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All six team members surrounded Jeff and David, their guns pointing at them.

Rocky stepped forward and lowered his gun. "Hmm, I already know you, David, but I don't seem to recognize you, blondie," Rocky briefly pointed his gun at Jeff and then let it fall back to his side. "Who on Earth might you be?"

"R-Rocky, you already know me," Jeff stammered and tried to smile. "It' J-Jeff."

Rocky tilted his head, his face scrunched up. Then recognition broke his face into a smile. "Ohh! I remember you! You're that dumb kid who lived across the hall! Fuck, you used to wail along to that stupid mix CD for that stupid glee club thing. When I lived with Marcus, we would both try so hard not to go over to your room and tear your throat out. Ah-ha, too bad he's not around anymore to laugh with me. Shame."

"W-what did you do to him?" David asked.

"Put him and his pathetic little boyfriend in their places."

"H-Holy shit." Jeff whimpered and backed up a step.

"So what brings you out of the safety of these lovely buildings here?" Rocky asked, waving his gun around, barrel pointing towards the sky.

"The will… to be a hero, my dear Rocky, see…" Jeff said casually, taking a brave step forward, even though his erratic heartbeat was in danger of stopping. David looked back and forth nervously between Jeff and Rocky.

"Every living soul in these buildings is wondering 'Why is he doing this? What did we ever do to him?'" Jeff took another small step forward.

Steel, Cory, Shaun, and Troy stole glances at Rafael, waiting for cue to pull their triggers. Rafael stood still, gun still trained on David and Jeff.

Rocky let his gun fall to his side.

"You killed my best friend right in front of me, Rocky. I didn't want to just sit there and wait for nothing but air to catch you killing all these people whom you've used to study with. These people use to be your friends!"

"None of these bastards were my friends!"

"So you don't know them. Great. So why? Why are you terrorizing them? They did nothing to you."

"You don't know what we're exactly doing, do you?"

"Am I too stupid to realize that you're killing innocent people?"

Rocky, Rafael, Cory, Troy, Steel, and Shaun all laughed.

"No, we're not killing no innocent fuckin' people, dumbass. We're killing queers." Rocky said.

"Exactly my point. Why are you killing innocent people?"

The smiles from the guys' faces dropped.

"Oh, you're being a smartass now?" Troy said.

"No, just trying to reason with you guys and your motives." Jeff replied.

"Okay, I think you should shut your mouth now." Shaun said.

Jeff's eyes flickered behind the team and then to Shaun. "It's been four hours, you guys. You're done—"

"We're not done!" Rocky yelled. "We're not leaving until this place is cleaned out of your precious gays. They can't be protected by the policies. Nothing can protect them! That's how it's meant to be! People like them shouldn't be alive—"

"WATCH OUT!" Dom yelled in the team's ears.

Suddenly, one by one, each of the guys surrounding Jeff and David let out a painful grunt as their hands and legs were being attacked by a shower of bullets. Andy was crouched behind a wall, shooting the guns out of the team's hand. They all fell forward as David and Jeff both picked up 2 of their smaller handheld guns and threw them to Andy, Nick, Kurt, and Blaine, who emerged from behind the wall. Jeff and David sprinted into Brennan hall, disappearing through the front double doors.

Rafael growled and shoved himself off the ground. Everyone else received the worst. Rafael was the less injured one.

Kurt, Blaine, Nick, and Andy ran as soon as Rafael started getting up.

"Shoot him, Andy, shoot him!" Kurt screamed.

"I can't, I can't! I'm out of bullets—"

There was a crack of a gun, and Andy fell forward onto the ground. Another crack, and Kurt went down.

Nick turned around and started shooting at Rafael with the gun Jeff threw to him, but he kept missing.

Blaine started muttering profanities as he half carried Kurt into a nearby building.

"God-fucking-dammit, Kurt, why did you have to come out here with us? You almost fucking died! I can't believe you—if that jerk off had better aim, that bullet would have gone straight into your heart!"

"Blaine, I don't think that basically telling Kurt that he's stupid won't help stop the bleeding," Andy said, limping into the building with Nick supporting him. "Oh, and by the way, thanks for leaving me out there in the open."

"Kurt knows I love him," Blaine grunted, propping Kurt up against a wall. "And you're welcome."

Nick shut the door and locked it from the inside.

Blaine ripped off his tie and started tying it around Kurt's gun shot wound on his calf.

"Wait, wait, no tourniquet, please. I don't want to lose a leg. How am I supposed to dance on Broadway?" Kurt said.

"Fake leg." Blaine replied.

Something huge and heavy slammed into the doors on the outside.

"YOU FAGGOTS, OPEN UP!" Rafael yelled.

Nick pointed his gun at the door.

As Rafael shouted obscenities at the boys from the outside, distant siren wailings created a collective silence over the Dalton Academy campus.

Jeff and David called for help.

Rafael stopped backing and hollering at the door.

Nick stepped back from the doors slowly. All four boys were statue still in relief and fear. In the midst of help, they were still in danger. They had no idea were Rafael went. They would think that he would have run away, but also, no shooter leaves until they finish the job.

A door slammed open at the end of the hall. Nick had locked the door they were at, but didn't think about all the other exit doors. They were unlocked.

"MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!" Andy yelled as he got up from the floor.

A dark silhouette was limping quickly towards them from the south exit. Blaine and Nick supported Kurt and Andy and created distance between themselves and Rafael's limping form.

Earsplitting gun shot cracks sounded right behind them. Nick felt the whizz of one of them near his side.

The hall led up to a 2 way split: right and left hallways.

"Split up! Kurt, Blaine—go right, we'll go left." Andy instructed. The pairs separated their own ways and sped up their pace.

Rafael pursued Kurt and Blaine. They were targets. The job had to be done.

"Blaine! He's following us!" Kurt squeaked.

"Just keep moving!"

Then the hall ended in an exit.

"C'mon, c'mon," Blaine muttered.

They reached the door and pushed. The door didn't budge.

"Oh, shit!" Blaine said.

"'Oh, shit' is right, butt-fuckers," Rafael panted from the end of the hallway. He pointed his gun at them. It was a clean shot. "You sorry bastards better shed some layers because Hell's gonna be hot." He pulled the trigger of his gun.

The last gunshot was the loudest of them all.

Next up: the Epilogue.