BACK! Before I begin, I would just like to express how truly shocked and disturbed I am by the gun shooting at Eaton Centre in Toronto yesterday. A man was confirmed dead yesterday and it just burns my heart to hear this because I always go to that mall on weekends and just knowing that it could have been me is truly mortifying. Canada isn't used to these kind of events, so it is a big surprise and shock to hear this. My blessings and prayers go out to those who are still in critical condition. God bless Canada in this time of need and every other day.

Chapter Thirteen:

Trapped

He wakes up to complete darkness. His eyes are wide open, but black streams of colour blur his vision from seeing anything.

"Bring him in here."

Two iron hands grip his arms as they drag him across the ground. He lets his feet slither on the floor, too weak to even try walking. It's useless anyways, they're going to kill him; he knows it.

He feels himself being brought down stairs, his feet hitting the hard concrete of steps on the way. He holds in a hiss when it scrapes against a bruise in his foot, and he wonders if they abused him when he was unconscious, because he doesn't remember having that. "We'll be back for you Finny," a voice slithers, Rick's, he thinks, and the next thing he knows he's being pushed to the wet floor, the side of his head hitting the concrete. Footsteps could be heard retreating upstairs, and a door slams closed, followed by the click of several locks. He's trapped.

Finn groans at the pain creeping up on him, moving his arms to feel his body, trying to find any new cuts. He freezes momentarily when he feels the hem of a woolen bag, pulling it off of his head and throwing it aside. His vision blurs for a couple of seconds before it adjusts to the dim light, revealing a basement, with drawers and boxes, and a wet floor. It's dark and cold, and he hates how this is going to be the last thing he see's before dyeing.

Well, aside from his dreams.

It's the last thing he wants to do, but Finn forces himself to stand up, wobbling a little in his step. He stumbles around, reaching out to random pieces of furniture for support. His feet shuffle forward on it's own accord, betraying the energy of his brain. Water drips slowly from above him, probably a drain or something in damn house.

It's a small room, that's all he figures out while he's searching around in it. There's statues, and wood, and a body -

Wait.

He would notice that wave of brown hair anywhere.

"Rachel," he breathes, and please let this be a dream, please don't let this be happening. He squints his eyes to see if he was just imaging things, that he misses her so much that he thinks she's here. But then he notices the slight curve of her hip as she lies on the floor, facing away from him.

Tiredness forgotten, he suddenly finds himself running over to her limp body. He crouches on his knees beside her, leaning over her figure to see her face hidden in her arms. God, no, please don't be dead, please don't be gone.

He reaches out to cradle her covered face, attempting to turn it towards him. He freezes when he feel his fingers touch a sticky substance.

No, no, no, oh God no, no, this isn't happening . . . Finn rounds her face to his, and her eyes are closed and she looks peaceful but there's blood smeared on her forehead and blood dripping from her nose, and NO.

"Rachel," he cries, but theres no tears, not yet. "Rachel, baby, please, please wake up." He shakes her shoulders slightly, cautious of her injury. She doesn't even stir. His hands tighten on her face like he's trying to hold on to her, because she can't really be gone -

Her eyes flutter open, her brown depths usually full of life now replaced with panic and pain as she looks up at him. Finn lets out a cry of relief, and Rachel reaches forward, her emotionless face crumpling to despair when she touches his skin.

"Finn," she bawls, and he doesn't even give her a chance to speak before he pulls her into his lap. His arms wound tightly around her waist, and it feels like he's reentering his body when he feels her tiny figure pressed up against his. He presses urgent and desperate kisses to any space he can reach, her hair, her cheek, her collarbone . . .

"You can't be here," she sobs, gripping him tightly. "You're not supposed to be here."

Finn pulls back at her words, staring at her pain-stricken face. Tears shed uncontrollably down her cheeks and he struggles to catch them all with the pad of his thumb. "These past few days, all they have done is talk about how they're going to torture you a-and they hurt me because - because - "

"Rachel, what did they - "

"But you shouldn't be here Finn, I can't watch you die, I just can't." The tears form a puddle below them, and he kisses at the crease in her forehead. He has to be strong, not just for her, but for him, because he doesn't want to die a man scared of his own past.

Rachel's eyes widen in alarm when the door to the basement slams open, letting out a wrecked sob of fear. He turns towards her, cupping her cheeks tightly between his hands and pulling his face down towards his. He leans his forehead against hers as he hears the echo of footsteps padding against the stairs.

"Just hold on to me, okay? Hold on to me until you can't any longer," Finn hisses under his breath. Rachel nods deliberately against him, running her hands along the skin of his jaw. She winces when they reach the end of the stairs, and Finn calms her down by pulling her closer towards him. Their eyes lock together.

"I love you."

He doesn't mean to say it, or maybe he does, but it doesn't matter, because they're about to die, and she deserves to know. Her eyes soften like she already knew, and she nods, pressing a short kiss to his lips. The men round the corner just as she whispers the words back, "I love you."

"Sorry to break the moment darlings, but we got some killing to do."

Rachel clutches onto him tightly at the sound of Jesse's voice, and Rachel soon feels arms wrap around her waist that aren't Finns. "No," she whimpers when Finn's hands leave her face. He struggles to hold her as Jesse begins to pull him away. Tears stream violently down her cheeks as they gaze at each other, and she's suddenly lifted into the air, Rick holding her tightly by the waist.

"No!" she screams, thrashing against him. Her legs kick wildly in the air, and he instantly notices the multiple bruises covering her figure. He gulps harshly as she begins to sob, this is all his damn fucking fault. "It's okay baby," he croaks, "it's going to be okay."

Jesse laughs as he holds Finn tightly, and it sends shivers of disgust down his back. "Yeah baby, it's going to be okay," he mocks, and he sees Karofsky and Azimio laugh behind Rachel's squirming body. Rick sets her down on the cold concrete, wrapping one arm around her middle and as Azimio hands him a knife, he presses it against the skin of her throat.

Finn moves on auto-pilot, struggling to break free from Jesse's iron grip. He slams the back of his knife against Finn's head, and he stops his attempts completely. Rachel's eyes meet his, and he looks into her, the only thing he wants to see before he dies.

"We've got lots to catch up on don't we?" Karofsky hisses, smirking at Azimio's smug expression, "how long has it been, Finn, almost a year?"

Finn tries to block out their voices, focusing all his attention on the brunette across from the room. Tears are silently running down her cheeks, and she's holding onto Rick's arm against her neck. He tries to memorize as much as he can, those lips he's kissed, her hair he'd run his fingers through . . .

"In case you were wondering where Sean is, he's still stuck in jail thanks to that little stunt you pulled at the head quarters. We didn't really appreciate that much did we Rick?"

Rick shakes his head. "So we tracked you Finn, you're stupid to think that we wouldn't find you. Every place you went, every relationship you had, we knew about it. And thanks to your reckless decisions, we found you in Ohio, in love with little miss Rachel Berry, who we snatched up the night you left." He grips Rachel's chin and pulls her face to his. "We've been playing house ever since," he whispers, and Rachel closes her eyes, her mouth trembling in a horrified state.

Finn's muscles twitch as he stares at the sight in front of him, his eyes focusing on the knife placed against Rachel's neck. He breathes heavily, watching for any signs of blood or bruising along the base of her throat. His attention is shifted when he notices the back of a gun slipping out of Rick's front pocket.

Right beside Rachel.

He stares back at her, their eyes clicking before he nods slightly towards the gun. She follows his gaze, and he can almost see the small intake of breath she takes when she notices the gun slipping away. Their eyes connect again as if she knows exactly what he's thinking, and before he knows it, her fingers are silently crawling along Rick's arm, closer towards the gun.

"Everyone in this room knows were going to kill you, but what's a horror story without killing the beloved girlfriend."

Rachel bites down hard on Rick's hand, making him release a yelp of pain as he drops the blade from his grasp. She acts quickly, reaching forward to grab the handle of the gun in her hands. Finn twists his body, sending his knee to Jesse's groin and using his pain in advantage to get free from his embrace. Rachel slides the gun across the floor before Azimio and Karofsky can grab it, and Finn dives for it as it comes forward, catching it in his hands.

"Duck!" he yells at Rachel. She cradles her hands above her head and presses her body against the ground. Bullets fire as Finn clicks on the trigger, and aims it at the three men standing before him. Azimio and Karofsky tumble down, blood squirting on Rachel's body as the bullets enter their skin.

Rick deliberately dodges them all as he bends down to gather Rachel's bloodied figure in his arms. Finn automatically stops shooting as Rick hangs Rachel in front of him, instantly getting up from the reddening concrete. His arms lock around Rick's neck, dropping the gun in the process, as he tries to tear him away from Rachel's struggling frame.

Finn looses his grip as he feels himself being pulled to the ground by another pair of arms. The back of his head slams harshly against the concrete, his arms being pinned down by elbows. He gains focus of his vision, staring into the cold eyes of Jesse, his smirk playing on his lips. "Really didn't think you would be able to save yourself, did you?" he slithers.

Rachel's scream echoes throughout the room, and Finn fights against Jesse's hold, his body squirming under his. "Rachel!" he yells. A gunshot rings, and then nothing else, nothing but silence, nothing but Finn's heart racing a mile a minute . . .

If she's really gone, then just kill me now.

Jesse's laughter pulls him back to reality. "Looks like your sweetheart's gone. Totally sucks, she was the only one - "

He stops short, his mouth open though no words are coming out. His eyes bore heavily into Finn's, and he shrinks back as Jesse's body collapses on top of his. Finn shrugs him off, his heart stopping when he notices the knife in his back. He looks up, and his heart starts again when he sees her.

"Rachel," he croaks. She nods slowly, her lips trembling, her eyes swelling, and before he knows it she's falling into his awaiting arms. He holds her tightly against him, his fingers threading through her damp hair as she clings onto him. His eyes search their surroundings as she sobs roughly into him, making sure every single one of them is dead. He notices Rick's lifeless body on the floor, blood pouring through his chest by a bullet obviously caused by Rachel. Finn scans her body with his hands, apart from the wounds that she obtained over these past few days, she feels fine.

"It's okay," he whispers, trying to soothe her sobbing. He presses his lips to the skin of her forehead, bringing her closer to him. "It's all over, it's going to be okay." He looks at Jesse's body, and for once in his life, he feels like he's telling the truth when he says, "it's over."

Not my best writing, I know, but I kind of had to rush through this because I'm moving and I don't wanna wait a couple months before another update like the chapter before this one. Anyways, only one chapter left and then the epilogue, and then I either write another angst or comedy fanfic! Leave your comments in the review section, the question is:

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