Scream Bitch

Stab Ten

Mr. Schue walked into his office, and came to an abrupt stop when he saw a folded piece of paper on his desk. Carefully, he picked it up and gently unfolded it. There was only a few words written on it, and Mr. Schue assumed it was Mrs. Pillsbury's doing.
'Meet me at the golf club tonight, 5pm'
He placed the note into his back pocket and sat down. He couldn't lie, he was definitely excited to finally be hanging out with his crush. Although his wife Terri would certainly kill him if she found out about the situation.
As soon as his shift was over, Mr. Schue headed home real quick and tidied himself up. He slicked his hair back with gel, much like Blaine used to do. Picked out one of his favourite vests and jeans. In all seriousness, he didn't look any different than what he normally looked like on the day to day, the only difference was his hair.
The teacher walked out to his car, unlocked it and took a seat in it, the car lowering just slightly with his weight. He buckled himself in and took the piece of paper he'd been holding onto out of his front pocket on his pants. He unfolded the note with care and gazed over the message. He was going to be ten minutes early, and he had hoped Emma Pillsbury wouldn't mind.
Mr. Schue pulled up into the golf clubs parking lot and found himself a spot that was closest to the entrance of the building. It was night now, and everything was lit up with neon colours.
He walked inside and was taken back at how obnoxious the lights were. You really couldn't be light sensitive and come in at night. Almost instinctively, he covered his eyes with his hand and walked over to the receptionist that seemed all too tired to be working.
"One ticket please." Mr. Schue said.
The person behind the counter groaned and printed up a ticket for him, then handed Mr. Schue a golf club and golf balls.
Mr. Schue walked towards a push door and opened it, revealing a massive indoor golf course.
The adult took a seat and waited for his date. He waited for thirty minutes, then another ten. As time continued to go on, he soon realized Mrs. Pillsbury wasn't coming. Either she bailed, or, Mr. Schue had been set up.
He looked around the room with his eyes and saw two familiar faces creeping up on him from the distance. Mr. Schue cackled and rose to his feet. He walked over to the two teens and a devilish grin grew on his face.
"Fancy seeing yous here, Quinn and Santana." He said.
Santana nodded, "Could say the same to you too. Are you here on your own, or did your date ditch your ass?"
Mr. Schue pursed his lips together and nodded, "I know what you girls are doing. Yous are going to try to sabotage me- well guess what, the police are already on my side. Nothing's going to happen."
The two girls glanced at each other then smirked.
"Who said anything about police? Who said we couldn't handle you on our own?" Quinn tilted her head to the side.
Santana cleared her throat then used an incredibly soft voice, audible enough for the two people surrounding her to hear only. "Here's what's going to happen, buddy. You're going to come with us, down that small ally-way." Santana pointed to the far end of the room. "And then we'll see what happens from there onwards."
Mr. Schue laughed maniacally, then looked down to the girls. "I'm surprised yous were even capable of pulling this off- i mean, c'mon, when did yous sneak into the school? I thought yous would have been too traumatized to go back after everything that's happened."
"There's a lot you don't know about us." Quinn firmly said, then lifted up her shirt, revealing a concealed pistol, tucked into her pants. "Now come with us."
Mr. Schue raised his hands in the air and smirked, he followed the two girls to the back of the room into a dark corridor. Quinn walked behind Mr. Schue, whereas Santana led the way.
The dark ally-way like corridor came to an end and the trio stopped in their tracks. At the end of the corridor was a small light tucked away in the corner, illuminating the room slightly.
Quinn pulled out the gun and pointed it at Mr. Schues head, a blank expression plastered on her face. "Sit down, now."
Mr. Schue did as she instructed, a grim smile on his face. He clearly wasn't intimidated by the girls, and there was only one way to fix that.
"Disgusting pig." Santana murmured.
"You kids aren't violent, yous wouldn't kill another human being, would you?" Mr. Schue wondered.
"I don't know, i guess we only have one way to find out." Santana pulled a baseball bat out from behind her back. It was a kids sized bat, so it was a lot easier to hide from people.
"If you kill me, you know there's still someone else you gotta go after?" Mr. Schue raised his eyebrow.
"We know. But you're our main priority right now." Quinn took a step closer towards her teacher.
"You kids are going to die if you kill me." Mr. Schue warned.
Quinn placed her index finger under her chin and looked up to the ceiling, then back down to her nemesis. "Funny, i thought you tried to kill me? If the other person doesn't know you're dead and they don't know we killed you, then they can't do anything."
Santana knelt down and looked her former glee and Spanish teacher in the eye, "Why are you killing us? What did any of us kids' ever do to you?"
Mr. Schue glanced down to his feet as if in thought. He sighed then looked back up. His grim smile never left his face.
"Nothing."
"What the fuck do you mean we did nothing? No one kills for no reason!" Santana stood up, getting ready to swing the bat.
"Yous didn't necessarily do anything. I was just trying something different." Mr. Schue shrugged.
'What kind of morbid answer is that?' Quinn thought, "You killed our best friends!"
Will Schuester laughed and shrugged. He clearly didn't care about what he'd done. Santana shook her head in disgust, and without hesitation, gripped onto the bat tightly and forcefully swung it. Bashing Mr. Schue in the head. He toppled to the side, then sat up again. As if he felt no pain, Mr. Schue grinned from ear to ear.
Santana swung the bat again, this time, making sure to get his jaw. A loud popping sound could be heard over the sound of wood colliding with skin and bone. Mr. Schue clutched onto his jaw and pushed it back into place, sending shivers down Quinn and Santana's spines.
"What in gods name is wrong with you?" Quinn looked down at Mr. Schue. hatred filling her eyes.
Before Mr. Schue could answer, Quinn's phone 'dinged'. She pulled it out of her pocket and saw it was a message from her father.
'On our way home now. Cya soon xx'
'Great.' Now Quinn had to deal with her parents while she was dealing with this whole situation.
She placed her phone back in her pocket and continued pointing her gun at Mr. Schue. Her intrusive thoughts were taking over. All it'd take was one pull on the trigger and she could end his life. She could potentially even keep him alive on purpose by missing his vital organs, then a bullet to the head.
Santana continued to beat the shit out of Mr. Schue, and every time she laid a hit on him, he laughed. He was absolutely insane! Without warning, a loud gunshot rang through their ears. The music was fairly loud inside the golf club, so there was no worry encase they'd hear.
Mr. Schue screamed, and clutched onto his foot. Santana lunged forward and forcefully placed her hand over his mouth. If no one heard the gunshot, they'd definitely hear his screams.
Quinn had fired the gun, and without even thinking about the consequences.