They all stood there for a moment trying to process everything that had happened and most of all they tried to hold back their tears for the friends who lay lifeless within the room. They are all shocked at the fact it was Finn, this whole time, playing this little game with them all as if their lives were of little importance. Rachel felt her heart shatter into tiny pieces, she loved Finn, and now she was disgusted with herself for being capable of loving someone so vile and malicious. A stray tear fell from her face as she tried to hide her anguish. Puck could see her tears crash to the ground and he already knew the things she was feeling, how she felt as if she should have known it was Finn, as if it was her fault for everything. Her eyes met his as he gave her a look of endearment trying to tell her it would be okay, that whatever happened was not her fault.
Unlike Rachel, Quinn let her tears fall without hesitation. She was terrified and completely heartbroken, everything that happened she felt as if it was too much to bear. She reached for Puck's hand gripping it tightly as she leaned against his arm. She just wants to feel safe. She wants someone to mend the pieces of her shattered heart because there she stood in a room filled with the bodies of her friends and all she could do was stay still, motionless. It becomes unbearable to the point where she forces herself to lean into Puck's arms; he holds her stroking her hair gently trying to comfort the blonde. She had lost more than her friends she had lost someone she truly loved, Sam. She didn't even get to say goodbye to him, and she hates herself for letting the last thing she ever did to him was break his heart. She hated herself.
Brittany held Santana up as she limped next to the others, her tears had dried but left moist spots against her fragile features. She clutched to Brittany's waist as if she couldn't bear the thought of letting go again. They didn't say anything, they just looked at one another as if it was enough. Santana headed towards the door as Brittany followed, she didn't want to be there, she didn't want the image of their corpses to haunt her thoughts. "Can we just get out of here now, I don't need to stare at them to know they're not coming back" She said in a low but audible whisper as the rest of them joined her and Brittany in the empty hallway.
They all took deep breathes mostly in relief that it was all over, that they could finally leave without the fear of someone trying to kill them, or so they thought.
"Who the hell is that?" Santana shouts pointing across the hallway where a tall figure stood, his face wasn't visible due to a black mask but they could all tell this wasn't someone who was trying to help them.
"… go up the stairs… now" Puck whispers as he pushes them towards the staircase that led back up to the house. Santana and Brittany are first up the stairs struggling slightly as Santana's limp causes them to have a slow start, but they are followed by Rachel and Quinn and then finally by Puck who locks the door to the attic hoping to keep the man away from them.
"Where are we supposed to go? The phone was down there" Quinn cries out in an angry fit her fear getting the best of her.
"The road, maybe we can find some trucker and get help… it's all we can hope for right now" Rachel said trying to think of the most reasonable escape. Before they could all even agree the door began to bang loudly as if the person on the other side were desperate to come out. They all panicked watching with each second how the door continued to bang until an axe had successfully cracked through cutting a deep hole within the door which caused them all to head out the front door.
They are all running, the rain beating down on them as their clothes felt heavier, dragging them further down into a hell they thought was over. They finally reach the fence that separates them from the horror of the house behind them and the road that can lead to safety. Quinn is first to push her hands against the frame of the fence as it shakes with an unrelenting force and for a moment it seems all hope has been drained. No escape, no chance at survival, just death. The lock on the gate needed a key, a key none of them had, they all sighed in frustration knowing it was nearly impossible to leave this wretched place. Rachel is quick to find another escape despite the fear that resided within her she knew she had to stay optimistic. "Come on guys we can jump over, someone give me a boost" Within a minute Puck had lifted Rachel as her fingertips grazed the top of the brick wall that held the fence together desperate to find a safeguard.
Santana's hands shook with a dread that overcame her insides, grasping Brittany's hand as if to keep herself from falling apart. She was scared, something the Latina could hardly be accused of but now it seemed obvious the way her body trembled against the wind and her eyes were glancing back and forth from all directions. Brittany tried her best to remain calm as she stood there just holding Santana's hand with no intention of letting go. Santana had always promised to look after Brittany, little did she know that instead of slushy facials and bullying it would now be from a serial killer. Even as Santana stood there petrified with fear she guarded the blonde with her small frame knowing that this predicament was no different than any other; she would die protecting Brittany.
Rachel finally reached the top as she pulled her hand down for Quinn's hoping to bring her up to safety. Puck lifted the blonde until she reached the top finding comfort on the concrete of the wall. "Okay who's next?" He said in a low whisper as he looked towards Santana and Brittany who despite their frightened hearts looked towards one another hoping the other would go first.
Before they could even decide a loud scream left Quinn's mouth as she shrieked with fear pointing to the figure about fifteen feet away coming towards them. "We have to hurry! According to my observational analysis we have about one minute and thirty eight seconds before he comes around here… and that's only if he decides walking is the better choice, so please hurry" Rachel said in a panic as she tried to calm Quinn's shaking. She clutched Quinn's arm so tightly nail marks appeared on her light skin but the pain was nonexistent due to the terror that pumped through her veins.
Santana pushed Brittany towards Puck as she turned the other way watching the figure get closer and closer to them. "Go Brittany, hurry, you're taller, you can climb up there faster than me" She says in a whisper unable to decide whether she truly believed she could survive this or if she would inevitably fall to her death like the others. She's not so much scared for her own life but for theirs. She knows that out of all of them she deserves it the most, she is the one who didn't seem to have a good bone in her body. If anyone was going to be self sacrificing it would be her and she would go willingly because it was better to go than to know that filthy bastard would have Brittany squirming for dear life. She wouldn't allow him to have her.
Brittany refused to let go of Santana's hand until Puck had to physically drag her towards the brick wall. She was silent the whole way, her eyes unable to leave Santana's. Puck lifted her to the top where her feet dangled, Quinn and Rachel trying to pull her over the wall. Puck turned to Santana who had stood there frozen unable to comprehend anything that was going on. "Come on Lopez" Puck shouted as if there was enough time for her when they were both fully aware there wasn't. The figure now stood close enough to see the fear on their faces his mask covering everything but those eyes that pierced through their souls.
The blade crept out of his trench coat, the shimmer of it causing both of their hearts to race in a frenzy. Puck grabbed Santana's hand as they backed away into the gate. Quinn, Rachel, and Brittany were already on the other side their hands flopping through the gaps of the fence as if they could reach out and pull their friends to the safety of the other side but it proved no use. All they could do was watch as Puck and Santana either ran or fought. All three of them knew very well that Santana and Puck never backed down to anyone and this would prove no different matter.
"Listen, go to the road and look for help okay, we'll handle this" Puck's voice conveying a false sense of strength as he grasped Quinn's hand that gripped the fence bar, tears strolling down her face. Santana faced the figure unable to look back at them, she couldn't look at their faces the way they frowned almost knowing she and Puck wouldn't make it. Santana Lopez wasn't going down without a fight and she most certainly wasn't going to let this man harm her friends. "Hey Jason, that's a nice looking blade, but i''ll do you one better" She said with her usual snarky demeanor as she pulled out the small pistol from her front pocket, she had forgotten she even had the thing. She fired it straight at the figure. Two shots, one straight through the chest and the other through the neck as the figure collapsed to the ground.
Puck stood next to Santana who was still shaking but her face was stern with a seriousness he had never seen before. "Give me the gun… it's okay" She let Puck remove the gun from her shaking hand as if to remove the fear as well and handed it to Brittany through the gap of the fence. Santana took deep breaths as she walked over to the fence where Brittany pulled her into a tight hug through the bars, holding her in an embrace as if she had almost lost her, the tears scattered around her face camouflaged with the rain. "You scared me, San" She said in a muffled whisper through the Latina's jacket. "Everything is going to be okay Britt, i'll never let anything happen to you i promise… now let's open this stupid gate" The Latina said meaning every word that left her lips. Brittany grabbed the steel frame of the gun as she slammed it as hard as she could against the rusted lock repeatedly until it shattered. Within moments the lock collapsed leaving their once strained hearts in a moment of ease.
Puck walked towards the man that lay on the floor, observing him. He gave him a kick as if to reassure himself that the man was dead. "I think he's a goner, nice shot Lopez" He said with a smirk as he looked back towards the girls who seemed satisfied.
Before the smile could even leave his face he saw the look of horror that overtook Rachel's features. That's when he knew something was wrong. He didn't even have time to look back before he was knocked out by the man he had just presumed dead. Hit in the head with the back of the long blade. It left him on the floor bleeding from his head and unconscious. The man was quick as he walked towards the fence, his next target, Santana.
Santana turned around looking the figure straight in the face, her eyes challenging his as she refused to give him the satisfaction of her fear. She charged towards him fists raised not expecting to do damage but expecting to consume his time enough for Quinn, Rachel, and Brittany to escape. She punched him in the face, her bruised knuckles colliding against his jawbone as she grunts in pain at her hand. He doesn't even flinch as he steps closer to her grabbing her by the neck, the vibration of her heartbeat racing radiating into his hand. She was scared, more than that she was terrified but she wouldn't dare let him see the fear in her eyes. "Just do it you son of bitch, i'm not scared of dying, it cant be as painful than Sue's cheerio's practice" Her words contained a feistiness that could sum up the way Santana was, her stubbornness obvious and her courage showing itself the way it used to when she got into fights at school. He reached for her jacket collar as he pulled her against himself the blade entering through her ribcage and stabbing her insides. She didn't let out a cry, she didn't groan in pain or even tremble at the surprise. She stood there staring into the eyes of her killer as everything goes silent. A smirk slowly creeps onto her delicate features as the life in her eyes slowly begins to drift. The man takes a few steps back as her body slowly slides off the weapon leaving her to hold what was left of her fragile body up by herself.
Santana's hand reached over her wound almost in disbelief. She used to be bulletproof, unable to feel pain from anyone, but now things seemed real. She slowly turns around seeing Puck laying on the ground motionless and then that's when she met Brittany's gaze. Rachel and Quinn were screaming, trying to pull Brittany with them so they could run to safety but the blonde refused to go as her hands remained glued to the fence bars. The heartbreak on the blondes face was enough to know that her insides were bleeding just as her best friends were. Santana's eyes locked with Brittany's baby blues as she tried to memorize every curve and every freckle until she slowly fell to the ground gasping for the breath of life that the blade had sucked out of her. Brittany fell to the ground on her knees just as Santana did, the tears visible on her face. She reached through the fence that still separated her from the Latina, grasping her hand as if it would heal the wound but she knew it wouldn't. She needed to feel her skin, her warmth, her very last clutch of life.
The man stood there just feet away from her as he wiped the fresh blood from the blade on his trench coat. Brittany's eyes were watering as she found the courage to stand, opening the gate and walking through to the other side where Santana lay lifeless on the ground; facing the man who had just killed her best friend, her lover, her soul mate. Brittany reached for the gun as it felt like lead in her hand dragging her deeper and deeper into sorrow. "You can't have me… i belong to her" She said in a mere whisper the tears in her eyes beginning to fall as her face contained a look of desolation and grief. She held the gun up pointing it to her chest and pulled the trigger without a single thought or hesitation. Her body fell to the ground next to Santana's as she reached to hold her pinky with the lifeless Latina, whispering something before her last breath gave in, "You're mine, and i'm yours." They were the last words that left her lips before she lay lifeless next to Santana.
Quinn and Rachel were terrified as they witnessed the whole thing before their eyes. At first they stood there unable to move from disbelief and shock but once the man had made eye contact with them they bolted down the road, their sobs drying with the wind.