Hello everyone! So I wasn't so sure about this story, even though this is one of those rare times when I have the entire thing planned out in my head, but I got a really good response to it, so here's the first chapter! I think it's going to come out as a very interesting story if I do it right. Or at least I hope it does. haha. Well, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, the characters, the song "Nerds and Cigarettes," or the band who own said song, Picture Me Broken. If I owned Glee, do you even know how different it would be? :)
Chapter 1
"Hey, Rach."
Rachel turned, momentarily distracted from taking books out of her locker. "Oh," She muttered. "Hey, Kurt." Said boy gave her a scrutinizing look and she averted her eyes. What is he looking at me like that for? She chewed her lip, still refusing to look at her best friend. "Rach," He started in an almost scolding voice. "What's going on? I've only been talking to you for five seconds and I can tell something's up." She plastered a smile to her face. "No, nothing, nothing at all." Slamming her locker shut, she scurried down the hallway, Kurt following close behind. "Fine," He shrugged. "You say that, but I know you're lying, and I will find out, Rachel." He changed directions to get to class, leaving Rachel standing at her locker alone. "Meet you in the choir room!" He shouted over his shoulder. "And I will figure it out!"
"Not if I can help it, you won't."
*X*
The halls of McKinley High we noisy and crowded, as per usual. Mike Chang sulked to his locker as faceless figures pushed passed him. He was tired. So, so tired. The night before, sleep had not been his friend. It was that stupid psychic power again. Why couldn't it just leave him alone? It already caused his break-up with Tina, and he didn't really need more drama in his life. Not that the universe would grant that wish, anyway.
Mike stared across the hall to where Tina was with her boyfriend, Artie. The two of them started having problems when she and Artie began hanging out more and he had thought she was cheating on him. She wasn't, but that didn't change the fact that she did have feelings for a certain boy in a wheelchair that were stronger than those for her boyfriend. Then, he had another one of those stupid breakdowns when they were watching a movie together, and she was so scared she finally broke up with him. She told him he had a crazy look in his eye. He'd believe it. All that pain he felt, the sorrow, the anger, the need for revenge. It was pure bloodlust. It was a feeling of having something important torn away from you permanently. That'd drive anyone crazy.
He'd dreamed it the night before. Whatever it was that had made him so insane had happened again in his nightmare. He couldn't remember what exactly had happened, but he did remember a scream. He knew the voice, he knew that whoever she was had been calling to him even though she wasn't calling his name, and he knew he had to do something, he wanted to go to her, but he knew…he knew he couldn't save her. Somehow, he knew this girl was going to die. And for whatever reason, he couldn't stand the thought of this mystery girl being killed. It gnawed at his mind like a beaver chewing through a piece of wood. I don't know who this girl is. Why do I even care?
Taking a deep breath, he proceeded through the halls to the choir room. Hopefully, glee would be over quickly so he could go home and sort out his thoughts.
*X*
"All right, everyone, you know the drill!" Mr. Schue addressed the class as he always did. "This week's assignment was to sing something you typically wouldn't. I assume you've all been rehearsing and are ready to go?" The students nodded unanimously, except for Puck, who was partially asleep. "Great! Now, who wants to go first?" Everyone looked to the petite brunette in the front. "Okay," Rachel mumbled. It earned her a few looks. "That's different," Mercedes turned to Kurt. "She usually volunteers. What's up with her?" Kurt shook his head. "She refuses to tell me," He sighed. "But I'll find out."
"Okay," Rachel repeated. "Today, for the assignment, I will be singing "Nerds and Cigarettes" by Picture Me Broken. I chose the song because I usually sing Broadway show tunes, which I'm much more comfortable with," She sent a pointed look at Mr. Schue, and someone muttered "There she is." Turning back to the class, she continued. "But my cousin listens to a lot of rock music and she sent me this, so I thought, why not?" She cleared her throat before beginning.
"Maybe I'm the ghost haunting your conscience
Or just an unfamiliar face
You built me up and broke me down and I
Can't shake the fear that you were never mine
I'll never change you
When you go, I hope you know that I'm
Still drawn to you like nicotine and
When you go I hope you know that you're
Still bleeding into every thought across
My head, stained
I see your face
Everywhere, I can't escape you
I can't shake the fear that you were
Never mine
I'll never change you
When you go I hope you know that I'm
Still drawn to you like nicotine and
When you go I hope you know that you're
Still bleeding into every thought across
My head, stained
I see your face
…
Tastes like nerds and cigarettes stained upon the lips that brought me here
I tried to chain you to my side but the ink reads dis-"
She stopped suddenly, her voice caught in her throat. "Rachel, are you okay?" Finn asked, concerned. Without warning, she dropped to her knees and began screaming bloody murder.
"Daniel!" The girl screamed. "Daniel, help!" There was no response. "Someone, please!" A hand clamped over her mouth. "Shut up," Came the deep, threatening voice. She attempted to bite his hand, but to no avail. Her screams remained muffled as he slashed the knife across her cheek again. Blood dripped down her face. He held the blade to her throat, slicing across her soft skin in an agonizingly slow motion. The ominous red liquid ran from the wound and soaked into the neckline of her dress, staining the elegant fabric. "And now," He growled menacingly. "The grand finale."
He drove the knife through her heart. She couldn't even scream.
Rachel could still hear herself shrieking at the top of her lungs. Stop, she told herself, but it was impossible. The pain was so real. She could feel the warm liquid oozing from wounds that weren't there, she could smell the pungent scent of blood, taste it, even. She felt the searing pain of the knife cutting across her flesh, plunging into her heart. Her heart was even beating slower, as if she truly was dying. She could hear the girl's cries for help and feel the large, calloused hand on her mouth, restricting her breathing. She felt the terror in the girl's soul. It was all so, so real.
She felt someone place their hand on her shoulder. Rachel tensed, until she realized that this hand was not cold and crushing like the one she felt in the vision, but warm and gentle. Her terrified screams subsided into hysterical sobs. She hadn't even realized she was crying. "Mr. Schue," She heard someone say. The voice was far away, unreal, yet she knew the voice. "I'm going to take Rachel to the nurse. I think she needs to rest." The gentle hand pulled her to her feet and lead her out of the room.
When they were about half way to the nurse's office, the mystery person stopped. "Rachel," Said girl looked up, realizing that she still hadn't thanked the stranger. "Mike?" "Yeah. Listen, Rachel, I know what happened back there." Rachel stood frozen in shock, staring at Mike as if he'd just told her he was the king of Jupiter. "Wh-what?" "Yeah. I know," He sighed. "Hard to believe, but it's true." "How could you possible know what happened back there?! I haven't told anyone about the-" She clamped her mouth shut, stopping mid-sentence. "Good choice," He nodded. "No one would believe you. They didn't believe me." "What on earth are you talking about?!" Rachel demanded. Mike didn't even flinch.
"I'm talking about our visions."
So...that's the first chapter! Thoughts? Reviews are appreciated, I would love to know what everyone thinks! Thanks for reading!
