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Author's Note: Okay so I can pretty much say this will be longer than 6 chapters now. I am currently on chapter 6 now and I'm about a fourth of a way through it...still haven't found a way to wrap it up. So it may be up to a possible of 8 to maybe even 10 chapters. Oh this isn't beta'd so all mistakes are mine...and well the ff dot net keeps deleting random words. One more thing... Faberry will offically be making an appearance in chapter 6. So yay..now y'all know for sure. Like I said still working on that. Here we go...I'm do yabbering for now.
Dusk til Dawn Chapter 3
Elsewhere...
"Come on guys we need to find the others." Came the always hopeful voice of William Shuester.
"That is a great idea and everything Mr Shue, but how do we do it without getting eaten?" is the response from the tall quarterback Finn Hudson.
"I'm not about to run through a hallway of people that look all kinds of crazy." Huffs the soulful diva, Mercedes Jones.
"We could do what they do in football, use me as a battering ram." Artie Abrams suggest wiggling his chair back and forth suggestively.
"Dude, what if you get bitten?" Comes from the usually quiet Mike Chang, half of the Asian fusion.
"Yeah, Artie, it's way to risky." Tina Cohen-Chang voices her agreement as the other half of the Asian fusion.
"Guys we are a family we don't leave behind members to get hurt." Mr Shue, once again the voice of reason in the group.
"Oh, hell to the no." Mercedes exclaims shaking her head and moving back into the classroom. "Mr Figgins is totally making a sandwich out of Karofsky with Azimo!"
"Oh, damn." Arite calls out softly.
"Oh...no...this isn't good." Emma Pillsbury, resident O.C.D. queen, murmurs seeing the splatter of blood on her outer office window.
"That is fucking awesome!" Comes from the large frame of Lauren Zizes.
"Whoa," Sam Evans calls from the inner office of the counselor, their meeting being cut short.
"That is extremely unhygienic." Emma murmurs mousey, her hands automatically reaching for her face mask, sterile nytril gloves and cleaning supplies hidden in the top drawer of her desk.
A loud moaning is heard by the group, a hand hits the glass leaving a blood print it disappears. Suddenly the hand hits again, harder this time, smashing through the glass. The mangled face of David Karofsky can be seen now. He continues to pound on the door, trying to break through it.
"He's eying me like I'm a prized can of Spam." Lauren's voice sounds awed.
"Lauren, I think he is sick or something. We need to knock him out. Maybe he has rabies or...like a really bad case of mono?" Sam trails off his large lips pushing together in a thoughtful expression.
"While it is entirely possible that he is infected with rabies or some other horrible germ spreading disease, it is more likely that he has simply lost his mind and decided to go on some sort of deranged teenage killing spree." The muffled voice of Ms Pillsbury informs, her face mask now on as well as her gloves. She reaches back down into her desk, pulling a small black tazer. "I'll incapacitate him and then we will go to Principal Figgins with the misbehavior." She steps forward bypassing Sam and Lauren. Pressing the button on the weapon watching the blue charge shoot between the two prongs before pressing it to the arm of the football player. He emitted a loud screech before his pale body slumped to the floor.
"Nice Ms P." The female wrestler says.
That's it for this chapter. I had to break it here because of the way it is written. The next chapter should be longer and involve a lot more information and etc...etc.. Love it? Hate it? Let me know!