The group jolts once again as the dark van runs over a deep pot hole. Tina, who was invisible, hit her head, hard, against the side of the van. She lets out a loud yelp as she appears causing Mike to lurch forward in shock. His arms strain against his bonds, he yells out in pain and is slammed back into the side of the van.
All of the teens were chained to metal racks surrounding the van with black, plastic handcuffs that caused their skin to stretch against them. Artie, however, was earlier removed from his suite, much to the mercenaries struggle. He lay in a broken, disfigured heap in the corner of the van. Every time the van made a sharp turn, he would move with the van, sometimes landing on his face, other times hitting the back of his head . Each time he was unable to pick himself up.
The fear and utter shock that was once in everyone's eyes had faded away, and had turned into looks of emptiness, regret, resentment, and oddly enough, acceptance. Well, except for-
"Come on, Hummel." Karofsky grunts, yanking on his bonds so hard that blood started to seep out from his now raw skin. "I think I can feel these getting loose..." He musters up his strength, throws himself forward, and hisses in pain as a sharp stinging sensation surges from his hands.
Kurt huffs and looks towards Karofsky. He rolls his eyes as the boy lurches forward once again, only to come up with the same result. Kurt nudges Blaine's shoulder. The elf gives him a tired look before following his gaze over to Karofsky, who was swearing silently under his breath.
Mike props Artie up against the wall the best he could with two legs and no hands. Artie sends him a weak smile as thanks before lazily rolling his head to look at the large boy that was causing the commotion.
"Fuck this." Karofsky rage quits and slumps defeatedly. "I should have left earlier or gone out by myself. At least I wouldn't be on this stupid rode, to which is probably our death, with a bunch of losers." He grumbles. "What kind of idiot doesn't know that one of their friends is a fucking traitor?"
"You didn't figure it out either, dumb ass." Blaine replies dryly causing Kurt and everyone else to look at him in shock. This is the first time Blaine had ever said anything remotely mean in their presence.
"What did you just call me, Rainbow Sprite?" Karofsky hisses.
"You're all talk, David. Honestly, you have all the bravery of the cowardly lion. You're gift is mediocre at best. You're about as comfortable as you're own sexuality as you are smart. Which is to say not at all... And you sweat like a pig." Blaine retorts angrily. Everyone looks around confusedly, wondering why Blaine was acting so out of character.
Karofsky blinks rapidly, all the things Blaine said to him sinking in. He flushed in embarrassment. Karosfky grumbles under his breathe. He turns away from everyone else.
Blaine notices everyone staring at him.
He shrugs.
"What are you guys looking at?" He snaps angrily.
Meanwhile up front...
"Sugar, stop playing with them. Mr. Fabray wants all of them alive and well by the time we pull up. Them killing each other would be sort of a set back." Jesse snaps, smacking the girl in the back of her head.
Sugar squeals and rubs the back of her head with a scowl on her face.
"But I'm bored..." She whines. "There's nothing to do."
"You can count the trees as we pass." Jesse suggests.
"How old do you think I am? Five? If my daddy finds out that-"
"Listen." Jesse says, holding his hand up for silence. "You're daddy has no power over me. And little to no influence with Mr. Fabray. He is a weapons designer, and a very good one at that, but there are plenty of other people who would be more than willing to work for Mr. Fabray."
Sugar looks as if she's about to protest, but Jesse cuffs his hand over her mouth.
"The only reason you're hear and not taking phone calls, is that you're gift would be useful on this trip. We don't want any trouble transporting them. You are doing the exact opposite of what you're here to do-"
Sugar bites down on Jesse's hand. Hard. The boy yanks his hand away with a look of pure disgust on his face.
"You bit me!"
Sugar rolls her eyes and ignores him.
"Oh please, that's not the only reason. You're basically incompetent now. Mr. F doesn't trust that you'll be able to get the most simplest of jobs done. It seems that he's thinking that it's time for the younger generation to step up to the plate." She states smugly.
Jesse growls and slams on the breaks. He can hear the kids in the back of the car shout and yelp as they're thrown in different directions.
"Listen here, you little freak." Jesse hisses. He swears he can see fear in Sugar's eyes, But it was gone as soon as it appeared, replaced with her usual look of cockiness and pure, deranged confidence. "I am one of the most oldest, well-respected, members of this order. You are just some lackey that fetches the boss's coffee. You cannot comprehend my abilities."
"And you can't begin to comprehend mine." She snarls.
"You think you're tough shit." She continues. "But all I see is some washed-up, old, Batman sounding, piece of shit, that can't manage to kill someone that he has had plenty of opportunities to kill."
Sugar leans back against her door and springs her legs out, aiming at Jesse. The scarred boy looses his breath and is pushed so hard that that her falls out of his side of the van. He lands with a thud into the muddy road. He looks up to see Sugar smiling down at him sinisterly.
"How do you think Mr. Fabray would feel about his number one man ignoring his duties? Have fun walking back to base, old man."
She sends him a mocking salute before slamming the door shut and speeding off.
Jesse looks ahead blankly before balling his fists and shouting.
"ARGH!"
Santana, Rachel, Brittany, and Rory:
"Santana..." Rachel squirms uncomfortably in the back seat, Rory's elbow digging into her side. "Are you aware, that there's a stray cat in the back seat?"
"Oh, there you are Charity!" Brittany exclaims excitedly. The cat pounces gracefully to the front seat. She paces around the blonde girl's lap before curling up into a ball, purring when Brittany scratches behind her ear. "She thinks you're really pretty, Rach." She informs with a smile.
Rachel blushes. This is frickin ridiculous. She's embarrassed why? Because a cat finds her attractive.
"Britt, what did I tell you about cats in the front seat?" Santana sighs, rubbing her temple.
Brittany pouts.
"That they may be cute for cuddling at home but in the car they are distractions sent from Satan. They shouldn't be seen or heard in the front..." Brittany recites. She pauses, trying to remember something. "Oh yeah, and the same rule applies to when we're about to have sexy times."
Rachel blushes madly as Rory clears his throat awkwardly. One look at the cat, and Charity scatters to the very back of the car and disappears under the seats.
"Oh, I never did get to ask," Rachel starts, glad to change the topic. "How are you feeling about Lord Tubbington? I know that you cared about him a lot..." She trails off at Santana's glare.
"Bitch, you did not just ask that." Santana says.
Rachel watches in shock and pure guilt as Brittany starts to tear up. Santana whispers something she can't hear soothingly into her ear. Brittany chokes back a sob, and wipes her tears away.
"This is so silly." She laughs/sobs. "I was horrible mom, and Lord Tubbington was never really happy with me-"
"Don't be ridiculous, babe. You were a great mom. One of the best." Santana says reassuringly. She cast Rachel a look in the mirror. It only took Santana one look to convey what she meant.
'You made Brittany sad, puta. Fix it. Now.'
And Rachel was still scared shitless of Santana Lopez.
"Brittany," She starts shakily, passing the blonde a tissue box from her backpack. She's about to continue when Brittany blows her nose. She waits awkwardly until she finishes. "I'm sure you were a superb mother. Sometimes... our suicidal cats die by getting blown up by a giant missile, and we have to remember that... it's not... our fault." She finishes, unsure that her words were helping the blonde.
Santana glares at her once again.
'Come on, motor-mouth... You better tried harder, I have a razor blade hidden between my boobs.'
Okay, so that last part was added. But it wasn't her fault. Santana was wearing her old Mountainview, black, leather uniform. It was as skin tight as it always was, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Stop staring! Rachel scolds herself mentally, her eyes darting away from the mirror.
"Uhm... I'm sure that Lord Tubbington is happier now. He's probably chilling in that floating litter box in the sky." Rachel adds, patting the blonde's shoulder awkwardly.
Brittany hiccups and nods frantically.
"You're right." She says simply. "You're right..." She repeats to herself. "He was never completely right in the head. Sort of like me." She adds jokingly.
Santana cracks a smile and pats her girlfriends thigh comfortingly.
"And now we have Charity. And she's not all that bad." Santana says, trying to cheer up the taller girl.
Charity dashes out from under the back seat. Rachel shrieks and covers her face while Rory yells out in shock. The brown tabby cat jumps onto the Latina's lap, causing her to straighten up. The cat purrs and rolls herself into a tiny ball once again in Santana's lap.
"Brittany..." She trembles, not taking her eyes off the road. "Tell the cat to get off me."
Brittany smiles as the cat nudges her little nose into Santana's stomach.
"But you two look so cute!" She squeals. Santana's breathing starts to become shallow.
"Brittany... Now."
"Santana relax." Rory says. "It's just a cat."
"I don't like cats." Santana bites out.
"Ooh, Rachel, give me your camera. I want to take a picture!" Brittany claps her hands excitedly.
"Meow..."
Charity nudges her nose beneath Santana's chin. The Latina feels the cats scratchy tongue lick her gently.
"Aww..." Rachel and Brittany say in unison as the blonde girl takes the picture.
"I can tell already that this is going to be a long ride..."
A/N: I am sorry for all the errors and/or if the chapters too short. It's the happy season and I'm sort of busy. I won't be writing for awhile. Sorry :P
Happy Holidays!
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