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There is another scream filling my ears as I lay curled up in Santana's arms. Tears stain my cheeks and sobs escape my throat. Finn and Rachel sit opposite us in similar positions and at every little noise Rachel jumps. My whole body is shaking in fear.
"Shh," Santana whispers in my ear, "It's going to be okay." Another sob. Is it going to be okay? The sound of a gunshot can be heard throughout the basement room and Mr Schue looks at me with sympathy.
I have to go. I need to. "Why can't we fight back, we're stronger." I ask confused as to why the school is letting this happen. Santana runs her finger through my hair and her hand squeezes mine.
Artie, who is sitting on the floor close to us, replies to me, "The hunters use a plant called midnight supreme rose. If it gets into our bodies then it will make us so weak that we could die." Santana takes out her phone and shows me a picture of the plant. They have black leaves with blue around the edges and others with purple. I recognize it from somewhere.
We've been stuck down here for fifteen minutes and there are still students outside. Shouldn't we be trying to help them?
A door creaks above us and the whole room goes quiet. My heart thumps harder in my chest as the sound of heavy boots echoes of the walls. It is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Silent tears drop from my eyes. Now I really have to go. More footsteps can be heard. There must be three or four hunters up there. Suddenly, they get closer. The steps down the basement groan with the weight of someone. Slowly, the person takes one step at a time, coming closer to the door. I hold my breath and take one last look at Santana and pray that Quinn is okay.
Flash back to earlier that day.
"Can anyone tell me what intangibility is?" Mr Rivers asks in an old shaky voice, but I barely hear him. My attention is focused on my phone which is sitting on my lap.
To San: Wanna come over later? :)
From San: Sure, girlfriend ;)
I bit my lip to fight the grin that is threatening to take hold of my face. Ever since Santana and I made it official two days ago, I've been nothing but happy. I told her that Rachel knows about us and, surprisingly, she wasn't mad. That nigh Rachel and I talked non-stop about our relationships. It feels good to have someone to talk to, but I still wish I could tell Quinn.
"Brittany?"
My head snaps up at the sound of my name. "Sorry, what?" Mr Rivers repeats the question. Intangibility. I've heard that somewhere. Something soft hits my back and I turn to see Mercedes pointing at herself. Then it hits me. "It's the ability to walk through walls." I answer then mouth thank you to the girl behind me.
After last period I make my way to the locker area and see Santana standing beside some other Cheerios. I give her a wink and she tries to hide her giggle. Putting my books in the locker I notice Sam coming towards me.
"Hey Britt." He says and leans against the wall.
"What's up?" I reply and close the small metal door. My eyes glance over to my girlfriend again, but I see her glaring at Sam.
Sam smiles at me with his large mouth. "Nothing much, I was just wondering if you maybe want to go out tonight." I am about to tell him that I can because I'm with Santana, but then I remember that I can't.
"I'm sorry, Sam. I can't tonight." I tell him.
"Maybe some other time?" Sam asks.
I offer him a small smile, "Maybe."
I like Sam. Not in the way I like Santana, nowhere close to that. I like him like a brother or a cousin. I mean he's cute, but I just couldn't see it working out between us. When I look at Santana again her eyes are still pointed at Sam, as if she is trying to throw daggers at him.
We head to the doors and down the steps. "So did you hear about the ability hunters?" Sam questions as we stroll to our house.
"No." I haven't really heard much about them or what they are trying to do.
"There's a rumour going around that one of them found out about McKinley." I raise an eyebrow at this new information. Didn't they already know we were here? Wouldn't it be pretty difficult to hide a small town of people who have special powers? "Some kid probably made it up just to scare us though." I agree with him.
When we open the front door Kurt and Tina are in the kitchen talking and laughing. Trooping up the stairs, I make my way to my bedroom and throw my bag somewhere random.
"Ow!"
"Santana!" I yelp, "You scared me." Looking down at my hands I realize I've lit them on fire. I curl my fists and Santana snickers.
She struts towards me and laces her arms around my neck. "I'm sorry baby." I blush when she calls me 'baby'. "How was your day?" Santana unlocks her arms from me and sits on the small couch in the corner of the room. I plop myself down on my bed opposite her.
"Nothing new," Thinking of my day, I try to recall what happened, "Oh I didn't get slushied today!" I've been slushied every day since the start of school, but I guess the jocks just got bored.
"That's great!" San says. "What was trouty talking to you about?" I narrow my eyes at her. "Sorry, what was Sam talking to you about?"
Shrugging my shoulders I reply, "He asked me out tonight." Santana's face turns up in jealousy.
"What did you tell him?"
"I said I'd totally go out with him and we could even get it on if he wanted." I say this jokingly, but Santana jumps to her feet.
"You said what?" she shrieks.
A laugh bubbles from my throat, "I'm kidding. You know I only have eyes for you." Santana relaxes a bit and I grab her arms and pull her closer to me. My hands land on her hips while hers rest on my shoulders. Because I'm sitting down, Santana has to lean over to bring her face closer to mine. I take this opportunity to slide back and pull her with me. By the time my back hits the mattress she is already straddling me and placing small soft kisses along my collar bone. My hands guide her lips up to mine and I mould them together, feeling electricity between us. San's tongue darts out and licks my bottom lip, but I don't let her in. Groaning, she tries again and I can't resist so I open my mouth more and her warm tongue slips in to dance with mine. A moan escapes me when her hand slides under my top, her nails dragging along my skin and leaving goosebumps. Santana removes her lips from mine and begins nipping along my jaw up until she reaches my neck. Her hot breath hits my neck and my eyes roll to the back of my head. When she starts sucking it, I go crazy.
All at once a scream comes from outside. My eyes snap open and my body jolts up; causing Santana's to do the same.
"Britt, what's wrong?" She asks in a worried tone.
"Didn't you hear that?" I can still hear the scream perfectly in my mind.
Santana sighs, "It's probably just some kid." She answers, but I'm not convinced. I sit up and look out the window. No one is out there. That's strange. There are always people out on the campus. San puts a hand on my back.
"Are you okay?"
"Yea, it's just there's no one out there." I reply pointing at the window.
"What?" Santana crawls to where I was just sitting and peeks out the window. "Weird." She mumbles. All of a sudden she freezes. "Listen." She whispers. I pull my hair behind me ear in attempt to hear well. A small whimper comes from the room below us. I look at Santana and we quietly tiptoe to the door. As I reach for the handle it suddenly files open and I have to suppress a shout. Mr Schue stands at the other side with his finger to his lips, telling us to be quiet. His eyes scan over Santana, probably wondering why she is here.
"Go to the basement," He whisper, "Be quiet and bend down when you come to a window." My heart starts beating faster. What's going on? Before I get time to ask, Santana is tugging my hand. We tread soundlessly down the stairs and when we come to the large window, we push our bodies closer to the ground, trying to stay out of sight.
The door to the basement groans when we open it and another whimper bounces of the walls. Putting as little weight as possible on the wooden steps, we make it to the bottom door and gently open it. Inside, the rest of my friends hide in dark corners and behind whatever they can find. I feel myself tremble with fear. Santana leads me to behind the couch where Artie is also sitting.
I dart my eyes around the room, looking at everyone. They all have terror on their faces. I lean into Santana, "What's going on?" I ask, shakily. She shakes her head telling me that she has no idea.
Artie turns to me and whispers, "The ability hunters found us," I can see tears in his eyes, "They gunned down a dozen students outside." They're killing us. The door moans and I feel sick. Santana's hand is squeezing my so tight, I'm afraid the blood will stop flowing to it. Footsteps enter the room and I let out a breath when I notice it's only Mr Schue. He hurries over to me.
"I can't find Quinn." This is when my heart completely stops. My head feels dizzy and I want to be sick.
I crawl towards the door, but Mr Schue grabs me. "You can't go out there." He whispers. "There are hunters everywhere! You'll get caught."
"Quinn is out there right now, I need to get her." I yell whisper. I go for the door again, but this time it's Santana who stops me.
"Brittany, if they get Quinn they won't do anything to her because she's normal, but if they get you they'll kill you." I can see almost pain behind her eyes. I guess she's right, yet they could still hurt Quinn. I got her into this mess and I am not going to let anyone or anything hurt her. The sound of a gunshot breaks me from my thought. I can't let Quinn die. I quickly sprint for the door with tears in my eyes, but Puck wraps his arms around me before I can leave.
"If you go out there then we all die." His whispers in my ear and I stop struggling. My brain is so confused; if I stay down here, Quinn could be in danger, but if I go up there, I could draw attention to all of us and get us killed. So I do what I normally do in confusing situations: nothing.
My body falls back into Santana's and tears keep falling from my eyes. She wraps me in a hug and I cry into her shoulder. 'Quinn is okay' I repeat to myself over and over again. 'Nothing is going to happen to her'.
Five minutes pass and all seems quiet. Mr Schue peaks through the tiny window that is the size of a shoebox. When you look out of it you can see the wooden doors of The Halls. His turns to everyone. "It looks like they've go-" Two more loud bands erupt from outside and Santana begins rocking back and forth, trying to calm me. Rachel whimpers and Finn holds her closer to him. Throughout the room I can see everyone sitting with another person, as if they're afraid to sit alone. Rachel and Finn. Tina and Mike. Kurt and Mercedes. Puck and Sam. Artie and Mr Schue.
I decide to send Quinn a text. 'Are you okay?' I write and hope for a response.
Eight minutes.
Ten minutes.
Twelve minutes.
Nothing.
Artie tells me about the certain flower that can seriously hurt people like us and I suddenly remember where I saw it. It was down at the pond. The day I discovered my abilities I saw a flower that looked identical to the one in the picture.
My eyes sting from crying. The only thing I can hear in the room is breathing.
A door creaks above us and the whole room goes quiet. My heart thumps harder in my chest as the sound of heavy boots echoes of the walls. It is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Silent tears drop from my eyes. Now I really have to go. More footsteps can be heard. There must be three or four hunters up there. Suddenly, they get closer. The steps down the basement groan with the weight of a person. Slowly, the person takes one step at a time, coming closer to the door. I hold my breath and take one last look at Santana and pray that Quinn is okay.
The handle is pushed down at snail's pace. Puck stands to the side of the door, ready to pounce on whoever is about to enter. I close my eyes and the sound of a muffled scream and struggle can be heard. When it finally stops I open my eyes. Puck is standing over a man lying on the ground, dead. He had on large black boots, black clothing and a mask. To his side lies a gun filled with a purple substance, probably the plant. There is also a normal gun in a gun holder attached to his belt.
More movement from upstairs makes my heart race. I look to Mr Schue. "Please," I start, "Just let me go upstairs to see if I can find her. I'll take a gun." Santana loosens her grip on me. Mr Schue thinks about it for a second, adding up the pros and cons. Mostly cons.
I look to Santana, asking her if she would be alright with me going. She reluctantly sighs. "If it were you up there, I'd do anything to get to you." A sad smile appears on my face. Santana means so much to me. "If you go, I'm coming with you." My eyes widen.
"No," I say in a hushed tone, "I don't want you getting hurt because of me."
"Brittany, if I go it'll be faster, we can teleport." I know Santana is right, but I still don't want her to go. "I'm going."
Mr Schue speaks up, "You can only go if Santana goes with you."
"Fine." I mutter and grab the two guns, giving San the one with purple in it. She holds my hand.
"Where to?"
"My bedroom." And just like that, everyone around us disappeared and we were in my room. It looks as if no one has been in here yet. "Where would she be?" I think aloud.
The footsteps from below us can be heard perfectly. The hunters must be in the living room. "She's probably hiding in her room." I nod my head at San. "Let's go then." We tread softly to my already open door and poke our heads out to make sure it was clear. My feet carry me to Quinn's room. Rubbing my sweaty palms on my jeans, I tug the door handle. It makes a noise. I stop. I look towards the stairs to see if they heard. All clear.
Once the door is open, we slip in, looking around the room for any signs of Quinn. "She's not in here." I breathe to Santana. She points to the door leading into the bathroom and we saunter in. "Not in here either." I say. Just when we are about to leave a cry comes from behind the shower curtain. I rush over, pulling it open to reveal a blonde curled in a ball, shaking. "Quinn." I whisper. Her head snaps up and she lets a sigh of relieve out when she sees us.
I tell her to be quiet as she jumps up to hug me. "Thank god you found me." She says. I am about to respond when her body goes ridged. I pull back and see her looking behind my back. My body swings around and everything slows down. A man is standing with Santana in his arms and a gun pressed to her head.
"Don't move." He says, but it is muffled because of his face mask. Santana has tears streaming down her face and I feel anger and hatred boil my blood. 'Oh no,' I think to myself, 'When I get angry bad things happen'. That's when I feel my hands begin to shake, but I don't get warmer. This time I get colder.
The man presses the gun harder against Santana and she lets out a yelp of pain.
"Don't hurt her." I spit, tears dropping down my cheeks. The man laughs.
"Oh come on," He chuckles, "What do you think I'm here to do?" With that, he pushes Santana out in front of him and clicks his gun in place.
"No!" I scream and swing my hand out. Then it happens. The sink breaks of the wall and water comes spilling out of it. The water flies up to my hand and fires at the man before he can take the shot. It hits him with such pressure that his body smacks against the wall. All of a sudden, I pulling the gun from my jeans and aiming it at him.
One.
Two.
That's how many times I shoot him.
Then reality kicks in and I am torn out of my haze. Santana grabs mine and Quinn's hand and before I even realize what I did, we are back in the basement with the others staring wide eyed at us. My breathing is still uneven and my head is spinning. Did I just do that?
Did I just kill a man?
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