A/N: OK, due to the terribly long wait between posts last time, I give you all a heartfelt apology. I know how terrible it is waiting for someone to update a story, and I tend to cut off at intense moments. I apologize sincerely. I've been steadily loosing interest in this story, so this will be the last chapter. I'm sorry for the abrupt ending. Here's chapter 6. Enjoy! (I spelled Chapter wrong in the title...:[ )
~DS22
Damian swiveled around swiftly, looking down the hall both ways, searching for the mysterious man.
"Damian… what are you doing?" Lindsay whispered carefully.
Damian growled his response, "He is here somewhere. He has to be! I'm going to shoot his sorry ass off!" He suddenly shouted, "WHERE ARE YOU, COWARD! COME FACE ME YOU BASTARD!" A chuckle came out of the PA system. "Damian, Damian. Don't you know by now that I would never just approach you? This is going to be fun for me. Come and find me, boy. I'll be waiting." The voice disappeared, leaving nothing but static. Lindsay steps closer to Damian silently. "Damian, come on, we have to leave. Please, we have to get out of here."
Damian shot her an apologetic look. "Lindsay, I have to find him. I have to. Go and find a classroom with other people in it. This will be over soon. I- I promise." Inside he sighed dejectedly. He knew how this was going to end. The only reason he survived last time was because the man was distracted with killing Mr. McGinty. Damian knew even his Irish luck wouldn't give him another freebee like that. Looking at Lindsay he saw her jaw was set. She was determined about something and it made Damian a bit uneasy.
Lindsay had it with his heroic attitude. "Damian, I am not leaving you alone here. That man obviously wants something from you, but you can not surrender it. I'm staying with you. I don't care who he is or what he's done. You are my friend, Damian, and I intend to help you any way I can."
Then, out of no where, a man with a large trench coat and a black hoodie walked into the room. "Damian! It has been much too long. How are you my boy? As you can tell, I am still recovering from my… injury. Now don't be rude, Damo! Introduce me to your little friend!" The man strode towards Lindsay, but Damian stepped in front of him.
"Step back, man." Damian growled menacingly, and when the man continued coming forward, Damian launched himself at the offender. He tackled the man to the floor, and knocked the black hood away from his face. Damian then fell back with a gasp of surprise. Under the hood was his Uncle Seamus. Damian sat in shock, but Seamus was not at all motionless. He dove past Damian and grabbed Lindsay by her hair. He pulled out a knife and pressed it to her exposed throat. Damian, now out of his stupor, reached for the gun on the floor.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you! I have this beautiful young lady right on the edge of death. Now you wouldn't want another murder on your conscience, do you?"
Damian, a bit confused, stopped reaching for the gun. "What do you mean another? You're the murderer, not me!"
"But Damian," the killer hissed, "Don't you know? I killed your parents because of you. Joseph was always getting everything. He got the girl. He got the money. He even got a son. And me? What did I get? I had to look after my dieing mother for fourteen years! While I was giving her an IV drip, he was making a baby! Now Damian, I am taking you, and you will be MY son. You will help me get girls so I can have a beautiful wife! Come on, Damo. If you do, I'll kill the bitch quickly!"
Damian stared Seamus down for a second then dropped the gun, slouching his shoulders. "Fine. I'll go with you. Now let Lindsay go."
"Oh trying to play hero? Too bad. I'm going to kill her anyway. I told you! I'll just make it quick."
Just then Cameron Mitchell, Damian's best friend, snuck around the corner. He saw Damian standing defeated and a man's eyes gleaming. Cameron yells, "HEY!" The criminal's eyes snap up to Cameron and he grins a sadistic grin.
"Well, well Damo. Looks like another one of your friends. Now what should we do about that? Hmmmm. Damian, grab him!" Damian spins around and sees Cameron. His eyes hold uncontrolled panic.
"What are you doing here, Cam? Run away!" Damian screams, but Cameron holds out his wrists. "Come on, Damian. Tie me up." He mumbles.
"Yes Damian. Do what the kid says! Tie him up and bring him over here. If you do, I won't kill the girl!" Damian spins back around. Seamus gives him a grin and puts a small amount of pressure on Lindsay's throat. Blood begins to gather on the blade.
"NO! I'll get Cam!" Damian yells. Seamus stops the pressure and Damian pulls Cameron's arms behind his back. They walk over to Seamus. When they get close, Cameron presses some thing cold into Damian's hand. He recognizes the feel of the knives in the world history room. They approach Seamus and he drops Lindsay, diving for Cameron. Damian jumps in front, deflecting the blade with the hunting knife.
"WHAT? Where on earth did you get a knife Damo? That is definitely not safe? What would your mother think? What about your father? Now, Damo, I don't want to have to kill you!"
Damian growls in response and dives at his uncle. The pair attack, block, and counter attack for seven minutes. Then, one of the jabs at Damian's gut hits. He falls to the floor moaning in pain. Once he fell, though, a crack resounds through the hallway. Sue Sylvester stands behind Damian with her gun.
"I think it's bad luck to let a leprechaun die. You're fucking welcome." Then she drops an orange bag and walks away. Lindsay yells out, "COACH! I thought you were dead! How the hell are you alive?"
Sue glances over her shoulder and says, "I didn't graduate the CIA academy with nothing to show for it, Pearce. Now you might want to put pressure on that stab wound."
Lindsay gasps and runs to Damian. "Oh my God! Damian, can you hear me? DAMIAN!"
"I heard you the first time, Linds." He says with a forced grin. "Now, I need you to get me to the hospital, OK? Unless… never mind."
"What? Come on, Damian! Tell me! NOW!" HE flinches but then grins.
"Well, I was wondering of you thought I needed CPR? Ya know, I'm feeling a bit short on air…" Lindsay stared at him, mouth gaping.
"Damian Joseph McGinty! You are bleeding out, and you want me to kiss you?" He gives a very sheepish grin, then nods his head, flashing the puppy dog eyes.
"Well then, if you're sure." She says jokingly. Then, Lindsay bent down and kissed him.
All of the sudden, someone cleared his throat. "Um, guys. The ambulance is outside. So, uh, I think we should go." Cameron stood there, scratching his head while Lindsay got off Damian's lap saying, "Well I was, uh, just applying pressure. You know, so he didn't bleed out."
Cameron almost lets his grin show, and says, "Well, it looked to me like you were giving him CPR, but now isn't the time to mention that." Cameron jogs over to Damian and helps pick him up. They walk out of the building, into the light.
A/N: OK! So that is my fanfic! Now it is over and I hope those of you who read it enjoyed it. Sorry it took me so long, but I have been told I have the attention span of a gnat. By the way, they all lived happily ever after and won regionals and all that good stuff. If you want, they also won world-ials! Yay for the gLee club! Oh yeah! Shannon Beist also lived happily ever after with Damian and Lindsay and Cameron and all those other peiople! Once again, sorry for the abrupt end and I apologize for my horrible updating!
Later bros!
~DS22