Summary: Pretty long, but lots of action in it. I have a few more chapters after this, so it is defiantly not the end.

"So you'll be back by five on monday?" Rachel asked while Santana packed her bags.

"Five on Sunday, and remember the code words if anything goes wrong." She told her girlfriend and kissed her goodbye. John was picking her up along with Puck, but when she got out there only John was in the truck. She knew something was wrong as Puck had promised he would ride along with John and her.

"Come on hop in." John called out to her, "Puck took his truck out to the woods already. I'll call him to prove it to you." After he did so Santana felt a bit more relaxed but was still a little stressed out as to why Puck would take his own vehicle out to the woods. The ride out to the hunting spot was a long and quiet one with the exception of the radio playing.

"So what kind of game are we after." Santana asked.

"Well I mostly hunt turkeys, but today we're looking out for deer." John said turning off the highway and on to a dirt path. Santana could see the woods was up a head, her phone beeped and she pulled it out of her pocket.

"Get a voice mail?" John asked.

"No, it just gives me weather updates now and then. Says it's suppose to be sunny with a high of 70 tomorrow." Santana told him, and put her phone away. She saw Puck's truck, but Puck was nowhere to be found. They both got out and looked around a little bit, just as Santana was about to get the guns out from the back of the truck she heard that familiar clicking sound. She turned around with her hands held up into the sky; realizing the trap she had fallen into. Now would be a really good time to speed Rachel. She screamed inside her head.

"Don't think I wouldn't remember an ugly bitch butch like yourself did I?" John said pointing the gun straight at her. "Turn around slowly." Santana did as she was told, her brain was spinning faster than tires on a race car.

"When did you put everything together." Santana said arms still high up in the air.

"After I saw you and your girlfriend holding hands. You people are fucking disgusting, and a waste of good fucking. Does she know about us?" John asked with a grin.

"Fuck you John." Santana said calmly.

"Oh fuck me? Listen , you better watch your fucking mouth or else I'll blow your fucking brains all over the forest. No one is going to know right? It would just look like a 'hunting accident'." He laughed.

"Where's Puck?" Santana asked.

"The stupid fucker is tied up to a tree over there." John said pointing towards a tree by Puck's SUV. "I'll deal with him later, probably just leave the bastard out here to die. Go and visit that beautiful blonde wife of his a visit. I'll tell her he's dead died in some freak accident and if she doesn't believe me then I'll tell her she's right; that he left her for some younger woman. I'll lie say he was such a scum bag, and then I'll make her feel good. Make her fucking moan out my name, grab her titties, smack her ass, I'll make her cry for me when I leave. Make her think I love her, but I don't. I don't fucking love anybody." He began to cackle.

"You're a real piece of work. Fucking shitty one but still." Santana said, and took a step closer to him.

"Man where do I even begin with you." John laughed. "You think you can really outsmart someone like me. I'm a fucking genius unlike you, and-" Before he could finish Santana charged towards him and punched him in the face. Before she could dig her nails into his eyes he slugged her with his pistol. He hit her again and again, just like all those years ago.

"I think I have a better idea." He said leaning over Santana. She spat out blood and rolled around in pain. "I was going to beat you and fuck you." Santana started whimpering. "Oh shh, don't cry." He said stroking her hair. "That's just the usual way of how I teach women a lesson. But seeing how you have a nasty pussy, and are too stupid to learn a lesson. I'm going to fucking kill you." He whispered into her ear. She spat a mixture of blood and spit into his face. He winced as it hit him and then shook his head. She struggled to get up as he turned around to get something out of his truck, but it was no use. The blows to the face had left her dizzy and the pain was making it difficult to remove. Come on Santana you need to get up. You need to fight. FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! She pushed herself off the ground to only be greeted by a kick in the back from John's boots. It knocked the wind out of her, and he drug her over to the truck and put her in the back seat. He handcuffed her to the door, and laughed he watched her struggle. Don't fucking quit. Think about Rachel, the family you want to have, the fact this guys wife might be next. She kept on fighting.

"Now you see you can fight all you want but there's a fucking cliff about a quarter of a mile away. You're going to go off of it and never be heard from again. No one but that girlfriend of yours is going to care, and who knows maybe I'll end up doing her like I do with Puck's wife." He said.

"HELP! HELP ME PLEASE!" Santana cried out.

"Hey why don't you scream a little bit louder? You might actually get some attention if your voice carry's for over three miles. Man you know it's like we're only twenty miles away from civilization, but it feels like 20,000." He laughed even harder. Santana kept struggling to break free from the handcuffs, but then he pulled out a rifle.

"Now let's say you just do happen to break free. I will put a bullet through that lesbian skull of yours faster than you can blink. Oh you know what maybe I should let you see Puck one last time." He said and jumped into the car and drove her over to see Puck tied up behind to a tree. His shirt was stained red with his struggle to break free from the ropes, and there was a cloth tied over his mouth. He was panting, eye's bulged out of his skull, his skin was glistening from all the sweat that covered him. John removed the cloth from his mouth.

"Santana I'm so sorry! I didn't fucking know." He started to cry.

"I know Puck. It's okay, everything is going to be fine." Santana said trying to calm him down, but he just kept on crying.

"You're so fucking pathetic." John said whacking him in the head with his riffle. "Imagine your wife right now, she doesn't even have a clue and I get to tell her about what a pussy you are."

"You leave Brittany out of this. Fuck you!" Puck screamed.

"See a real man says my wife, or my Brittany but not you. You say her name like she's actually worth something. Can't be worth much if she married you, but hey I'm sure I'll have a good time ramming my dick into her." John told him calmly, and locked the car door. He set the car up so it would accelerate off of the cliff.

"Now the car is only going to go about 15 miles per hour." He said before putting the key in the ignition. "That way you can truly enjoy your last ride." He turned the car on and let it take off towards the cliff. Santana kicked furiously at the car door as it started to pick up speed, and then she saw something under the passenger seat of the truck.

...

Rachel pulled up behind John who had his riffle at the truck, and pointed her pistol at him.

"Drop the fucking gun asshole!" She screamed.

"Hey you're just in time to see you're lovely-"

BANG! Rachel shot the gun. "Shut the fuck up!" She screamed even louder.

...

"Oh come on!" Santana begged as she worked to break free from the handcuffs using a bobby pin she had found on the floor. She looked out the window and saw the truck was almost half way there towards its final destination.

...

"Come on relax. I don't want to waste you as well." John said. Rachel's eyes got really big and she smiled. John turned around thinking Santana had broken free, but it turns out it was just a trick. Rachel whacked him in the back of the head with her pistol and he dropped to the ground. She took away his riffle and his bowie knife and cut Puck free.

"Let's go get Santana."Rachel said.

"How about you don't." John said punching her in stomach. Rachel pretended to bend over before slugging him in the gut, and having Puck crack a good hit to John's ribs.

"Oh hit me again." He teased. "That's the way I like it." Puck punched him in the face twice, but John kept laughing. "Quit pissing away your time, look." John said pointing at the truck that made its way over the ledge.

"FUCK!" Rachel screamed, and ran towards the cliff. Puck kicked and punched John until his knuckles were bloody, and screamed every obscenity he could at him. John didn't care, each hit Puck swung John spat out another insult mixed with his own blood.

...

Rachel ran as hard as she could, her knees screamed out in pain, and her chest was burning with rage, anxiety, and just lack of oxygen. She looked down and saw the truck at the bottom of the cliff, but no Santana. She kept searching and searching, following along the creek at the bottom, hoping Santana would appear, crawling out from the disaster. In her mind though she knew it was all over, and Santana was probably still in the truck actually dead.

"Santana!" She cried out.

...

Puck punched John in the face as he grinned hearing Rachel's grief from the top of the hill.

...

Just dig down, and push yourself. Come on Santana just pull yourself up! Fucking move your ass! Santana coached herself as she held on to a few sturdy roots, and pulled herself up to the top of the cliff. Rachel didn't notice as her vision was blurred with tears. Santana stood behind her sucking down air, until Rachel hugged her. They both started crying as they realized they could share a few more moments, maybe even years together.

They made it down to the bottom with John now holding the knife against Puck's throat.

"If you even think about killing me. I will slit his throat." John smiled.

"Let him do it. Then shoot him." Puck said.

"No fucking way." Santana said pointing the gun at John.

"Come on do it. Fucking do it! Please! Everything will be fine." Puck told them.

"I'm sorry Puck. I won't let him control me like this." Santana said.

"You're such a dumb bitch." John began to say, but Puck bit him in the arm. Making him drop the knife. Santana handcuffed him, while Rachel and Puck pointed their guns at him.

"Get the fuck up!" Rachel said after Santana had finished handcuffing him.

"Make me!" John screamed, and Puck shot him in the leg.

"Now get the fuck up! Before I put another fucking bullet in you!" Puck shouted.

"Go ahead kill me! I don't give a shit!" John screamed.

"Oh I'm not going to kill you!" Santana laughed, "I'm going to kill your two little boys. Spawn of a bastard like you deserve to die."

"Yeah right, you don't got the balls-" But then she stabbed him in the crotch,

"No you don't got balls anymore." Santana told him, and he let out a blood curdling scream. "I've got some pretty big balls, and I'm dead remember? So who is going to believe little old aunty Tana killed them? Not to mention it would be really nice for your wife to have something to blame you for."

"I would beat that fucking slut if she ever said that was my fault." He spat.

"How could you? Not when you're sitting in prison." Santana said. "Just think your wife is probably out hoping on any old dick she can find right now. You think you rule over her, but the moment you leave she just goes out and does whatever she wants. That's why you call her whore, slut, bitch all the time right?"

"Shut the fuck up." John said trying not to think about the pain in his nut sack.

"Oh John-John. I will kill those two little bastards of yours, and who knows what day it will be. Maybe tomorrow, I'll just sneak up to their room slit their throats or posion them. I might pick them up from school, take them out here and shoot them execution style." The look in John's eye's was changing. He wasn't in control anymore, and was losing his ability to think straight. The pain in his body kept growing worse and worse as he made his way back into reality.

"Now Mr. Mason, I will give you one last choice to make. Either go to the cops and tell them what a scumbag you really are or jump off that fucking cliff." Santana explained to him. John started talking,

"I'm sorry about what I did. I haven't been the same since I did that to you, I fucking get it now. It just kept eating at me and eating at me. I started drinking and I hit my wife. It felt so good." He started crying. "I mean afterwards I felt awful, but initially it felt great to give her that whack. It only got worse from there, and after each time I hit her I wondered why she wouldn't leave. I always concluded it was because she was weak, but it was because I made it so she had nowhere else to go. And she was always afraid I was going to hit one of our sons. I started sleeping around before any of the beatings started happening; that was something I did to try to forget about what I had done to you." He told Santana. He cried for another five minutes before she slapped him, "I think it was when I got married I realized just how awful it must have been for you, and then when my first son was born. All I could think about was how you were in prison because of me, and couldn't ever have the life I was having. I just numbed myself to everything. I just- I'm just sorry." He sobbed even harder.

"You're so weak, but I forgive you. Now get the fuck up." Santana commanded. He had to be helped by Rachel and Puck but he was able to stand up with bullet wound and all.

"Now start walking towards the cliff." Santana said.

"But I thought you said-" He began to say, but she cocked the gun.

"He said he was sorry." Rachel said.

"You really falling for the sob story. I'm I believe it, but that still doesn't make him a piece of shit. He's a fucking coward, and as soon as his wounds heal he'll be raising hell again."

"No I won't, I promise." John begged.

"That's right you won't because you're going to walk your ass up the cliff and jump off." Santana said. "I'm not God, I don't give out fucking redemption. Now Walk!" John picked up his feet and started what would be the longest and most painful walk of his life. Just as he looked over and was about to jump he turned around to Santana.

"I am really am sorry." He said.

"I know you are and I forgive you, but some people just have to be punished." Santana said. He was about to take his final step, when she shot him in the back of the head. He fell backwards onto the ground. Santana started crying, Rachel hugged her, and Puck started walking down the hill. They burned the body along with all of their blood soaked clothes, and started the drive back to tell Ms. Mason her husband was dead.