A/N so here is the next chapter hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think?

Rachel sat on the bench In front of the rows of lockers trying to calm her breathing she hadn't heard a sound in a good few minutes, the school had obviously been evacuated. That thought made her squirm thinking she was alone in an empty building with a crazed killer. Ok this was not helping calm her breathing. she needed a plan. she couldn't just stay here until she was found, she needed to leave, but she new if the gun-man/gun-women was smart they'd make sure all exits were closed. How she hoped they weren't smart. She listened carefully for a few moments before cautiously standing up, she was so glad she had to change into sneakers after the slushy attack, clicky shoes would not have helped at all in this situation. She looked around instinctively, even though she knew she was alone, before taking a tentative step forward,then another and another and before she knew it she was standing in front of the tall wooden door hand hovering over the handle.

"You can do this." She told her self just above a whisper. And after hearing no movement on the other side, she slowly pulled down the Handel and opened the door.

Quinn's first thought as she stood there alone in the classroom was how eerily quite it was, she didn't know what she had expected but the silence made her nervous. Well rather silence than gunshots she thought morbidly. She looked around the classroom it was a mess; chairs tipped over, some tables flipped and books and paper littered the floor. She tiptoed around the objects as quietly as she could, wanting to find Rachel and get out of here a soon as possible. Rachel. Was she even alive? so far there had only been two shots fired and she prayed Rachel wasn't on the receiving end.

Finally, she reached the door which was already open and stepped out to the hallway looking up and down. Clear. Now where did Asian say Rachel was? Something about Showers?... Right the gym showers! Before she could control herself she let her mind wander to Rachel in the shower, and oh god... so hot and..wet. She blushed at her sinful thoughts. Concentrate Quinn! she scolded herself then started walking in what she hoped was the way to the gym showers, she hadn't ever used them since sue demanded cheerleaders use the Cheerios 'special' showers only.

Rachel was in the hallway now, feeling vulnerable and oddly exposed seeing there was no place for cover if she was found, just rows and rows of shiny, metal lockers. But were would she go, wherever she went she could easily turn the corner and come face to face with the owner of the gun, her heart started to race and her breathing picked up. No, no she wouldn't think like that it wouldn't do her any good. And neither would standing in the middle of the hallway in plain view basically waiting to be shot at. With that thought in mind she took of in the direction she prayed wouldn't lead her to her death.

She'd never been in the school when it was this empty, this quite. Sure she'd had her extracurricular activities after school had finished but there was always students still milling about And she wanted to get home as quickly as she could incase and jocks/cheerios saw her.

She let her mind wander as it pleased, any form of distraction was welcome, as she walked slowly down the hallway her left side almost grazing the cold lockers. She wasn't even looking where she was going, that is until she slipped and went falling on her ass. Hard. She bit her lip to hold back a scream her hands flailing about in reflex to grab hold of something, but untimely failing.

"Fuck." She hissed screwing her eyes shut, she was pretty sure she'd just bruised her coccyx.

She put her hands underneath her intent on pushing her self up but when her hands touched floor it was wet? Come to think about it she was sitting in something wet. "What the-?" She looked down turning her hand over, dark red liquid dripping onto her jean clad legs. It took her a minute to register what she was seeing. Then she put it together. Red. Gun shots... Blood?

"Oh my god. "

she was going to be sick, her stomach churned uncomfortably. Was she- was she sitting in someone's blood? She had never been so glad for not having a gag reflex in her life. swallowing thickly down her seemingly dry throat she slowly lifted her head, expecting and bracing herself for what she was going to see.

Nothing.

Wait what? She looked around. just an empty hallway. That was not what she was expecting at all, where was the- the body..

Using the locker a leverage she hoisted her self up careful not to fall again and looked around incase there was something she missed but no, there was just a desolate hallway and a pool of dark red liquid on the floor with no source for where it came from.

"What the hell?" She muttered a frown lining her forehead. She didn't understand.

and then she smelt it, something familiar, something sweet and very familiar. It was faint but she could defiantly smell it. Realisation was like bitch slap to the face. She looked to the locker in front of her. Her locker. And back down to the liquid In front of her.

Cherry slushy.

Melted cherry slushy. The cleaners obviously hadn't had time to clean it before the gun went off. To say she was relived that she wasn't coated in someone else's blood was the understatement of the century. She literally started laughing.

But then stopped abruptly when a thought crossed her mind. This could have easily been somebody's blood, two shots were fired, and after that blood curdling scream she heard it after it,it wasn't hard to guess what happened. She was lucky this time but she needed to concentrate. This was real and one mistake could cost her, her life.

" Focus Rachel. " she nodded her head and carried on walking this time with much more cautions than last time.

She stood out side the door leading to the gym showering room. What was she waiting for? Truth be told she had no idea what she was going to do when she found her. She hadn't really planned this far. Rachel would obviously know something was wrong if her high school tormenter all of a sudden cared about her, she knew that Asian girl saw her run back in when finding out Rachel was still in the school. Even finn could put that two and two together. If they both got out of here alive Rachel would probably expect her to start being nice, maybe even, friends? No she couldn't do that, being that close to the brunette, who she guessed was definitely the affectionate type, would just be torture. it would hurt far more than what she was doing now. At least if she tormented the girl she would hate her, it was easier that way. Besides she had already came this far so no turning back now right, besides what if Rachel had been hurt she needed to find her. So she pushed down on the handle and pushed open the door.

"Ra-Berry." She called out, mentally scolded her self for slipping up hopefully Rachel didn't notice.

She walked around in between rows of lockers checking all cubicles of the showers, nothing. "Berry?" She whisper-shouted. Again nothing. What if Asian made a mistake what if Rachel hadn't gone to the showers.

"Fuck." She felt tears prick her eyes but refused to let them fall. What if Rachel got out and is outside now? What if she was never even in here? No she had to be! though this school was so big even if she was, how would she find her? Her shoulders slumped in defeat and she made a move for the door when her foot caught on something. She looked down and saw clothes on the floor, picking them up she realised in delight that they were Rachel's clothes. Rachel. A smile graced her lips, she had been here! ok but where was she now? Her smile slowly died on her lips when she thought about it what if Rachel had been caught and is being held hostage or something. Or what if shes just wandering around not hiding? easy target.

With a new surge of determination she marched towards the door and back out into the hallway. She was going to find her, whatever it takes.

She had just rounded another corridor when it happened. Another gun shot. Instinctively she threw her self on the nearest wall back flat eyes, tightly shut. The sound seemed to echo as it sliced through the silence and Quinn's heart was beating so fast she thought it would explode.

Silence.

It was over. once she deemed it safe she regained composure, pushed herself of the wall and tried to slow her rapid heart beat. The killer wasn't close, in fact judging by the gun shot they were near the other side of the school, but she guessed they'd keep moving. Before she could stop her self she wondered if it was Rachel on the receiving end of the gun. She found herself once again fighting back tears as she pictured Rachel pleading for her life, tears streaming down her beautiful face. staring into the killers mocking eyes before they fired.

"Oh god." She ran to the trash can by the end of the lockers and threw up. The stomach acid burning her throat, vision blurred by tears.

After she was sure her stomach was empty she sat down against the wall and closed her eyes. What was she doing?

But before she could even begin to relax her eyes snapped back open. What was that? She strained to hear, eyes looking for the source of the noise. She thought she may of imagined it but she heard it again. Was that crying? Yes it was defiantly someone crying though they sounded like they were trying to be quite about it.

"But where's it coming from?" She whispered to herself.

Slowly and as quite as she could she stood up in search for the crying person. They were close she could tell that , but she was in an empty hall way and unless they were hiding in a locker, which she highly doubted, then she had no idea where it was coming from.

Then she saw it how had she missed that she didn't know.

Blood.

or more specifically a trail of blood.

She took a sharp intake of breath and on shaky legs she followed the trail. It ended in front of a door, looking up she saw it was the janitors closet. How the fuck did she miss that, she must be really out of it. Running a hand over her face she clasped the cold metal door handle, the muffled sobbing was slightly more clearer now and she could make out that it was a girl. Rachel. That was her first thought, her eyes widening as she hurriedly pulled open the door. There was a stifled scream from the girl who sat on the floor in front of her. The girl who was not Rachel but-

"Brittany!?" She hadn't even thought about the girl since her one track mind was solely focused on Rachel. She should have realised her best friend wasn't outside.

"Quinn" was the choked response.

"Oh my god, Britt! Are you ok? What happened? Why aren't you outside!? The-the blood.." The questions were just spewing out but she trailed off as she looked in to teary blue eyes, the girl looked absolutely terrified. Brittany sniffled another tear rolling down her cheek.

"Sh-she won't wake up Quinn." She whispered her face crumpling as she choked back another sob. The girl looked utterly heart broken.

Quinn frowned in confusion before registering for the first time that there was another person in the small room.

Brittany cradled the limp body in her arms and Quinn felt the blood drain from her face as she breathed out

"Santana."