What's up fuckers! (always good to make a Grace Helbig entrance...) so here I am with another chapter for you guys! I really hope you like it, forgive me for the shortness and like always review! Italics are for flashbacks, and ummm... whatever just read!
Santana stood there, leather clad, watching from the top of the warehouse beside which Brittany was being dragged to somewhere, probably inside of it, Santana got down without making any noise and followed the man and the blonde in despair. Brittany saw her from her position and the leather clad woman put a finger to her lips, telling her not to alert the man.
'Uh where am I?' Santana thought not opening her eyes but feeling her surroundings, it was a room, smelled familiar, she was on a bed, still leather clad but she didn't feel her mask on.
The Latina finally opened her eyes and looked around, she was in her room, no sign of Brittany around, and then the memories came back.
Santana got from her bag a little plastic bag, then reached to the back of her neck, grabbing a few razorblades and putting them inside the bag, then closing it and tossing it to the blonde when the man stopped dragging her to open the door, Brittany caught and put the bag inside her jacket nodding her head slightly to let veiled know she had them.
The man opened the door and dragged the blonde inside; Santana held the door with her foot and entered behind them, hiding in the shadows.
"Good, you have the bait, now we wait until the pray comes" said another man, the boss probably.
The shorter guy kept dragging the blonde until he reached a beam and tied the blonde to it with a rope.
Santana stood there waiting for the perfect moment to come out of the darkness, when another man approached her safe zone she threw a razor blade to him, hitting square on the neck, killing him instantly and without sound. She then came out of the shadows and confronted the tall, big man in the middle of the room.
"Veiled fairy, we meet again" the man cackled.
"Who are you and what do you want?" the Latina asked.
"Well it is very simple, you don't try to stop me and I set free the blondie" the man answered.
"I'm afraid I can't let that happen" she said getting a razor from the back of her neck and throwing it at the other man in the room, the one that had dragged Brittany, killing him.
"I certainly didn't need them to kill you and your blonde friend" the man said pulling out of nowhere a gun and shooting the woman right in the stomach, then pulling out two large knives and throwing them at her head, breaking her mask and letting her face show, she had doubled over for the shot so Brittany couldn't see her face.
The blonde cut her rope with one of the razor blades veiled had given her.
The man got closer to Santana and pushed her with his foot to the ground, facing up.
Brittany in a fast movement threw a couple of blades to the back of the man, with so much force that they went thru him like butter and embedded themselves in a box nearby.
Then the blonde got closer to the woman on the floor and gasped when she saw who it was.
"San" the tall woman whispered.
Santana was by now unconscious, a bullet to the gut did that to anyone.
The brunette got up of the bed, the bullet wound still hurt a little and she looked down, her leather had been cut around it, making a square the size of the palm of her hand 'Claudia is not gonna be happy…' she thought, she got to the door and exited the room coming face to face with the blonde.
"Hello Santana, or should I say Veiled Fairy?" greeted Brittany with sarcasm.
"Brittany… I… look I swear I was gonna tell you, but you said what you said about Veiled and I didn't think anything good would come out of it so I didn't and then it came to Claudia's big mouth and I thought I had to tell you, but you didn't push me to do so and I didn't and now you know, but not because I told you, you got to know because some dude abducted you and the hero in me had to save you…" Santana said.
"And I'm kind of thankful for that, however right now I care more about how you are feeling than any explanation you have to give me" Brittany spoke back.
Santana scrunched her eyebrows "I'm fine, I heal fast" she hadn't really put a lot of thought on her gunshot wound.
"You still fainted or something, I carried you outside and called a taxi with one of the men's phone then Will helped me a bit with the door and the elevator, don't worry no one saw your face" the blonde explained.
"Well I'm fine okay? Look, there's probably no wound anymore" Santana asserted picking on one side of the big band aid covering the gun shot and taking it off completely, showing a pink rounded scar.
Brittany looked at it and opened her mouth, it's not every day you see a gunshot wound heal in a couple of hours.
"And by tomorrow the scar will be gone… I have no scars in my body, like at all, all of them end up going away… except this one" the brunette pointed to a little cut on her left thumb.
"What caused it for it to not go away?" Brittany asked.
"Remember that time you came and I was in the kitchen cooking with my earphones on and I cut myself?" Santana said.
"Santana?" Brittany entered the apartment as the other woman had requested "you said to just come in because maybe you wouldn't hear me"
The blonde went in and found the brunette dancing goofily in the kitchen, singing lowly.
She got closer in the wrong moment, startling the singer and taking her attention off the task she had at hand, making her cut herself on the thumb.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed taking it to her mouth.
"Oh my god, Santana! Are you okay?" brittany asked worried.
"Yeah, yeah, it's just a scratch" Santana answered taking her earphones off and going to her room.
She came back a few minutes later with a band aid covering her finger and a slightly annoyed look on her face.
"I'm really sorry, but you weren't listening and I didn't know how to approach, and now you've hurt yourself because of me" the blonde excused herself.
"It's nothing, don't worry okay? Now, do you want something to drink? Water? Coffee?" Santana offered.
"So that's my fault?" Santana nodded silently "but why didn't it go away like the rest?"
"I have absolutely no idea, it's not like I have anyone to ask about this things or anything… so I have to figure them out myself" Santana lied, she actually knew why it hadn't gone away but didn't want to scare the blonde out more than what she already did that day so she decided to leave it for another day and just keep on explaining some little things about herself, the masked self, to the girl.