Authors Note: WOAH! YES. 5.7K WORDS! LONGEST ONE I'VE EVER WRITTEN SO FAR! CAN I GET A "HALLELUJAH"?!
Hello bro's and brotette's (Yes, "brotette's" I'm hip. Make it trend.) Hope you guys had a lovely Christmas and are excited for the NEW YEARS. I know I am :)
Anyway, as a new year present (we should have presents for everything it's great. you know... reviews, follows, criticisms, compliments... Hahaha! Smoooooth!) Sorry just being dorky :L
Yea anyway, I hope you like this one! I wanted more to happen in this chapter but I think I'll save le Brittana moments for another day ;) Also it's to make up for the long intervals of lack of update in the future... :(
Forgive me if my Brittany and Santana are too OCC for your liking =/ it's really difficult! Hahaha! SO guidance is much appreciated (see what i did there :P )
All of the mistakes are mine, I've been writing for like 3 hours so my eyes are like hurting... and I kinda cba to proof read... sorry :|
So anyway without further ado because I doubt anyone actually reads the authors note... :L Here's Chapter 6! Enjoy! (Happy New Year aswell! :D )
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR HUNGER GAMES (ALSO I DIE A LITTLE BIT INSIDE EVERY TIME I HAVE TO WRITE THIS :L)
After her almost catastrophic clash with Brittany three days ago, everything was much quiet around the house. This was of course misinterpreted by Benny as a sign of peace. Both of the girls avoided each other more than ever which didn't go unnoticed by Anna and Haymitch. However, great change was brought by one particular Monday afternoon.
Brittany after being free from her chore to tend the cows had assumed her routine will be back as normal. From 6- 8 in the morning, she goes to the horses while her mum brought Christa and Andre to school. Brittany doesn't see them until later in the day. In the afternoon she'll be, working around the ranch helping her father with the animals and her mother with their garden. Following after, she heads back to the stables sometimes with Rachel in the afternoon to get Lady to pick up Christa. It was the same for Monday's except in teh afternoon her and her siblings would all meet at the stables for riding lessons. But this wasn't the case and the change in her routine didn't go so well and gave her the fright of her life.
Unbeknownst to the blonde, Anna had assigned Santana to care for her sister going to school and back. Santana had been told to collect Christa after school which finished at 3pm. Andre finished much earlier and refused to be accompanied by Santana, so Benny would make a run from his work in the ranch to collect Andre. In-between of her baby sitting duties, Santana and Haymitch would help around the house. Often Santana ended up with Anna as she taught her how to weave goods, an extra job for Anna on the side for a little extra income. She hadn't been training with Haymitch recently which strangely she didn't miss. Santana quite enjoyed the domesticated life although she'd never tell Haymitch because she knows he will only use it against her; to discourage the decided Latina from going through her plans. So she just chose to keep her silence and live in the moment.
If Brittany had been paying attention to her surroundings and wasn't caught up in nurturing her dislike for the Latina, she would know about the growing friendship between her baby sister and Santana. However, she chose to talk ill about the Latina to her friend Rachel who was quite judgemental and tend to exaggerate what was told to her.
So, that Monday which was a huge event in Santana's stay with the Pierce; this is what happened.
Ever since her confrontation with the Latina, Brittany had gone back to tending the horses and Santana never went around them again. It was a lovely surprise when she found a new addition in the stables, and then she was surprised even further by the discovery that how for a horse; it had an attitude of a bitch. The impossible had been done; Brittany did not like this horse. Not one bit. The arrogant glint of the stallion's eyes and the way his natural trot carried an air of superiority and vanity got to Brittany. People would say it's silly of her to think that a horse would have such self-awareness, but Brittany knew that horses were a lot more perceptive than they let of. To her, for every time she went pass the stallion or the stallion passes her, he would purposely act more pompous to tickle her aggravation. He would languorously turn his head from left to right in a haughty manner which in effect makes Brittany want to throw her good shoes at him. It didn't help that the horse was a fine breed and so had all the right to show off its alluring black mane which glosses upon the strike of the sunlight. It's built was well and grotesque in the most uncannily enthralling way, like the ruins of the old Gothic cathedral that stood in their district but was demolished in favour of the newly built peacekeepers head quarters in the town square. Oh and perhaps the fact that she anthropomorphise the Friesian horse as Santana's twin, didn't help with her irritation.
Meanwhile, as Brittany spends her morning with the majestic animals; Santana was waiting for Christa to finish the breakfast she cooked for her. The older girl watched the energetic blonde eat up her pancakes, chugging in forkfuls drenched in maple syrup by the second into her small mouth. Santana was amused by how Christa's cheeks puffed up, making her resemble to a hamster.
"Eat slowly Christa! Don't eat like that in front of Santana!" scolded Anna.
Christa stopped her movement and looked up from her nearly empty plate to Santana and mumbled an apology through her mouthful "..orr-y...". This caused the young Latina to chuckle, sending Christa's cheeks to turn bright red.
"Not a problem kid, eat up! You've got a long day ahead of you!" she encouraged Christa, which the young child smiled graciously to and returns to eat her breakfast excitedly. Four forkfuls and a glass of milk later, the pair was set. Christa walking alongside Santana holding on the older girls had. This was a huge gesture for the Latina, during the first few days Santana merely stood like an awkward scarecrow beside the young blonde as they marched to school. There was a respectable distance which showed that she was the guardian of the girl but also she liked her space. However, this all changed when a rabid dog surprised Christa around the bend and growled at the trembling girl. Santana of course came to her rescue, swooping Christa up in her arms while she shooed the stray dog away. Both of the girls were stunned by the turn of events and ended staring dumbfounded at one another for a few seconds until Christa released a warm giggle and hugged Santana closer. Santana smiled back at the young girl and chose to embrace the new found closeness, carrying Christa all the way to school that morning. The uptight Latina eased up a lot ever since then; she smiled more and laughed at the little girls antics that she grew to adore. Christa had an atmosphere which made it easy for Santana to feel relax in, now both of the girls look forward to their morning and afternoon walks filled with playful moments.
Today Santana planned on taking Christa to the pond the blonde always talks about. From Christa she learned a lot about the Pierces and how this pond is Brittany's "Super secret place" but now she shares it with her baby sister. It's quite a while away from the Pierces house, but from the young blonde's school, it only took half as long. Christa said that she and Brittany can get there in no time because normally they would have Lady with them.
In one of her free afternoons, Santana went to look for this pond and after hours of walking and exploring. She found the secluded area hidden behind large undergrowth which twirled and spiralled to one another, forming an enclosure in itself. There was a clearing and quite a fair sized pond which its waters disappeared behind water bushes, there's a tree in the middle of the flat land which had a pair of frayed woven rope tied to it. She found a decent sized plank leaning on the tree which had holes on both sides; she figured that it was tied to the rope before as a makeshift swing, but it looks like it fell apart after being used thoroughly. It was quiet and peaceful and she can understand why Brittany and Christa fell in love with the place. Santana could hear the quiet chirps and singing of the birds, the little splash the ducks make as they land gently on the water and the way the breeze would blow peacefully, making the tree's rustle softly. Christa was right; it was like a place out of a storybook where the princess would find her prince in and where they would come together and kiss under the swooning glow of the moonlight.
Santana and Christa were on their way home from school and their conversation took a turn to Christa's interests. "I really miss going there, I'd walk there myself but not even Mum, Dad or Andre knows about it! Also I'm not very good with directions and Britty's afraid I'll get lost and the big bad wolves will get me like in Red riding hood... She's always busy these days... I want to see the ducks before they fly away..."
Santana feels bad for coming to the sibling's paradise, but her doings are out of good intentions right? Brittany wouldn't mind would she? She'd only want Christa to be happy and that's what Santana's trying to do... So Santana decided that she'll bring Christa there after her school on Monday with loaf bread so they can feed the ducks, that's what people did with ducks right?
The pair arrived at Christa's school and the little let go of Santana's hand to follow her classmates who were piling in the building. Christa gave the Latina a brief hug like she always does and wished her a good day; Christa was a good 3 meters away from Santana when the brunette called after her.
"Yea?" Christa asked back smiling at her friend.
"I've got a surprise for you afterschool; meet me here by the gates ok? Like always?" Santana announced.
Christa's eyes shone brighter if that was even possible and her lips broke into a wide smile. "Ok! Tana! I'll see you later!" she yelled back. Christa waved her right hand goodbye to Santana with her left hand holding on to the strap of her backpack. The little girl's uniform was a pristine white blouse with light blue skirt and a ribbon around her collar blended in with the mass of colours. When Santana was satisfied that the little ball of energy was safely inside the small building, she turned her way back home ready for her chores as well as trying to subdue the growing excitement within her.
As planned, Santana was back at the school gates after her duties. She told Anna and Benny that she'll be going to the market after picking up Christa and so they'll be home later than the usual; the parents were fine with that. Santana felt guilty for lying but she needed to honour the little blonde's request.
"I want to see the ducks before they fly away... " The little frame gasped and halted in their walking as she came to realized something.
"What is it?" Santana turned towards Christa puzzled.
"Tana! You have to super duper swear that you won't tell anyone what I just told you! If Britty finds out I told someone about our super secret, she'll be mad at me! She might not take me there again..." Christa's face fell and her lips quivered at the thought that Brittany may banish her from their place. Tears threatened to drop from the little girls eyes which caused Santana to kneel down to be at an eye level with Christa as she consoled her. Santana raised her right hand to her side; her ring finer, middle finger and pointing finger folded outwards in the shape of the Panem salute as she vowed "I, Santana Marie Lopez promise in the name of her royal highness Princess Christa, to honour the secret between her and her older sister Princess Brittany. I vow not to speak of the-"Santana lowers her voice to a whisper "super secret place" this makes Christa break into a grin. "-Unless I am permitted to by the princesses of Panem. This I swear." The small blonde engulfs Santana into a hug which caused her to chortle adoringly at the girl's relief.
"You promise?" Christa asks again, pulling herself away a bit from the embrace to see the smile on Santana's face never faltering and her eye contact with Christa never breaking as she nods.
"And you think I'm a princess?" Santana nods again.
"I know kind and beautiful girls like you are princesses." Santana added as she bop the young blondes little nose with her finger, to emphasise conviction behind her words. However, the next question which left Christa's mouth caught her by surprise.
"So you think, Britty's a beautiful princess?" Christa inquired, the Latina's eyes widened comically and she stumbles upon her words. The smile of Christa's face never fading despite the obvious hesitation to answer.
"I-I-err... Sure?" Santana mumbles incoherently as she rubs the back of her neck and looks to the ground bashfully.
"Hurray! I'm gonna tell Britty when I next see her that you think she's pretty! Then she'll be nicer to you! You'll see!" Christa bounced around in triumph.
If Santana didn't feel faint out of embarrassment before, she was sure she's going to collapse if they weren't in public. She was about to interject her disapproval over telling Brittany that she thinks she's pretty until she saw the topic of discussion behind Christa's bowing movement, lifting her skirt gracefully like a princess as she practiced her courteous bow. There Brittany was, carrying a paper bag of goods for their elderly neighbour, Mrs Moretta. She was walking next to the old woman with her cane laughing heartily at the words that had been said. Brittany was wearing what she always wore, white washed jeans which she had high around her waist and tucked in them was an old baby pink polo shirt which was unbuttoned appropriately. Brittany's hair was down, free from her usually tense ponytail. It was straight and the light from the setting sun was outshined by the golden strands. It was the first time she saw the petulant blonde smile and Santana couldn't help but marvel at how much prettier she looked without a scowl. The catlike eyes weren't threatening or guarded but fun and candid. Santana briefly wonders if she'll ever be at the receiving end of the blonde's gracious smile.
"A very beautiful princess..." Santana releases with her breath and when her ears heard what she had said in time with Brittany's gaze falling upon her, for a moment she thought the blonde heard her. But, all unease was erased when Brittany's eyes shifted to her little sister which made her smile warmly as she carried on her way. Santana releases a breath she wasn't aware she was holding when the blonde walks pasts her. "What the heck was that?!" Santana picks on herself for her unusual thoughts... Yet, she can't bring herself to repent for what she had said and partly wishes that Brittany heard her.
Santana leaned on the stained white walls surrounding the school. Her right leg bent with the sole of her foot resting against the solid surface, while the left leg remained planted on the ground. In her right hand she holds a small rucksack holding various items for her mini picnic with Christa. Santana held her left wrist up to look at her mother's old antique watch, the wallpaper was discoloured with age but it still functions. The frame is round and gold attached to a thin leather strap. It was the only possession which she took with her and a couple of pictures. The rest she left to burn with her parent's corpse.
Exactly when the seconds hand hit the 60th revolution, the children started trickling out of the doors. A few children ran to their parents or to their siblings ready to go home. The abandoned courtyard was now filled with amused laughter and chit chatter from children who were excited to be reunited with their parents. The mothers and fathers smiled at the way their offspring's' hands moved about to exaggerate events of their day. Despite the affectionate well rehearsed scene before her, Santana remained unmoved. Her eyes chose to blur out the interactions of the strangers as she kept her attention to the swinging door for Christa. Eventually the little blonde emerged out and her first action was to seek for the Latina at their "spot", she stood on her tiptoes to get the best view. She instantly met Santana's brown eyes and smiled, only when the little girl came springing towards her did Santana allow herself to feel any emotions.
"Tana!" Santana bended down to greet her small friend, opening her arms for a hug which Christa entered earnestly.
"You ready kid?" The older girl asked as she took Christa's smaller hand upon her own.
"Yup! Let's go!" Christa pulled on to Santana's hand as she started pulling her to a direction outside the construction.
The pair started heading east from the school and carried on the same direction which took them to the outskirt of the district. When they entered the woods, Christa knew where they were heading. She recognized the polite bow of the vines, how they appeared as though they were welcoming the princess's return. The tweets of the birds grew cheerier like a band of trumpets singing as the royalty walked through the foliage and the colours of the plants and various berries were more defined than the crowns gold and red banners and flags. Even the lazy late bloomer of all sorts of wild flowers seemed to have also flourished ardently upon her arrival. Christa's presence was rejoiced.
When Santana and the little child entered the clearing of the "Super secret place", it was as gorgeous as Christa remembered it. She abruptly hugged her guardian's leg to show gratitude before running off to the water to greet the ducks. The young Latina was positive that she made the right decision to find this place when she saw how carefree and happy Christa was. She moved lighter and spun and leapt like she was learning how to move for the first time. Santana stopped underneath the shade of the tree and kneeled on the grass to take out the food she prepared and the loaf of bread for the ducks. The last of the flock were still present in the waters and Santana was glad that they haven't flown south for the winter. She likes to think that they delayed their departure just for her little friend.
After their long afternoon playing with the feather creatures, Santana beckoned Christa home. Santana prepared herself for the assumed difficult pursuing to have the cheerful girl home. Conversely, her expectations were undermined when Christa willingly said goodbye to her winged friends.
"I'll see them again soon. Let's go?" asked Christa as she offered her tiny hands to the Latina who was on the grass. It seems Santana was actually the one who was having more trouble from leaving the solitude for the oppressive community. The adolescent took the small hand in hers lightly and pushed herself up and they made their way back to reality.
It was 5pm when Santana and Christa entered the threshold of the district; they were approaching the school when they found a frantic moving rider on a white stallion heading straight towards them. The horsewoman was fast approaching and Santana feared that they were going to get trampled over. Thus, when the striding horse was a couple of meters away, Santana hugged Christa to shield her body from the crash. It was a pathetic attempt for safety but she panicked and was left with very little options. Santana closed her eyes tight and held the little girl in her arms firmly as she braced herself for the calamitous collision. However, when the predicted accident didn't happen Santana loosened her hold on Christa and opened her eyes to find them in clouds of dust and dirt. In front of Santana a couple yards away was the previously sprinting horse, its nostrils were flared and its head was moving and bobbing in different angles as it swaggered in the spot. Santana heard a thud on the ground as the rider got off the stallion, followed by determined footsteps heading towards their direction. The Latina and the youngest member of the Pierce remained in the smog of earth and so Santana had to squint to see who the belligerent individual was, while remaining in her protective posture.
Icy wrathful arctic blue was piercing back at Santana's eyes as though it was trying to serrate her soul. It was Brittany, and while this wasn't the first time Santana was faced with the taller blonde's acrimony; there was something about the way the pale blonde executed her actions with great control. It's as if without the concentration, Brittany would have morphed into a beast of rage. There was so many emotions whirl winding in the blondes eyes; fear, fury, dread and relief. Strong slim arms grabbed Christa out of Santana's hold. Brittany's vice grip on Christa made the smaller girl whimper.
"Britty... You're hurting me..." The small girl mewled which didn't go unnoticed by Santana, but Brittany was relentless with her actions as she dragged her sister towards the horse to carry her up the saddle.
"Hey! Be careful! You're hurting her!" The Latina protested as she stalked the furious blonde.
After placing her sister on her horse and was satisfied, Brittany violently turned to Santana and slapped the other girl on her left cheek. The impact of her palm on the soft skin made a resounding slap. Santana's head was pushed to an angle, the injured girl remained still. She was unmoving, Santana was doing her best to keep her rationality and to not combust with anger. She didn't want to display any further violence in front of Christa despite the sting on her burning cheek urging her to respond.
In a low almost growling manner, Santana heard Brittany speak. "How dare you. You are to stay away from my siblings from now on, or I swear to God I won't hesitate to trample you over with my horse. Where did you take her?"
Santana turned to face Brittany for the first time and found the previously sea of emotions gone. It was bare.
"Santana took me to our super secret place Britty... It's not her fault, she was just being nice 'cause I told her how I missed the ducks..." interjected Christa who was playing with the hem of her skirt as she spoke.
Brittany continued to stare at Santana for few more seconds until she spoke again towards Christa this time. "I've been riding up and down the district looking for you; I was going to take you and Andre to see Lady and Milo for a ride." Brittany's tone was considerably softer but still, there was a scolding edge to it.
"'m sorry Britty... Please don't be mad at 'Tana too..." replied Christa who remained playing with the fabric of her skirt. Brittany released an exasperated sigh and got on Lady. She started to manoeuvre Lady towards their home when she heard an echo of her name. Running towards them was Matt Rutherford; an old peer of Brittany's when she was still attending the schooling programme.
"Oh, hey Matt." Brittany greeted the boy politely. Santana walked beside Matt to listen to his news.
He was out of breath and his speech was choppy but there was urgency in his voice. "Britt-any... It's Andre-"Matt swallowed in air "He's in the market-He's been accused of stealing again by fatty Crelda..." Brittany was overcome with terror as Matt continued. "She called for the peace keepers, hurry they've gotten Evans to do the whipping-"and with that, Brittany rode Lady to the market as fast as she could; leaving Santana and Matt abruptly.
"Thanks." Santana said to the messenger as she started to run after Brittany.
"Hey! Santana right?" Santana halted and looked back to Matt.
"My house is just around the corner, you can borrow my horse if you want. It'll be faster than running." Santana smiled at Matt's kind offer and accepted it. They jogged to his house where she was lent a bay American saddlebred called Autumn. Santana thought bless Haymitch for forcing her to learn how to ride a horse as her and Autumn dashed to the market.
When Brittany arrived at the market she saw a huge crowd of people. In the middle of the speculation was her brother, fatty Crelda's ransacked stall with various vegetables and fruits on the ground which were being picked by bystanders. Brittany slowed Lady down as she approached closer to the market. She saw Rachel at the back trying to get to Andre as she pushed herself into the crowd but they were unmoving. Brittany pulled hard on Lady's reins making her stand on her hind legs and neigh. This caused the mass of people to scramble out of the way and got Rachel's attention. Brittany hopped of Lady and passed the reins to Rachel who she asked to look after her sister and Lady while she rescued her brother. Rachel tended to her request promptly and Brittany ran into the circle where there was some space between the crowd and the spectacle. To be honest, she had no clue what she was doing or how it was all going to end. She was trying to comprehend how Andre got to the market and then she remembered how important routines and schedules were for her brother and how changes didn't settle down with him well. He must have thought they were going for a riding lesson today and ended up looking for her and Christa when he got impatient.
Fatty Crelda was holding a tender stick in her hands threatening her defenceless brother. Brittany's blood boiled as anger course through her veins. She ran faster when she saw Crelda swung the weapon aimed at her brother's head. Brittany's foot was hitting the ground hard; she stood in front of the beating to intercept it, letting her right shoulder blade take the blow. The blonde winced at the strike which Santana witnessed with horrid eyes from Autumn's back. Both of them knew that was going to leave a mark.
Brittany turned her head to Crelda with much vehemence. The older woman was petrified and was surprised when she found that the subject of her violence was not the weak little boy she was bullying, but his older sister who was very capable of making her sorry for her actions.
"What did he do?" Demanded Brittany who remained to have her back towards the offender but with her head turned rigidly towards the hag.
"H-he knocked my stal-l over!" The oversized woman stammered. Luckily for Crelda, three men in a bleak white uniform armed came to her rescue.
"What's going on here?" inquired the peace keeper.
"My officer Blake! Thank goodness you're here!" exclaimed the slimy merchant dramatically. Brittany rolled her eyes at the woman's theatricality.
"I was making my means of living when this boy came and stole my goods! STOLE MY GOODS!-"bellowed Crelda.
"HEY! YOU SAID THAT HE JUST KNOCKED YOUR STALL OVER!" Brittany interrupted.
"Quiet please. Your side of the story will be heard after the complainant." The head peace keeper turned to Brittany and asserted. The man of corrupt authority turned his attention back to Crelda.
The older woman snorted in triumph and continued with her version of the story, that Andre had stolen goods from her and continued to do so despite any warnings. Thus, Crelda was apparently force to defend herself with a cane when Andre turned vicious and threatened to hit her. She delivered a blow on his temple as Andre had apparently launched himself towards her. Brittany pulled herself away from her brother for a moment and placed her hand on his chin to move it to a better angle to see his face. There she saw a cut on his head from the hefty blow which had caused her brothers left eye to swell and bruise. Brittany's eyes glassed and she sniffed as she tried to stop tears from falling.
"And what form of punishment does the complainant wish to enforce if the debt is not paid?" asked the peacekeeper.
"I really need money for living, officer you know how difficult the standard life is." The villain feigned dread. "But I suppose 12 lashing will do for a substitute..." she continued with a sick smile on her face.
"No. You are not touching my brother." Spat Brittany.
"Then I suggest you pay your brother's debt, Miss." The head peacekeeper said, Blake removed his protective helmet which revealed his green eyes and closely shaved head. From his belt, he uncoiled his whip readying himself for the punishment.
"Head Peacekeeper Blake if I may-" interrupted a young man about the same as Brittany who was dressed in the same uniform. "Won't you let me handle this debacle? I will ensure to bring justice for both ends." He proposed.
The bulkily built man pondered for a moment, "Well Mr Evans, I shall grant you your request. I entrust that you will act appropriately in handling this situation. But, I am lending you my whip. Consider it as a special privilege, a welcoming gift from the force. Use it when... necessary..." Blake coiled his whip neatly and handed it to his subordinate who was pleased by his superior's approval. "I'll be in the head quarters if you need me, Jonik will stay here with if you need any assistance. I'll see you soon." Blake gave the younger man a firm pat on his shoulder and exited the scene.
People continued to speculate and the peacekeepers let them have their entertainment. "Hello Brittany." pronounced the new persecutor, his eyes glinted cruelly. He circled around the siblings in an intimidating manner.
By this time Santana had been caught up to the events by Rachel. They were both stood in the in crowd, watching the picture unfold before them. Santana wasn't sure with what to do; she felt as though she needed to help Brittany and Andre despite the unprovoked abused the blonde caused her.
"I really need to stop being so damn heroic. This is so not me." Santana noted herself.
However, Rachel reassured Santana that Brittany had dealt with situations like this before and so they should just remain idle until the situation calls for it. Santana wasn't sure when they're cue for interference was but she was getting impatient. She didn't know how things were handled in this district so maybe Rachel was right... She shouldn't get into the middle of things, plus Haymitch will probably not be happy if he hears about her making a scene. Although, she didn't like the predatory advances the guy with the in proportionate lips was doing.
"Now, forgive me Mrs Crelda. You may find my method in handling this situation slightly unconventional but I reassure you that it is equally effective. Everyone will go home satisfied and justice will be served. Now unlike my superior I have a third option: one-is to pay the debt, two- is for the physical punishment and the third one is... Well, I will graciously pay the debt but in exchange..." Evans leaned in to whisper to Brittany's ear "...Brittany you will have to do me a favour." He takes a deep breath to inhale Brittany's scent suggestively. "Would it be inappropriate for me to say that you smell absolutely delicious..." he adds on.
Brittany visible cringes at this and forces herself to breath to refrain from throwing up. Meanwhile Santana was really starting to take a dislike for the guy.
"Where the fuck is this guy getting his dialogue from? He sounds like he's auditioning for a play!" Santana thought to herself, her temper was starting to simmer as Sam boils Brittany and Andre in trepidation.
"So what do you say Miss Pierce? Option number three seems to be in everyone's best interest? Yes?" Sam Evans urged as he puts his arms friendly around Crelda who was swooning at the gesture.
"No..." Brittany answered.
"Oh? Well, that's a shame. How disappointing." Sam sighs exaggeratedly as he feigns pity.
"Well, move out of the way -"Sam lifts his wrist into a flicking motion causing the whip to wave and snap the air. "Would you look at that, Blake really has a thing for making punishments really memorable. He hasn't even cleaned this silly little snake of his." Commented Sam as he inspects the unhygienic weapon. The leather was stained with blood and bits of skin stuck to it. It was designed to hurt or to inflict some kind of infection upon its sufferer as Brittany observed the disgusting instrument of torment. "Ew. I'd hate to be the receiving end of this. Come on, move out of the way Brittany. I don't want to whip that pretty little face of yours." Sam prompts Brittany more out of the way, generally feeling wasteful with the notion of scarring Brittany's beautiful face.
"No! Just get it over and done with Sam!" Brittany screeched out of frustration.
"Brittany, I don't think you understand. Even if it takes me twelve or twenty-four lashing or whatever to get you off your brother, I'll still whip him twelve times. Really you're just causing yourself unnecessary pain, you see?"
Brittany remained unmoving, although her body was involuntarily shaking with fear and she hated how her it was betraying her. It was showing everyone how weak she is.
"Fine, suit yourself." Sam declared, he rolled his shoulders and brought his right hand back to whip Brittany out of the way.
In the crowd, Rachel who covered her face in horror and was too engrossed at the drama to notice that Santana had disappeared from her side. Sam made a semi-circle motion with his arm bringing the whip with him; but instead of the infected leather cutting Brittany it coiled around a tanned arm. The custom barbed wire bit generously on the limb piercing into the flesh making it bleed. Crimson liquid leaked and dripped on the four thick coils of leather and barbed. Simultaneous gasp and gag can be heard from the mass as they watched a young Latina, who was unflinching, prevent the attack. Mothers covered their children's eyes from the gore and people with queasy stomachs were making gagging noises. Nonetheless, they all shared a similar thought about the brunette; the girl's a stupid kind of hero.