Scream Bitch

Stab Nine

Teachers of McKinley all sat in the staff room. Everyone was giving Mr. Schuester sympathy, telling him they couldn't believe a student would attack him.
"This just doesn't seem like Quinn." Mrs. Pillsbury would say.
"That's what substances does to you." Mr. Schue shook his head.
"I understand why she was drinking, i mean some of her friends have died! But she's really not a violent person." Coach Beiste said.
Mr. Schue sighed, "She's lucky she's only been let off with a fine."
The other teachers nodded. This was definitely a shocker and wake up call to everyone. The day went on, and none of the glee kids went to school that day. They physically and emotionally couldn't.
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As the day was nearing an end, Santana and Quinn were seated out in a field, planning their revenge on Mr. Schue. They knew there was still an accomplice to the murders, but unless they were able to remove the mask and reveal who it was like Scooby-Doo, then there really was no way they'd be able to go after them, too. So, they stuck to the main suspect.
"We could burn his house down while he's asleep?" Santana suggested.
Quinn narrowed her eyebrows and shook her head, "That's going a bit far, isn't it?"
"Quinn, you're forgetting he clearly has no heart, because he's killed several teens by now! Including one adult!" Santana argued. The young girl was ready to strike the curly haired man.
Quinn took a deep breath. Just as she was about to say something, her and Santana's phones started blaring with notifications. The two of them glanced at each other then down to their phones that were face down beside them.
Their faces dropped, and their bodies stiffened when they saw what all the commotion was about.
"Blaine's dead? Since when! Fuck me dead- sorry, not the right time to say that. Why is he targeting us kids?" Santana threw her phone onto the ground.
As much as the girls wanted to cry, they no longer could. They were growing uncomfortably numb to these murders because they're happening right after the other, giving them no time to mourn.
Santana's face then went pale; she had had a sudden epiphany. "Holy dagnabbit! I think Blaine has been dead for a while. None of us had heard anything from him all day yesterday!"
The girls were interrupted when they heard the sound of ambulance sirens speeding towards them. They watched in horror as it sped past them. They wondered if Blaine was in there, or if it was for someone else.
"I think i have a plan," Quinn turned to face Santana. "We can set Mr. Schue up. We can lure him somewhere, somewhere he'll think is a perfect place to commit a murder, but we'll have everything timed perfectly. When he's there, most likely trying to murder his victim, the police will rock up and capture him." A proud smile formed across Quinn's face.
Santana squinted, she couldn't tell if Quinn was serious or not. "Okay, although i have a much better plan. Let's just buy a gun from one of the weird kids, and shoot Mr. Schue on the spot. Let him see who killed him." An evil smirk showed on Santana's face, "And then we torch his body afterwards, or carve symbolic things into his skin with a knife!"
"I know we're about to do something cruel, but i don't want to go that far... You also seem like you're enjoying this way more than you should." Quinn sighed.
Santana shrugged. She wanted her revenge and nothing more. She wanted Mr. Schue to pay for what he's done to her friends'.
Quinn turned her head and looked into the distance, completely in a trans thinking about a good plan. Santana observed her, wanting to know what was going through her head. Then it hit Quinn like a ton of bricks. She turned to face Santana wide eye.
She had just come up with a splendid plan.