Scream Bitch

Stab Twelve

"Good morning Lima Ohio, this is BBC news and we've got another mask killing that's taken place late last night.
William Schuester, who works at William McKinley High has been found with severe beatings, a bullet to the foot and a bullet to the head."
"He was found at the indoor Golf Course down by 6th, stuffed away in a corridor, after a janitor found him.-"
The tv was turned off and the girl who was seated on the couch exhaled loudly and lazily move backwards on the couch.
"I don't want you going outside anymore, okay?" A motherly voice ordered.
"Ma, i can't stay cooped up inside!" The girl argued.
"Santana Lopez. There's been far too many killings going on lately, and we don't know who the murderer is. It's best to stay hidden and safe." Santana's mother said. She was in the kitchen cleaning the counter.
'If only she knew that i was the one who killed Mr. What's his name?' Santana thought. There was absolutely no way she could reveal she and Quinn were the reason Mr. Schue was dead.
Santana's eyes then widened- maybe they would find out soon? Santana has used her bare hands to hold onto her teacher's hair. Wouldn't the police find her DNA with more inspection?
Her heat began to speed up. There was no way she could be found guilty- sure she technically put a serial killer out of their 'misery', but she still committed a crime, and that crime could make her spend twenty or more years behind bars. Her entire family would disown her! There was no way they'd try to listen to her reasonings.
"Mr. Schue was such a nice guy..." Santana heard her mother say.
The young girl moved her head and looked at her mum. "What?" She asked.
Mrs. Lopez cleared her throat, "I said he was such a nice guy. Who could even do this to someone? A bullet to the head- how sick can you possibly be?" She scoffed.
'Well, shit..' Santana's mind started going crazy. She was bound to get caught sooner or later. Or perhaps she could get away with this murder?
"Maybe they had their reasons?" Santana spoke up. "No one ever kills for nothing."
"Murder is never the answer. There's much better ways to go on about this. Kids these days seriously have no heart. I'm glad you've turned out wonderful, though." Mrs. Lopez warmly smiled at her daughter.
Santana nervously smiled. Perhaps she should stop talking before she rats herself out?
"How come you're not sad your teacher's dead?" Mrs. Lopez questioned.
Santana's heart stopped for a split second. "Oh.. I am, it's just after losing so many friends in such little time, its kinda grown on me, you know?"
Her mother nodded understandingly. "I'm really sorry." She sympathetically said.
Her daughter waved a hand, brushing it off. She turned away from her mother and faced the black television in front of her. Staring at her reflection. She definitely fucked up, and she definitely took things way too far. And there was nothing she could fucking do without paying some sort of consequence.
The longer Santana stared at her reflection, she could've sworn she started to see it smile back at her, and that smile then turned to a devilish grin. Clearly, her conscious and even reflection knew there was no way of escaping this harsh reality.
She killed someone.
She beat them up before she killed them.
Her friend was an accomplice to murder.
They were both seriously fucked.