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Die In a Fire: The Living Tombstone
"V, you sure you don't wanna go?" Mister Shue calls out.
I brush my wet hair in my room, getting ready for the day. "I'm sure. You and my mom should enjoy the weekend today. I'll call you if anything. I have my panic button and we have new alarms for my friends only. Don't worry."
"Okay.
"I love you, Will."
"Love you more. We'll see you Sunday afternoon!" He leaves and I set my hairbrush down.
"Sunday afternoon isn't really a full weekend, you know?" I hear Luke say.
I see him and my mom standing behind me through my mirror. "Mom!" I turn and lunge.
"Uh-uh." He keeps my mom in a headlock.
"No! Don't—Don't hurt her!" Mom sobs.
"And you left your panic button in the living room." He sets down my broken panic button. "Nice house you have here, Nick." He sits my mom down in a chair and ties her arms behind her back. "Got a new life, perfect Peabody boyfriend, your daughter back. Who's also my daughter." He waves the gun around.
"No, she's not. You don't even share the same blood type. All you are is a—ah!" Mom yelps as Luke hits her across the face.
"No!" I tackle Luke and make him go past my vanity, now hitting the wall. "You son of a bitch!" I punch him.
He grunts and then grabs me. "Not a lot of neighbors, which is good!" He shoves me all the way back and sits me down in a chair. He then grabs his gun and ties my arms behind my back.
"Please. Don't." Mom begs.
"In case you wanna throw a party or something." He presses my remote and loud music blares through the walls.
"I'll-"
"Calm down." He raises the gun under my chin. "I just wanna talk to you. The both of you. This was long overdue, you know, since my incident two months ago. Orchestrated by your little partner in crime. The blonde one."
"I have no idea what you're talking about. I was told a guard did it." I rasp out.
"You're too smart to play dumb, my sweet. It's Sam, yes? Sam Evans. It's a shame he wasn't there at school. But I heard he's back now."
"If you touch one hair on his head, I'll put a knife in your eye." I whisper the last part.
"Well, we'll see about that, won't we?" Luke chuckles and grabs the roll of tape. "And maybe I'll go for that girl Rachel first. Or Brandon. Or Quinn. Or Santana. Or Kurt. Or Blaine. Or Tina. Mike. Puckerman. Artie. Mercedes. Sugar. Brittany. Tyler. Rory. The one you love the most—Finn Hudson. The one I intentionally left alive in that classroom." He leans down to me. "And William. William Schuester. The guy talked a bloody big game last time we crossed paths. I'm curious how hard he would fight for you both—his girlfriend and his non-heir."
