Extreme violence here. You have been warned. Enjoy
As you are begging to be set free
You will wish you never crossed me
For a woman scorned
Is a rage you will never know
You will be wishing instead
That you pissed off the devil below
-AC
"Fuck what's taking them so long?"
Quinn's freaking out, and if Brittany wasn't so high she'd be freaking out too. But she just knows it's going to be ok.
"Is Tana in there Q?" Santos is worried about his sister. He knows she's killed before, but it doesn't make it any easier knowing she's possibly risking her life for him again. This will be the third time she killed for him. He wishes he could help her one day instead of the other way around. Santos squeezes Brittany tighter knowing she's thinking the same things but is too high right now to register the emotions.
"Yea Ti, she is. But don't worry Sam and Puck are with her." Quinn says from the driver's seat. She's trying to hold it together for all of them, but as time goes by it gets increasingly difficult.
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BANG!
"Oops. Thank god I bought this silencer. It's cool isn't it Finn?"
Finn's left kneecap is bleeding all over the bed and he's screaming as Santana just smiles at him.
"You fuckin bitch, you're gonna pay for this! Wait til my guards get here! You're gonna die bitch!"
She just laughs and shoots him in the other knee.
"Oh Finn, you mean the ones locked in the basement? Silly me I forgot to mention that. Did you also know the Phils won last night? I hope you watched it. It might be the last one you ever see. Wasn't it a good game Puck?"
"Hell yeah Howard's a beast."
Finn keeps screaming and it's really starting to annoy Santana.
"Hey Sam can Finn here borrow one of your socks? See I learned this trick on that video you left for me. Apparently a sock is a good silencer too. Huh Finn?"
Sam then shoves the sock in his mouth muffling Finn's cries.
"You're cute when you squirm Finny. I think I missed though when I shot your knees. I think I meant to aim right in the middle. What do you think guys?"
Sam speaks first.
"Definitely in the middle. I mean he's naked and I still can't see much dick there anyway so it's like shooting a Ken doll."
Santana tilts her head to the side, sizing Finn up.
"I think you're right Sam. It's almost like he has a vagina with no opening."
She chuckles dryly before raising her gun again. While looking Finn straight in the eye, she squeezes the trigger and the bullet rips through his center and blood pours everywhere.
"Finn you're making a mess of your nice sheets. How rude? Someone worked really hard to make those."
Finn manages to spit the sock out of his mouth while he was writhing in pain.
"I'm s-sorry ok? Just please don't kill me!"
They all laugh this time and Puck and Sam take the liberty of punching him in the face a couple times.
"Did you hear that guys? He's sorry."
She then aims the gun again and shoots him in the left foot. She hands the gun off to Puck where he tucks it in the back of his pants. Santana then whips out a switch blade and presses on it to release the blade.
"See I'm pretty good with knives Finn. I don't know if you heard, but I stabbed a grown man to death when I was twelve. Haha and he wasn't even tied down."
Santana proceeds to climb on the bed and straddle Finn. She sees him getting faint so she places smelling salts under his nose.
"All awake now? I don't want you falling asleep during our little party, that's just bad manners. These are smelling salts by the way. Learned that trick from Q. Neat aren't they?"
When he doesn't answer she pounds him in the face with her fists.
"It's rude to not speak when spoken to. Where did you forget your manners? Oh that's right, when you were kidnapping a 16 year old and supervising the gang rape of my girlfriend!"
She drags the knife slowly across Finn's chest watching him anticipate the moment when she'll press down.
"P-please don't kill me."
"Oh I'm not gonna kill you. Yet. It just gets me all hot and bothered watching you beg. I should've made my own video, but you know, evidence and all."
She speaks while still gliding the knife in a figure eight pattern across his chest.
"Puck should I do regular print or cursive? I can't decide."
"Definitely cursive it's more artsy ya know?"
"Seems like we have come to a conclusion for the arts and crafts segment of tonight."
She starts carving painfully slow, letter after letter. Finn starts screaming loudly again so Sam stuffs the sock back in his mouth while him and Puck hold Finn down.
The large man tries to speak but it's muffled by the sock. Santana pops her head up and cocks it to the side.
"What's that Finn? Cat got your tongue? Speak up! I can't hear you!"
She hysterically laughs at the man struggling while she continues to carve letters in his chest.
"This must be painful, I haven't sharpened it in a while, my fault."
She finally finishes, sitting up, and admires her work. She then climbs off of Finn and stands beside him, wiping her knife clean on his thigh before returning it to her pocket.
"Hmm? Dickless Pig. I love your new chest tat Finn. Remember to give the artist credit."
She turns around and grabs two canisters of lighter fluid from the corner of the room. She hands one to Sam.
"Take care of the basement for me will ya? Gotta make sure they're not cold down there ya know? See Finn I have compassion. They're gonna heat right up."
She pops the nozzle to the lighter fluid up and begins to dowse Finn's bloody body. He's screaming and writhing harder than before. He senses that this is about to be his end and he's trying everything to get out of it. Puck and Santana just chuckle at him while trading the bottle so they can each take a turn.
"I think you missed a spot Tana. Right…there on his face."
"Good eye Puck. How careless of me? Right Finn?"
She squirts him right in the eye before continuing down his body. He's screaming through the sock so it's muffled but still kind of loud, considering the circumstances.
"Shhh Finn, I'm trying to concentrate."
She finishes and motions Puck to walk out with her. Before she leaves she takes one last look at Finn and pulls out a zippo. She lights a cigarette and smiles her most sinister smile in her arsenal.
"I told you I'd fuckin kill you and I'm a woman of my word."
With that she flicks the lit zippo across the room and onto the bed where it immediately erupts in flames. She runs down the steps with Puck in tow while squirting the last of the lighter fluid as she goes. They meet up with Sam and run out the back door and towards the waiting van.
Santana and Puck hop in the back, while Sam gets in the passenger seat. Quinn drives away immediately, but making sure not to go too fast and get pulled over.
Santana sees her brother holding her girlfriend and couldn't be more proud. And no, she feels no remorse for what just transpired in that house, or the four more bodies added to her count. Santana crosses the van and wedges herself between her brother and girlfriend. They both lean their heads on her should and squeeze her tight. Santana squeezes back, so happy to be Finn free.
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"An apparent arson has transpired on Washington Street in Chestnut Hill. First responders arrived at the scene at about mid night but the house was already too far gone. Four bodies have been found in the wreckage, but are unfortunately burnt beyond recognition. Officials say dental records will not be helpful in this case. That the high temperatures of the fire have ruled out any hope in identifying the deceased. In other news…"
The TV plays in the background while all of them take off their clothes and throw them in the fire place at Santana's home. There's a knock on the door and everyone freezes except Santana. She walks over in her bra and panties and opens the door. Ty walks in and smiles when he sees Brittany.
"All done mamacita?"
"Of course Ty. Would you expect any less from me? Here's the keys to the van. You're gonna want to get that to the chop shop immediately. I kinda made a mess."
"Haha you are too much Lopez. I'm glad yall are safe though."
"Thanks again Ty. Anything you need you come to me ok? Anything."
She turns around to see a collection of dropped jaws staring back at her.
"What do I have blood on my face or something?" She looks down checking her body. Puck speaks first.
"I have never had more respect for you than right now. That was so badass. I didn't even know where you got that van."
Brittany whispers. "So hot."
"Plus you just answered the door in your underwear like it was a daily occurrence. It seems like nothing that just happened is fazing you, and I don't know if that's good or bad yet." Quinn states.
"You didn't see her inside. I think that was the most psychotic, yet awe inspiring thing I've ever seen." Sam muses.
Santos finally ends this little conversation.
"Alright guys shut the fuck up. She don't need to hear that shit right now just let her chill. Tana is my room still upstairs?"
She finally finds her voice and coughs awkwardly. Silently boasting at how much her and her brother are alike.
"Of course baby bro. I even dusted and vacuumed for ya. You might wanna take a shower first. And there's something on your bed for you."
Santana hugs her brother and watches him climb the stairs in awe. She can't believe he's back home. It's amazing. She then remembers the other reason why she just did what she did. Brittany catches Santana's eye and smiles. She runs over and into the latina's arms. Santana peaks behind her shoulder to address Quinn, Puck, and Sam.
"There's a third shower in the hall upstairs, you guys argue amongst yourselves who's going first. Me and B will take the one in my room."
Brittany wraps her legs around her girlfriend and lets her carry her up the steps and into the shower. This time they both lovingly undress each other. Though, there's not much to take off seeing as they burned their clothes as soon as entering the house. Santana revels in every inch of her girlfriend, glad to have her home safe. Brittany stares at Santana in awe, scrubbing the remaining stains of blood from her skin. She can't believe someone loves her enough to go through what her girlfriend just did. They kiss slowly while under the hot water, cleaning one another. Brittany suddenly pulls back with an air of embarrassment, looking at the floor of the shower. There's blood running down her thighs and pooling at their feet. Santana follows her line of sight and notices what Brittany's looking at. She pulls her girlfriend close, trying to tell her it's ok and there is no need to be embarrassed.
"I-I don't think I can have sex tonight. I just need to wait a little bit ok San?"
"Shh. That is the last thing on my mind baby and you don't have to explain anything to me. I love you and I'm not going anywhere. Take all the time you need. Ok?"
Brittany stiffly nods. Silently thankful for a girlfriend who understands how she feels in this situation.
They finish in the shower and get dressed in baggie shirts and boxers. Santana grabs a bundle out of her drawer and immediately starts ripping bags open, pour out seven for her and seven for Brittany. They start doing lines and are each on their third bag when there's a knock on the door. Santana tells whoever it is to come in and in walks Santos in his brand new Phillies jersey, all smiles. Santana thinks it's gonna take a while to get used to actually having her brother back after over a year.
"You still like Ryan Howard right?" She asks her brother.
"Of course Tana he's the shit! Thank you so much!"
"Anything for you Ti. And Brittany told me how you talked to her through the wall. I'm so proud of you. But if you don't mind me asking, what brings you in here?"
"I um. I'm starting to get sick and was wondering if I could get a bag just for tonight so I can sleep well in my own bed. Tomorrow I'm kickin' though I promise. I owe it to you." He bows his head.
"Alright I hate to say this, but I agree. But only this one time Ti, I mean it. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you ended up like me. I got you a new glove too, for a reason. When you go back to school you can get yo baseball on."
They both laugh and Santana hugs her brother before kissing him on top of his head and bidding him goodnight. She then turns to her girlfriend who's smile is firmly planted on her face.
"You're so cute when you're with him. It makes me love you even more if that's possible. And when Q gave me the unicorn in the van and said you brought it for me, I think I melted haha."
Santana responds with a kiss while tears leak out of her eyes, as her emotions she cut off from earlier start to come to surface. Brittany feels the wetness and takes Santana's face in her hands and wipes the tears away with her thumbs while looking directly in her girls eyes. There's so much behind those brown eyes that she can't decipher, but love rings out loud and clear.
"I know what you did today was hard and I know you try to keep this front up for other people Tana, but you don't ever have to hide from me."
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In the living room Sam, Puck and, Quinn talk while snorting lines to calm themselves down.
"I've never seen someone have absolutely no emotions like that, especially when she was carving a knife into his chest. It was like something took over her. I tried to keep my cool in the room, but after she sent me to the basement with the lighter fluid, I threw up everywhere." Sam's baffled by the nights events.
"Yea, even I've never seen her eyes that black. I mean I was completely ok with what she was doing because he deserved it, but it was like something else took over her body completely."
Puck thinks back to the menacing look in his best friend's eyes and it chills him to the bone. Quinn just sits silently. She's seen this side of her sister, maybe not to this extent, but she knows it exists. Quinn just hopes she's ok and she doesn't get stuck in the dark again.
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Santana lay awake as Brittany sleeps peacefully beside her. She hasn't blinked for at least ten minutes. She feels everything and nothing at the same time, her brain and heart having a civil war inside her mind. She slowly detangles herself from Brittany and goes into the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she notices how empty she looks. Everything is fine now she should be glowing. But murder always comes at a price and she seems to always be the one footing the bill. The brunette opens her medicine cabinet and feels around for what she's looking for. Finally discovering what she was searching for, she sits on the toilet and pulls the leg of her boxers up. Slicing into her skin with the razor, her mind flashes back to carving into Finn's skin. Then, as she sees the blood, images of the stained sheets cloud her mind. She starts slicing faster cut after cut, until her mind finally clears. The crying girl puts down the razor and drapes an old towel over her heavily bleeding leg. She leans back on the toilet and exhales and deep breath. Maybe they're right. Maybe I am a fucking psycho. She thinks. Once the bleeding has stopped Santana lays back on her bed where Brittany instantly wraps her arms around her. The whole night she stares at the ceiling thinking of nothing and everything at the same time.
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A/N This is far from over everyone so don't think they are in the clear just yet. Thanks for reading