A/N: I do not own Glee. I am sad now... ALSO! For those of you who are squeamish, don't bother reading the last part. It's gross. My beta wrote it. I was too grossed out...
Here's what you missed last chapter: A nurse found Blaine tied to Marrissa's bed when she came to get Marrissa for breakfast. P.S: Karofsky stabbed Blaine in the tummy before he kidnapped Marrissa. Then a very handsome doctor (but not as cute as Blaine) came in and told Blaine he needed surgery and stitches. Then Blaine went to the abandoned sugar mill, pounded on the door, and wound up in a very dark, very old dark room. Now he's happy.
He glanced around with eyes like a hawk, seeing in only the light leaking through the open window. He saw that the room had a small closet in a small indented part of the mostly rectangular room. The floor was stained with dried blood. In the middle of his terrain surveillance, his ears were assaulted with a scream that made his blood run cold in his veins.
Marrissa.
He heard a laugh through the scream, a deeper laugh, gravelly. Karofsky was laughing at his sister's pain. He could only imagine what he could have done with almost 24 hours alone with his baby sister and his extensive knowledge with a knife. Everyone knew that he had problems. But no one had the power to check him into the psychiatric hospital. So he made the bravest and stupidest decision he ever made in his life. He ran into the room shielding his sister from help. Luckily, Karofsky had his back to the door, and Marrissa's head was turned away from him. He gasped at the bag of skin, bones, and still-bleeding injuries, at the size of the pool of blood his sister was seeping in. He used what Marrissa called his "ninja feet" to sneak up behind Karofsky, jump onto his back, and scream repeatedly into his ear, "What did you do to her? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?" Marrissa gathered enough strength to turn her head towards him and pull a gentle smile onto her face. But that smile turned to horror as he pulled him from his back, and threw him into the corner, ripping open his stitches, pooling fresh blood onto his shirt.
"Look at this," he cooed. "Both Andersons bleeding to death. Both Andersons come to die." He turned to Marrissa, "Must be nice to have a brother who cares enough to die for you. Now you will watch him die, and then I'll kill you myself," he laughed, grabbing the same knife he had been stabbing the crying teen in the center if the room with, moving towards Blaine. What he forgot was, there was a loose floorboard, now covered in blood. He laughed maniacally, moving slowly towards Blaine. He tripped on this board and fell forward. Onto his knife. The sharp steel blade penetrated all skin, muscle, and organs. It was buried up to its hilt, his blood mixing with Marrissa's. Blaine pulled himself over to Marrissa. "We won," he whispered.
He saw a pair of shiny leather boots walking towards him. And that's when he blacked out.