after a really long time, chapter 2...
"Santana, Santana wake up," Santana felt the bile rise to her throat as the damp cloth on her forehead trickled water into her eyes. She sat up quickly, "What going on? Where am I? Whats goin-oh, right." Now she remembered;
"Santana, this is Jessie StJames, he's the newest member of the New Directions and we're going t-the rest of his sentance was lost to her as she looked into the eyes of the man haunting her nightmares. That was when she fainted.
"Hello there," A voice behind her said, "Ohmygod! Jesse!" she shreiked, crawling backwards on her hands, "You-you-you-you-you asshat!" She bumped against the wall and looked up. She was meet by his cruel smirk and eyes that told of much horror and pain.Where is everyone? she thought as a hand came down over her nose, blocking out all sensation. She felt hot, then cold, then the dark was closing around her.
...(one week later)
Brittany was in math class. Her only worry was not being sure if Cabeza was head, or eyes; but when Mrs Pillbury walked into the class, her brown eyes wide with fear, she was worried. "Brittany, Finn, Puck, please come with me, you three seem very close to Santana and I need you to answer some questions for me,"
All three got up and silently followed the woman out. "Miss P, whats goin' on?" Finn asked, hurrying his pace the match the frantic one of his counselor, "Santana has been missing since the begining of the week and we can't get in touch with her parents,"
"Coach Sylvester probably called an emergancy Cheerios meeting," Brittany said, pulling out her phone to check a text, Hey B, u miss Satan yet? the message read.
...
She was running again. So fast, but she couldn't get away. No matter how fast she went. And he was there. Staring. Boring his eyes into her. Soulless eyes that threatened her. Its a skate park! she thought, surprised. It was the dead of night and boys in hoodies zoomed up and down the ramps around her. Around him. Suddenly all the sk8tr boi's hoods fell of and she saw the eaten away flesh, the hollow skulls and the jerks in the flawless executions of their movements. Moving to consume her, the fell into a dance routine, a twitchy, spasm filled dance with all these weird moans and whimpers.
"NOOOO!" She knocked her face against a wall. She was bound and gagged, trussed up like a pig. And the worst part was, she didn't know were she was.
...
Jesse sat in the office of Pr. Figgins. "I don't know what you're talking about," He smiled
"Well, you were the last person to see Santana Lopez, I had to make sure,"
"Of course you did. It makes total sense, guilty untill prooven innocent, as the greeks say."
"Ah, well, if you think of anything, come tell me." With a polite nod, Jesse took his leave. It had taken all of his self-restraint to refrain from jumping over the desk and snapping Pr. Figgins neck. It would have been so easy, but not now, another time perhaps. But to take his life now would not be prudent.
okay, so many of you have added this to their alerts, but (and I hate to beg) no comments? Not that I mind, I must have gotten at least twelve alerts:)
Hopefully the next chap will be up sooner than this one.