was death approaching, as they slipped into it's shadowed embrace...

Michael's POV

The van came to a sudden halt, jolting us all, throwing us forward into the prison walls surrounding us. I squint, squeezing my eyes shut, listening intently to try and make out the whispered conversation between the drivers. I only heard one sentence, but that was all I needed:

'We're being followed'

Meanwhile...

Blake's POV

In front of me, the white van stops suddenly, tyres screeching. My mind goes into a panic as I swerve off the road to hide. My motorbike throws me off head first and I crash into a nearby tree with a crack. I groan, pulling myself cautiously to my feet. I brush down my trousers, running a hand through my hair, slick with sweat. I glance down at the gash on my arm and sigh, stripping off my T-Shirt and ripping off a strip of fabric, wrapping it around my arm.

Motorcycles freaking suck.

I dive back behind the trees to my motorcycle and grab my duffel bag from under it. I rummage through it, pulling out a black hoodie. I put it on, zipping it up and putting up the hood. Then, I begin to creep through the trees back to the van, my heart beating double-time. I reach the van just as Jake Puckerman and another hooded acomplise open the door to the van, revealing 5 teenagers much like myself, dirty, battered and weighed down by their broken spirits. I hear a scream, a smack, and then a cry. I know what I have to do, no matter the costs.

Shanna's POV

The door opens, a flood of golden light blinding me. I blink rapidly, trying to regain my vision. Reality sets back in and the smile on my face- the hope- fades. A hooded figure in black stands over us, his silhouette looming over us like a dark cloud. His devil red eyes scan us all, scrutinizing us. Then, his gaze falls on Kurt, looking peaceful in the dark. He pulls out his knife, eyeing the boy sinisterly. Marley lunges at him, knocking him to the floor. She squeals as the knife cuts into her arm. The monster stands to his full height, pulling Marley up by her hair. He slaps her, hard, against the face and throws her to the floor in disgust. Michael's on his feet, so is Finn. I protectively shuffle over to Kurt, wrapping my arms around him, cradling his unconscious body. I feel a tear roll down my cheek as the driver spits at them, hoists Marley over his shoulder and throws her inside. She cries loudly, sobbing as he holds her arm in pain. Then the doors slams, and we're left to rot in the dark once more.

I wish I could help, but I don't know what to do. I'm not me anymore.

Marley's POV

My arm hurts like hell. I'm going to die. This is it, the end. Game over.

I watch Michael's ears prick up and his face change expressions. He scuttles over to Finn in the corner, whispering something quietly in his ear. The brunette smirks, bending over Kurt and passing on the message. But he still doesn't wake up. His chest just rises and falls, and with every breath he slips further and further away. I feel a stab of sadness sark through me, and I slouch backwards. We know he's ill. Finn hasn't lost hope though, and that's what's keeping Kurt breathing. Nothing else.

Michael looks down at the floor guiltily for a moment before hurrying over to Shanna, who he whispers to. She sighs and rests her head in her hands, engrossed in her own thoughts. Then, Michael returns to me, ready to tell me what he's told everyone else. But the door opens again and a hooded figure in black stands over us, his silhouette looming over us like a dark cloud. I cower into Michael, who wraps his arm around me, sheilding me. He's tall and thin, with a gun in his trouser waistband. And he's shirtless under a black hoodie.

"Come on everyone, we don't have much time." The boy whispers. I look him up and down. He's not much older than me, with light brown hair and deep brown eyes that make you feel like your melting.

"Who are you?" I stammer, looking up at him with my teary eyes. He looks down at me, his gaze soft.

"I'm your knight in shining armour"