A/N ok so here's the next chapter let me know what you think?
Rachel awoke her back aching from the uncomfortable position. her mind took its time to catch up nevertheless all memories of what happened were there this time. She remembered fainting and the door handle falling off. Getting shot off. The shooter. Her eyes were still closed but she tried to make out what was going on around her using her other senses.
it was silent.
Though a feeling of comfort washed over her when she caught the scent of Noah's aftershave close by. Really close by.
She cracked open her eyes and sure enough there was pucks body about a ruler length away, slumped on the floor. Why was he on the floor? Was he.. Oh god no.. she reached out to touch him but her hand was restricted. What the hell? She looked up at her bound wrist.
Handcuffs? What was going on?
Her left arm was free though, so she used it to tug on the metal cuff restricting her right wrist. even though she knew it was no use. It clanked loudly against the metal table leg that stood bolted to the ground. The noise ripped through the silence.
"finally decided to wake up then?" A voice drawled out from behind her.
She froze.
A chill running down her spine. She knew that voice. This time it wasn't a good thing.
Quinn power walked through the hallways, she was pretty sure she had checked everywhere on the first floor. Nothing. The only place left to look was the second floor and that's where the gun shot came from.
Rachel was up there and so was the gun man. She tried to push the thoughts out of her head she really, really did. But no such luck.
Rachel was there and so was the gunman. He'd fired three shots up there and what was the likely hood of Rachel not being on the receiving end of one of those shots. Low. She really tried to stop the thoughts but her mind wouldn't let her. If Rachel was..dead. She winced at the thought. Then by her going up there could mean she dies as well.
She would die for nothing.
Then another part of her asked what if she's alive? What if she's scared and alone? What if she's alive and she dies because you leave her there?
So many questions. So many 'what ifs'.
Would she really be willing to risk her life for Rachel? Was she really worth it?
Well hadn't she answered that the moment she ran back into the school?
'Love makes you do stupid things'
Brittany's voice echoed in her mind. Did she love Rachel? She'd liked for over a year now, but did that mean she loved her? Well she was risking her life for the girl. If that wasn't love then she didn't know what was.
It was decided then.
Slowly she made her way towards the stairs leading to the second floor.
"David?" She asked disbelievingly.
She turned her head to look at him. His short hair was tussled, his face was dripping in sweat, stubble covered his chin, his eyes were bloodshot and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. He looked so out of it.
He smirked though it came out more of a grimace.
She had so many questions but the first one that came out was-
"What did you do to Noah?"
He laughed but it was hallow and void of any real emotion.
"That dick needs to learn to keep his mouth shut."
Rachel looked at Noah's slumped body in alarm. but she couldn't see any blood. She could however see the gentle rise and fall of his strong chest. Which calmed her considerably.
"I didn't kill him. Yet. " he smirked again.
Her stomach dropped.
She wondered what had happened to this boy to turn him into..into a murderer, yeah she knew he was a bully she got that, what with the amount of slushy facials she got from him daily. But she never thought of him as a killer.
A Killer.
That reminded her the body. The body that fell outside the door.
Gingerly, she turned her head towards the door way and sure enough there was a body laying lifelessly in the doorway only the top half was visible. Her eyes travelled upwards to the face that was covered in crimson liquid but was still identifiable.
Her blood ran cold when she recognised who it was.
"Oh god..." She breathed out. She tore her eyes away, staring at the floor focusing on anything but the dead corpse in the doorway. She swallowed and took a deep breath concentrating solely on not throwing up. She tried to keep her tears at bay.
David whipped his head around in the direction of the door. An unreadable expression coming over her face, before he looked away back to Rachel.
"It was his own fault." He said his voice blank.
Rachel looked up at him incredulously her brow furrowed, suddenly anger replaced the feeling of sickness in a matter of seconds. He had the audacity to blame the boy who was now dead in a doorway, for his actions!
"How dare you! This was not Kurt's fault! Don't even try to put the blame on him!"
David narrowed his eyes fingers tightening around the handle of the gun. Rachel's eyes zoned in on the action and she snapped her mouth shut. Now was not the time to antagonise a murderer.
"It is his fault! Don't you fuckin' get it!?" He screamed angrily. Rachel's eyes widened and her jaw opened and closed, was she suppose to answer? Before she could though he spoke again.
"He comes around school with his faggy clothes and his fuckin' faggy voice and he doesn't care what people think of him!"
Rachel was now confused... What was he talking about? Was he doing all of this because he's that big of a homophobe?
"He gets to be himself he doesn't have the- the pressure of his friends or his dad or his reputation to think about! His dad fuckin' accepts him! He prances around this town without a care in the fucking world. How is that fair!?"
Rachel was at a loss. She had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.
"Why should he parade that in my face!? When I've gotta hide who I am and it fucking kills me everyday and he just fucking rubs it in! He made me like this!"
Wait hold up, what?
Rachel replayed his words in her head. She looked back up at him, he was panting now after his little outburst and his eyes were shiny.
No he couldn't be. Could he? Was-was he talking about what she thinks he is. She had to ask-
"Are-David are you...gay?"
He whipped his head towards her his eyes blazing lips curling up into a snarl. He bent down in front of her and before she had time to register what he was doing he was in her face gripping his meaty hands tightly around her jaw. She could smell slight alcohol on his breath.
"What the fuck did you just say?"
Rachel gulped visibly. " I-I was just.."
Then suddenly he cut her off laughing hysterically. She looked at him utterly confused and slightly frightened did she miss something?. He just carried on laughing with no real reason behind it. However his eyes showed no amusement.
He'd lost it.
That's her conclusion. The boy had finally snapped.
He stopped laughing and trailed of into a deep sigh and looked at her with blank tired eyes. He looked so disconnected with everything that Rachel kind of felt sorry for him.
Then her eyes glanced behind him to the doorway where the boy she fought solos over for nearly two years lay covered in his own blood. That slither of sympathy vanished.
"I guess it doesn't matter if you know now cause your gonna be dead in a few minutes." His voice sounded so far away and he was looking through her like she wasn't even there.
"Why are you doing this?"
He took a second to answer and Rachel thought that maybe he hadn't heard her.
"..I can't take it anymore."
Rachel waited for him to elaborate but he didn't.
"Can't take what?" She asked carefully not wanting to set him of again.
He didn't look like he was going to continue he just looked zoned out.
Just then a low groan pulled him out of his head and his eyes snapped to pucks body, a statistic smile creeping up his face.
Rachel's stomach bottomed.
"...Rach?" He croaked.
He opened his eyes and met Rachel's worried ones. Then switched to David's blank ones. And his mind caught up with the previous events.
"Shit." He whispered.
David stood up walking to the desk where Rachel spotted the keys to the handcuffs. Not that it mattered. They were going to die. This wasn't like in the movies they weren't going to survive to live happily ever after. Real life didn't work that way, Kurt was a prime example of that.
Suddenly this was all too real.
At first when the gun shot went off and she was in the showers although she was scared she thought she'd survive. Even when her back was against the locked door and Dave was rounding the corner she still had a shred of hope. Now though. None. No one was going to save her now.
" now that were all awake, I guess we should start." A lopsided grin pulled at his lips.
Rachel could hear her blood pumping in her ears along with the sound of Noah struggling with the hand cuffs and Cursing loudly when they didn't budge.
"You don't have to do this David." She said trying to keep the shake out of her voice.
He looked at her quizzically for a second like she was a foreign species he'd never seen before. Then he laughed. That mad empty laugh of someone who just given up. The laugh that gave her chills. He ran a hand through his already mussed hair.
"Which of you wants to go first?" He asked lazily pointing the gun between them both.
With his free arm Noah took Rachel's hand in his own, she gripped it tightly.
"Huh? No one gonna answer? Well-"
"I'll go first."
David's eyes bored into Noah's. Rachel whipped her head to the side.
"Noah no!"
"Thats cute. Trying to be the hero? Your both going to die anyway so what does it really matter?"
" then you won't mind shooting me first." He said confidently but Rachel could feel his hand trembling.
Dave studied Noah for a very long moment. His beady eyes boring into his soul. Until realisation washed over his face.
"No."
Noah raised his eyebrow. "What do you mean no?"
"I mean, i know what your trying to do and you don't get to save your little girlfriend. You don't get to die tryin' to be a fuckin' hero!" He spat and pointed the gun at Rachel's head.
She whimpered clutching Noah's hand in a death grip. Noah started to panic he had to protect Rachel.
He promised. That or he'd die trying.
David's fingers twitched around the trigger. Rachel screwed her eyes shut.
"Y'know karofsky, I always knew you were gay." Noah said quickly. Thinking fast.
David snapped his eyes to puck in a hard glare. Lowering the gun in his hand slightly.
Rachel crack her eyes open looking at Noah in confusion, what was he was doing?
"What the fuck did you just say!?" He yelled his eyes burning holes into Noah, his free hand clenched into a fist.
"...I said. I always knew you were gay. Everybody did. Why do you think everyone covered there junk when you where in the changing rooms?" He was lying,but karofsky was too far gone to think rationally and if it was making him angry that's all that mattered.
protect Rachel or die trying right?
David was bright red with either anger or embarrassment they weren't sure. "Shut your fuckin' mouth puckerman!" He warned waving the gun dangerously at puck.
Noah gulped eyeing the barrel of the gun warily. He knew his hands were full on shaking by now but his kept face impassive. Taking a subtle deep breath he carried on.
"Yeah everyone always talked. saying things like how your only on the football team so you can tackle big,strong guys to the ground and get a good look while there changing-"
By now David was shaking with rage his breath coming out in shot, angry puffs. Rachel was pleading for Noah to stop since she had by now caught on to what he was doing but both boys where ignoring her presence.
"Is that why you wanted to kill Rachel first so you can have me to yourself? And Handcuffed? Kinky, I didn't know you where into bondage I-"
The shot rang out loudly echoing through the room. Rachel squeezed her eyes shut and covered her ears in reflex. Her mind went blank. not actually processing what happened.
That is until She heard a strangled gasp for breath next to her. Her eyes flew open and she immediately locked on to Noah's wide frightened ones. Her eyes travelled further south until she reached his chest where his hand was currently clutching his black t-shirt blood seeping between his fingers.
She was hyperventilating. She was sure she was going to have a panic attack.
"Noah.." Tears sprang to her eyes. She didn't know what to do. This wasn't happening. This couldn't happen.
"You-you can't... No." She was shaking her head adamantly refusing to accept the fact that her former best friend was dying in front of her.
He was gasping, clawing at his chest in attempt to catch some air. "Rach.." It came out hoarse and strangled.
He didn't have long left.
Rachel sat there not knowing what to do. She had never felt so helpless in her life. Should she comfort him? Tell him everything's going to be ok when they both know its a lie? Before she could even think of what to say she was already speaking.
"Y-you..you c-cant. You can't die!"
He huffed, what Rachel assumed was meant to be a laugh, with the little air he had left.
He couldn't talk, he could just about breathe.
Rachel knew the sound of him wheezing for air would forever be engraved in her memory. Forever wouldn't be long though she soon realised, she was due to die soon as well.
She realised she probably sounded like him in the breathing department because she could not catch her breath.
His eyes were drooping closed and she could see him struggling to stay awake. He seemed to realise his struggles were futile and he blinked slowly giving her one last meaningful look before he let them close completely.
She screamed at him demanding he opened his eyes! But he lay there still. She searched his chest for any signs of movement.
Nothing.
She was bawling now. Screaming at him incoherently. Not even registering his blood she now sat in pooling under her jeans. She struggled against the handcuffs thrashing her arms around wildly.
David watched the scene in front of him with a dazed expression. Until Rachel turned to him with the most hateful glare he'd ever witnessed. Her anger was bubbling over tenfold.
"YOU! YOU MONSTER! Why- what is wrong with you !? You-you killed him!" She screamed at him tears streaming down her face. His face however remained neutral as he watched her rant on, waiting until she tired her self out.
When she'd finally finished she slumped back in defeat staring off into nothing. Her expression was exhausted and so torn.
"You finished?" He drawled lazily.
She didn't even look up at him. Noah's blood had soaked up into her jeans almost completely now. She didn't even realised.
"Fucking look at me when I'm talking to you!" He crouched down in front of her grabbing her face forcefully. Squeezing his fingers tighter until she met his eyes slowly.
"Kill me." She whispered.
"What?"
"kill me, your going to do it eventually...I'm tired of waiting." She had accepted now that she was ultimately going to die however she hated the anticipation of prolonging the inevitable.
He studied her for one long moment eyes narrowed suspiciously before he stood back up and talking a few steps back.
"I'll tell you what Man Hands. I'm going to take a piss down the hall and your going to wait here next to you pathetic boyfriends body, sittin' in his blood and waiting for your time to join him.
An when you hear my footsteps coming back down the hallway. with each step you hear you'll know your closer and closer to your death. And unlike your knight in shining fucking armour hear imma make yours slow and painful. I'm going to draw in out, because you were always the fucking worst. You and your faggot fucking fathers infecting the town! You setting up your little homoexplosion glee club! You making friends with Kurt and getting him to fuckin' come out!"
His anger had once again made itself know half way through the speech and he gave her one last snarl of disgust before storming out of the room stepping over Kurt's body on the way out without so much as a glance.
Quinn had searched almost everywhere on the second floor and nothing. Her doubts about Rachel being alive once again resurfaced. Though she soon realised if Rachel was dead she'd at least have found a body. There where two more hallways to check and she prayed Rachel was in one of them, alive.
She rounded the corner when a shot rang out.
She flung herself against the nearest wall breathing heavily. The gunman was just a few classrooms down.
She peered around the wall she was currently stood flat against and scanned the corridor.
"Fuck.." She whispered when she spotted a boys body in front of the door she had heard the shot come from.
She wasn't sure what to do. Should she try the next hallway? Or was Rachel in this one? Her heart was pounding.
What if Rachel had just been shot? That was like the tenth time she'd asked herself that question but each time never failed to give her that stabbing feeling in her gut.
Her feet seemed to have made the decision for her as they walked towards the first classroom door.
She checked through the window. Empty.
She tip-toed stealthily to the next door panting, not out of exhaustion but out of the fact that the gunman was in the next room and could step out any moment. Checking through the window in front of her she realised this one as well was empty. One more room left.
Her heart was beating wildly against her chest now and she was genuinely concerned she may have a heart attack.
Then she heard it. A voice.
An angry voice.
"-your faggot fucking fathers infecting the town! You setting up your little homoexplosion glee club! You making friends with Kurt and getting him to fuckin' come out!"
She knew that voice far too well.
David karofsky.
"Holy shit.." She whispered her hand cupping her mouth. Karofsky was the shooter. she did not expect that. She didn't actually know what she had expected but it certainly wasn't that.
Wait..faggot fathers? Setting up glee club?
Her heart dropped.
Rachel.
He was talking to Rachel, well shouting to Rachel. Does that mean she's alive? but there was a gun shot? Shit has she-
Before she could continue her train of thought she heard footsteps heading towards the door. She whipped her head around frantically looking for a place to hide. Finding one she jumped in between two rows of lockers and pressed her back against the cold wall as hard as she could, trying to control her very loud breathing.
She heard who she could only assume was karofsky make there way out the classroom and she closed her eyes praying he didn't walk in her direction because there was no way he wouldn't see her.
Obviously someone up there was listening because she heard him walk the opposite way.
She waited until the closing sound of a doorat the bottom of the hallway until she popped her head out to look around. Empty. With that she pushed herself of the wall and walked towards the open classroom her thoughts running wild.
What was she going to find? Had Rachel died? She couldn't hear anything coming from the room and there had defiantly been a gun shot in here. She couldn't deal with seeing the small girl dead. Her feet however disagreed because they kept moving making a beeline for the open door, that is until she almost tripped.
She looked down.
"Jesus fuck." She muttered even though she was Christian she couldn't help but blurt the words out. She studied the body on the floor in front of her.
She vaguely remembered the boy as one of her many slushy victims. This kid she remembers was in glee club with Rachel.
Shit he was probably one of her friends.
She stepped over him not being able to look any longer and made her way into the classroom.
Rachel sat there head down staring intently at her lap,shoulders shaking as she wept silently. She didn't want to die. She was only a teenager, she was too young. She kept picturing her fathers faces when they heard the news. How devastated they'd be hearing there little girl had been murdered. That just added a fresh load of tears.
Then she let her mind strayed to Quinn.
Would she care? Would she cry? Would she even attended the funeral? Rachel accepted the heartbreaking fact that Quinn would probably be relived she was dead.
That sent a stab of pain through her already sore up heart.
"Rachel?"
She was even imagining Quinn's voice now. God she must be desperate. Though the sweet honey like voice was soothing and calmed Rachel considerably.
"Berry!?" Ok she hadn't imagined that.
Her head snapped up eyes latching on to the wide hazel ones staring back. Her imagination defiantly was not this good.
"Oh thank god. I thought.. Fuck Rachel answer straight away next time."
Rachel just stared at her this was far too good to be true. Quinn couldn't possibly be hear. Much less be calling her 'Rachel' and was that concern? lacing her tone. No she had to be imagining things.
"Rachel? Can-can you hear me? Are you hurt?" Quinn rushed towards the girl in slight alarm.
Now fully in the class room she noticed the other body handcuffed? Next to Rachel.
Was that? Fuck no. It-was that puck?
She ran a hand over her face taking a deep breath. She admits to not liking the boy much while he was alive but she certainly would never want to see him dead. She forced her eyes away from the Mohawk haired boy back to the small brunette.
And god, was that pucks blood Rachel was sitting in?
She doubted the girl even realised, she looked so out of it.
Quinn moved closer, awkwardly side stepping the growing puddle of blood and crouched down in front of Rachel. The girl was staring at her lap so Quinn, in need of her attention, gently reached out her hand brushing the other girls cheek softly. Rachel's eyes shot towards her wide and startled.
She examined Quinn for a long minute before letting out a slow puff of air.
"Your real." She breathed.
Quinn wasn't sure she knew what that meant but the girl had obviously been through a lot, hell she had just watched someone die, or two someones if she saw that glee club kid. that is bound to mess a person up.
So she went along with it.
"Yeah, I'm real." Her heart broke as she gazed into vulnerable brown eyes that lacked the fierce glint she was so use to seeing.
"Rach, we have to go ok?" She said remembering that they had little time, karofsky had left but she was sure he wouldn't leave Rachel handcuffed to a table if he wasn't coming back.
That seemed to snap Rachel out of whatever daze she'd been in and her eyes flittered towards the door and back fear intensifying with each second.
"Quinn you have to leave now." Her voice was hurried and desperate.
Quinn scoffed frowning. Seriously she did not risk her life for this girl, only to be sent away. She told Rachel just that.
"Rachel I did not come back for you, risking my life, to be sent away. Now come on, we're running out of time." She pressed on.
Rachel stared at her with an unreadable expression.
"What?" She asked rather impatiently. they really needed to get a move on.
"You.. you came back for me?" She asked timidly. Disbelief lacing her tone.
Quinn's face softened "well, Yeah.." She said her voice suddenly quite.
"..Why?"
"Rachel we can talk about this once where outside but we need to go now!" They had already wasted so much time.
Quinn looked expectantly at Rachel who sat unmoving looking at something to the side. Quinn followed her line of sight before landing on the handcuffs keeping her in place.
"Fuck." She cursed and tried pulling on the offending object but of corse it wasn't moving. she rubbed her jaw. Rachel looked at her in with a somber expression. Before a thought struck her.
The keys.
She strained her head up scanning the table and yep there they were.
"Quinn on the table- the keys." She said hurriedly, knowing David would be back any minute now.
Quinn sprang up and searched the table until she found the small, shiny object. Then ran back over to Rachel.
She bent down fumbling with the keys. Trying to get them into the lock with her shaky hands was hard and she ended up dropping them. picking them back up she realised they were now covered in pucks blood. She gagged. Wiling her self to carry on without throwing up, she tried again.
The both froze in position when they heard a door open and close at the bottom of the hallway. A whimper pushed past Rachel's lips and she instinctively reached for Noah's hand to hold. Of course though it wasn't there so she clutched the nearest thing to her. Quinn's arm.
Quinn took a deep breath and tried again the lock popped open. She bit her lip to stifle a victory shout. And stood up to get ready to run. The footsteps where slow and deliberate and with each one Rachel knew just like he said she was closer to her death but now so was Quinn and it was all her fault.
"Rachel get up! Come on!" Quinn whispered.
Rachel shook her head tears welling up again, she seriously thought she'd be all cried out by now. Obviously not.
"Rachel I'm not joking get up!" She whisper-shouted again.
But Rachel still kept her wrist in the loosely open handcuffs.
"Quinn he has a gun and he's out there. Th-the second we step out of that door we'll be shot on-on sight. " Rachel whispered back.
Quinn realised she was right. Shit. He'd walk through that door in less than minute and fire a bullet through both there skulls.
His footsteps were getting closer and,Quinn was sure she was having palpitations. Jesus think Quinn, think! Her eyes darted around the room frantically , in search for something, anything.
Then something caught her eye.
A fire extinguisher?
It was the only heavy looking object in the room. It could buy her a few minutes at most maybe. But really that's all she needed.
She ran over to it heaving it of its stand. It wasn't as heavy as she'd expected but it'd do. David's footsteps where close now. She ran back over to Rachel as quietly as she could.
"Rach, just sit tight and when i tell you to you have to run ok?" She whispered.
Rachel involuntarily shivered at the hot breath that hit her ear but still however looked uncertain.
"Trust me. Please?" Her hazel eyes giving the most sincere expression.
Rachel gave her one sharp nod and Quinn quickly ran as quiet as possible behind the door.
In the second Quinn got behind the door David walked in. Thankfully he didn't seem to have saw her.
He was spinning the gunn around on his finger as he strolled in eyes fixed on Rachel. "..while I was gone I was thinking of ways to draw it out for you. Ways to make it slow and painful just like I promised." His lips pulled up into a lopsided girl that went un noticed by Rachel because she had her eyes trained on her lap.
Quinn on the other hand was looking at David or more so the back of his head, she hoped her plan worked. If she could actually call it a plan, when she came up with it about twenty seconds ago. She was just waiting for the right moment. If there even was a right moment.
David took a sharp intake of breath before storming over to Rachel and without warning kicking her square in the stomach. She let out a yelp of pain. Then he crouched down tangling one of his meaty hands tightly in her hair angling her head so she had no choice but to look him in the eye.
"What the fuck have I told you about lookin' at me when I'm talkin' to you! You-"
he didn't get to finish his sentence as the blunt end of the fire extinguisher made contact with the side of his head sending him sprawling on the floor. Rachel hissed when he pulled out strands of his hair as he fell.
David grunted loudly and Quinn's eyes widened. She really thought that would knock him out. Well fuck..
She locked eyes with Rachel.
"Run!" She Shouted taking the other girls hand to help pull her up and both girls dashed toward the exit.
Rachel stumbled over Kurt's body forgetting it was there and went tumbling to the floor.
"Oomph"
Quinn twisted around upon hearing her and ran back to try to help the other girl back up.
"Come on Rachel!" She shouted seen as there was no point in whispering anymore. She already knew who the shooter was and he was in that room and definitely not knocked out like she had hoped.
They froze when they heard a chair scrape loudly along the floor. They both looked back at the classroom then to each other before Rachel scrambled to her feet and continued running only this time hand clasped tightly around Quinn's.
"Quinn where are we going!? All the doors are closed" She said as they turned the corner.
"Yeah I know. We just have to get to the first floor and then we can use a window." She explained panting lightly
"Quinn I-" she started but was interrupted by the sound of a gun shot.
She lost her footing in surprise and would've went crashing to the floor if hadn't been for Quinn's hand in hers keeping her up.
"Shit." She heard Quinn mutter and she increased there speed dragging Rachel along behind her.
"Run faster Rachel!"
"This is as fast as I can go! I'm not a cheerleader Quinn!" She shouted back.
"You need to try Rachel, he's on the football team he can easily catch up to us." She grunted out ignoring the protest in her legs as she tried to further increase her speed.
They ran down another hallway before the stairs were in sight.
"Almost there." Quinn panted more to herself than to Rachel.
They heard footsteps tracking behind and Rachel turned her head to look. She let out a squeal when she saw David barreling towards them gun aimed forward. He wasn't close enough that they need to speed up, which was impossible for them at this moment since this was as fast as they both could go. He looked like a maniac which, when she thought about it, he probably was.
They were like two more steps when a shot rang out.
A sharp stab of pain ripped through her left shoulder and Quinn's legs involuntarily buckled, leaving her to plummet head first down the stairs. Luckily she had the sense to let go of Rachel's hand first so she didn't take the other girl down with her.
"OH MY GOD QUINN!" Rachel screeched rushing down the steps to get to the other girl.
Quinn lay sprawled out at the base of the stairs every part of her body aching with pain. Her shoulder more so than the rest. She felt Rachel lean down in front of her and check for her pulse, said she would have died from that. when the girl found one she tried to lift Quinn to her feet.
"Quinn come on please! He's right behind us!" She said arms tucked under Quinn's , then she felt something sticky and wet and she pulled back only then noticing the blood that now covered her right hand. Quinn had been shot.
"Oh no, Quinn." She breathed out. "Quinn, please get up you need an ambulance!"
Quinn groaned in pain as the other girl tugged her to her feet, accidentally hitting her wound once or twice. Once she was on her feet Rachel wasted no time taking the other girls hand and leading her to the nearest classroom.
When in there Rachel let go of her hand leaving Quinn to stand still swaying slightly on the spot as the room seemed to spin, she gripped the table behind her for support. Rachel tried the first window cursing loudly when it was locked. She ran to the next one using all her strength.
Again locked.
She ran over to the third one and sent a prayer up hoping this one would open.
She pulled and struggled for a few second before it finally gave way. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and locked the window in place before running back to Quinn.
Taking the blondes hand who was two shades paler than before , she lead her over to the window. She held on to Quinn's waist to support her while she was going to climb out. But Quinn stood rooted to the spot shaking her head.
"Quinn, hurry up and climb out." But still Quinn shook her head.
"No." She muttered her eyes out of focus as she swayed gently.
"What do you mean no!?" Her eyes were darting between the closed door and Quinn. Had they lost him?
"You first." She said her words slightly slurred. By now her blood was running down her back and dripping on to the floor. Rachel noticed.
"Quinn, your wasting time! Go now!"
She couldn't leave Quinn in here on her own the girl looked close to passing out and if she did Rachel wouldn't be able to jump back inside to get her.
The blonde was still softly shaking her head so Rachel sighed and pushed her towards the window herself. Quinn didn't have the energy to fight.
Gripping the back of Quinn's thigh, keeping the other hand on the girls waist, she lifted the blondes leg over so that she was now straddling the window sill. Then she moved on to the other one, taking a split second to marvel how soft the other girls skin was, before quickly lifting it over.
Once both legs were hanging on the other side she told her to jump but kept her hands on the girls waist her front almost flush against the blondes back. Eyeing the still heavily bleeding wound on the girls shoulder.
Quinn on the other hand had a different idea as she turned her head catching Rachel's mouth in a soft kiss. Rachel's eyebrows shot up in surprise but she didn't push Quinn away. The kiss was short and just a brush of there lips but both girls felt there stomachs tingle and there heart beat speed up. Rachel however didn't even have time to kiss back before Quinn had turned her head round and jumped out of the window.
Rachel opened her eyes that she didn't even remember closing and hung her head out the window where Quinn lay on the ground.
"Quinn are you ok?"
"M'fine." She said attempting to sit up.
Rachel sighed. Quinn was dazed and confused of corse she hadn't meant to kiss her. The cheerleader still probably hated her for all she knew. But no that doesn't explain why she said she came back for her?
She really needed to speak with Quinn preferably when the girl was in a clear state of mind.
She shook her head to her self and lifted her leg up to the window.
the door of the classroom slammed open, the sound reverberating of the walls. Making Rachel halt her movements. Her breathing growing shallow as slow footsteps came closer and closer until they came to a stop about a meter away from her.
"You really thought you could get away?" He said through gritted teeth. He had, had enough of this girl he was going to end it now. "You don't fucking get to live! You don't get to be happy !"
Rachel gulped down her suddenly tight throat and turned her head to look at him.
He now sported a nasty looking cut on his forehead and didn't make an attempt to wipe the blood that trickled down his face. It made him look like even more of a crazed killer. She didn't even want to ask how he got it.
"Forget taking it slow, I'm not taking any more chances your going to fucking die!" He shouted lifting the gun and aiming it at her head.
He loaded the gun finger ready at the trigger when the door burst open once again.
Several men in black ran in taking positions all guns pointed towards them.
"DROP YOUR WEAPON!" One of the men shouted gun aiming at David. Another man lifted the radio on his chest to his mouth. "We have located the shooter." Was all she caught before the first man started shouting again.
"DROP YOUR WEAPON!"
Karofskys eyes flittered around the room from Rachel to the S.W.A.T team to his gun before landing on Rachel again. His jaw clenched and angry tears sprung to his eyes.
"No this isn't fair! You don't deserve to live!" He screamed pointing his gun,that must have lowered when the swat team came in, back at Rachel's face. Rachel turned her head on instinct not wanting to stare down the barrel of a gun. Her eyes now directed out the window. She looked down.
Quinn was gone.
A small patch of blood covered the grass were she lay but other than that there was no signs of her.
"DROP YOU WAEPON NOW OR WE ARE FORCED TO SHOOT!" One of the S.W.A.T team members shouted but David ignored him his head shaking frantically.
"Fucking die berry!" He screamed.
A shot rang out.
A/N sorry if this was bad but I don't plan anything I just go with it as I write, I literally just decided he was the killer in this chapter.