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Chapter 12 – Santana
Santana was on a high.
She and Brittany were the Gleeful Murderers,
And
They
Were
Unstoppable.
They had offed almost the entire Glee club, and nobody suspected a thing.
Nobody!
Jacob Ben-Israel was brought in by the police for questioning, as was Dave Karofsky, even Coach Sylvester.
But nobody suspected the two poor, innocent Cheerios that lost their poor, innocent singing buddies.
"So, looks like Lady Fabulous is next," Santana said as she and Brittany sat on the floor of her room, "How should he go?"
"We have to kill him, S?" Brittany asked, her brown eyes wide.
"Um, yeah, B," Santana answered, "Remember? Your plan was 'Kill everybody dead except for two." She pointed to Brittany, "One," then at herself "Two."
Brittany chuckled, then propped herself up on her hand and knees and began to crawl slowly towards Santana.
"I said two lived?" Brittany said, "Did I say you were one of the two?"
"Well, no, but…" Santana's eyes widened as Brittany reached behind her back and pulled out a knife.
Jumping to her feet, Santana shrieked in terror as she dashed out of her room, Brittany at her heels. She ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time and grabbing her home phone off the receiver. She dialed 911, but realized the phone wasn't working.
"I cut the cord when I came in." Santana heard. Turning she saw Brittany standing close behind her, brandishing the knife menacingly.
Panicked, Santana reached up and yanked Brittany's ponytail, driving her into the wall. She turned and ran through the dining room, grabbing her cell phone off the table and locking herself in the bathroom.
"911, what is your emergency?"
"Help! Help me! The – the Gleeful Murderer, it's us! And now, now she's gonna, she's gonna kill me! Please -"
Santana screamed as Brittany pounded on the door.
"I'm gonna get in sooner or later, S," Brittany teased, jiggling the doorknob.
"Please help me!" Santana sobbed into the phone.
"We are tracking your call. A police car and ambulance will be at your house in about five minutes, please just stay on the line with me -"
The door flew open.
"I don't have five minutes!" Santana screeched into the phone.
"Knives are excellent for picking locks." Brittany said, standing in the doorway of the bathroom. With a devilish smile, she launched herself at the Latina.
Catching Brittany's wrist, Santana dropped the phone to the ground. She shoved Brittany backwards, sending her crashing into the wall and onto the floor. Brittany kicked out her legs, tripping Santana and pinning her to the floor. Santana kneed Brittany in the stomach, rolling away as the knife stabbed into the ground where her head just was. She rolled until she was straddling the blonde.
"You'll never win," Brittany laughed, "They'll never get here in time. All they'll find is a dead Santana and an innocent, dumb little blonde, crying her heart out because she couldn't save her friend from the 'Gleeful Murderer'."
She reached up and grabbed a fistful of Santana's hair, pulling her up and throwing her into the hallway, pinning her against the wall. Santana slapped Brittany with all her might and bolted down the hallway.
Brittany chased after her, tackling her and sending them both tumbling onto the stairs.
Santana kicked and scratched and clawed, her mind blank, until she felt two hands pulling her away.
Looking up, she saw Brittany being handcuffed by two police officers as she screamed and snarled. "Let me go!" She shrieked, "I didn't do anything wrong! Her! It was her!"
Santana watched as Brittany was dragged into a police car. She sank onto the front door step, an officer hovering over her worriedly.
Taking one last look at the hate-filled expression on her 'best friend's' face, she buried her head in her hands and began to sob.