A New Threat

Santana and Quinn had managed to prop themselves up against the totalled van, leaning on it as they fought for the strength to do something, anything that might get them out of this mess. But they were so beaten down at this point, Santana's stomach was throbbing constantly and Quinn's left hand didn't even feel attached any more. They kept waiting for another car to drive by, someone who would help them and save them, for good this time. 'Quinn,' Santana turned her head sideways, looking at the blonde who had her eyes closed and was leaning her head against the van. 'Q?'

'I'm awake. Just resting my eyes.' She smiled, leaning to face the brunette. 'I'm so tired, but I'm afraid, to go to sleep.'

'Yeah,' Santana said, looking back down at the floor, 'me too. I think that if I do, I'll never wake up.' The blonde gave her a small smile, and reached over with her good hand, gently setting it on Santana's leg.

'So, what are the odds of us just getting up and walking away now?' Santana smiled, trying to act strong.

'I think about zero,' she replied honestly. 'I don't really think you're in any condition to be walking around, and I cant even attempt to carry you.' She joked, but the brunette was looking at her deadly serious. 'What S?'

'Remember the very first idea I had about how we could get away?'

'No, Santana.'

'Why not? I can distract him and you can get away, try for help.'

'Because, remember what Rachel said to you right after you pitched that insane idea?' She squeezed her leg comfortingly, and Santana shook her head.

'No, I don't remember.'

'She said we were all in this together, we will protect each other. So no, I'm going to say it for the last time, I'm not going anywhere without you.'

'But we don't even know who this friend of his is. He might be worse than Doug.' She sighed, 'and besides, he's all alone. Now might be our best chance to take him out.'

'San, I only have one arm, and you can hardly move. I don't think we have the power to do anything any more.' She closed her eyes again, pretending to be somewhere safe. Santana knew she was right, she knew they were pretty much screwed. And then they heard the car pull up.

'Shit,' Santana said, as Quinn's eyes shot open and they stared at each other. They heard the car stop right behind the van they were leaning against, and then they heard the door swing open. The door was slammed shut, and they heard footsteps. Whoever had gotten out of the car was walking round to them. And then they heard him talk.

'Where are they?' He grumbled, his voice sounding more threatening than Doug's, which was terrifying.

'Round there.' That was Doug, and even he sounded scared. Who the fuck was this guy. They saw him rounding the van, closer to Santana who was shrinking back into Quinn as much as she could. The man they saw in front of them was huge. Taller than Doug which must have made him at least six foot seven, hell he was taller than Frankenteen, which they didn't think was possible. His dark clothes only enhanced how scary he looked, muscled arms easily visible through his short sleeved top, and tattoos covering most of him that they could see. He and Doug were standing over them, looking down at them like they were a product, something to be used until it wore out and then disposed of.

'And this is the one he's talking about?' He pointed at Santana, who was gripping Quinn's good arm tightly. Doug nodded, as the stranger bent down to have a closer look. Who was he talking about? Who is 'he'? It means there was a reason behind all of this, a reason for Doug to have been following her.

'What the fuck did you do to them? They look like their dead already.' He reached out his arm to towards Santana. She flinched back, slamming herself into the van.

'Get the fuck away from me.' Her voice trembled, breathing heavily.

'See, I would, really. But my man Doug here fucked up,' He stood up again, giving Doug a sarcastic pat on the shoulder. 'He let you get away, he made this giant shit in the middle of the fucking high way, so now I'm here to clean up his mess.'

'Please just let us go.' Quinn cried, tears falling into her lap as Santana held her hand.

'It's too late for that.' He looked down, almost sad, but then the anger shot through his eyes again. He reached down suddenly and without realising it, Santana was airborne.

'Santana!' Quinn shouted, but as she tried to stand Doug easily pushed her back down. The man had grabbed Santana by the shoulders and was keeping her standing, facing him.

'Do you know, what a pain in my ass you are? Huh?' He shouted, shaking her, and she honestly had no idea what he was talking about.

'I don't know what the fuck, you are talking about. Please just stop!' She cried, and then he let her fall to the floor. He watched her, weeping into the concrete, breathing heavily. And then he turned to Doug; 'Get the blonde, we're going now.'

'What about all this…' Doug motioned to the wreckages, and all the debris scattered on the road.

'Leave it alone, we haven't got time.'

'What about the police?' Doug sounded extremely shaky, as he bent down to haul Quinn to her feet. He was being surprisingly gentle now, and Quinn wondered how bad this new guy must be to have Doug so rattled.

'Screw the police. And anyway, but the time they find any of this, we'll be long gone.' And that was the last thing he said, before basically dragging Santana to his car, slamming the tinted windowed door in her face.