Scream Bitch

Stab Fifteen

Quinn and Santana were seated on wooden a bench by a shopping district. It was a miracle they were even allowed to leave their houses, but with a lot of pleading, their parents eventually caved in. The two girls hadn't said a word to each other the entire time they'd met up. Their legs bounced up and down, they played with their fingers and their breathing was noticeably faster.
It wasn't long before they got many concerning looks from people passing by.
Santana couldn't take it any longer. She rose to her feet and looked Quinn in the eye.
"We fucked up, Q. Like really fucked up." She whispered.
Quinn nodded. She agreed with her friend, probably far more than what Santana thought. They knew they meant to hurt Mr. Schue, but they certainly didn't think it'd effect them this much, not after everything he's done!
"What do we do?" Quinn anxiously asked, "I can't go to jail, and there's still another serial killer out there."
Santana crossed her arms, "There's no way i'm going to jail either. And forget them, we already committed a huge crime. We'll let the officers deal with the other person."
Quinn looked down to her feet that dangled above the ground. "They're going to catch us...."
Santana looked around at every person that walked by. Sighing, she sat next to Quinn again and placed her hand on her knee.
"Well, it's not like we can leave town, we'll definitely be put on the suspect list. Just play it cool for now, yeah? We'll deal with everything when the time comes-"
"The time has come!" Quinn raised her voice. "Santana, the police are searching for a.... Serial killer." She lowered her voice, "We have to know what we're doing now."
Before Santana could reply, a familiar voice called out to them. They heard the sound of heals clicking on the ground, heading towards them.
The two looked up and saw Mrs. Pillsbury. Their former student council tilted her head and raised her eyebrows.
"Yous should be home, should you not?" Mrs. Pillsbury questioned when she reached the two teenagers.
The teacher looked pale, and the bags under her eyes were dark, like she hadn't gotten a goodnights sleep in a very long time since hearing about Mr. Schue.
"Why?" Santana asked.
"It's incredibly dangerous out here nowadays." Mrs. Pillsbury shook her head, "News just came out earlier today, another person has been murdered. Their blood was smeared all over the wall, spelling out 'GhostFace'." Mrs. Pillsbury shivered.
The two teens went wide eye. They hadn't heard about another killing.
"Oh, it's no one from McKinley, but i still feel awful for their family." The teacher informed.
Santana's eyelids felt heavier, she looked to the ground then back up at their teacher, "We had no clue."
On the contrary, the two girls felt they could potentially get away with Mr. Schue's murder if the other killer was running around.

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Mrs. Pillsbury eventually left Quinn and Santana alone. They turned to face each other, both having lost the colour in their faces.
Too many emotions and thoughts were going through their heads. They could get away with a murder. Or could they? They never staged it to make it seem like GhostFace had committed the crime. The person working with Mr. Schue would also probably come after them now, considering Quinn was one of the last victims Mr. Schue had targeted.
Quinn gulped, "I think we should consider hiding from this other GhostFace."
Santana looked at her. She thought the same, but she knew hiding wouldn't do anything. If anything, it'd probably make everything worse.
"We can't hide... They'll just find us."
Quinn bit her lower lip, and her hands clenched tighter on the edge of the wooden bench. "I can, though. I'm going to a new school with high security."
Santana did a doubly take. Her friend hadn't brought this to her attention.
"What?" Santana exclaimed. "What school? And why? Changing schools isn't going to do anything. Encase you hadn't realised, at McKinley we have cameras, yet that did absolutely jack-shit!"
It was obvious Santana wasn't entirely on board with this. And as much as she felt like arguing about it further, she knew that wouldn't change anything.
"I'm not the one who decided this. My parents' did, when they found out about the whole killer situation..."
Santana contemplated what to say next. For a moment, she thought she had the right reply, but in the end, she realised it was far beyond something then what Quinn would want to hear in the moment.
Instead, she entwined her hand with the blondes.
The two went quiet again, as their bodies soaked up the suns rays.