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It was a late night. A family was out on a late night scroll. The father was in the driver seat while the mother was beside him in the passenger seat and in the backseat was a little blonde girl. There was something else in the back with her, but she couldn't see what because it was so dark. The little girl remembers hearing her father and mother talking about something and laughing. They seemed so happy.
Her father turns to say something to her. She knew he was saying something because his lips were moving, but she couldn't quite hear him.
“What? I can’t hear you daddy.” She says in a soft childlike voice.
Before she could register anything else he would say to her, she noticed a blinding light ahead of them. She thought it was the sun, but it was coming towards them and fast. Everything happened so fast, she wasn’t able to process it was until it was too late.
There was a loud crash and screaming. The car flips over. She felt herself take off her seatbelt and throw her body over something, as if to protect it, but she didn’t know what. She hears a scream "Lucy!" before her world goes black.
When she comes to, she felt the pain go all over her little body. She tries to use what little strength she has to open her eyes and look around for her parents.
“Mommy…daddy.” She calls out. Tears were streaming down her face from both the pain and the not knowing where her parents were. She looks around some more when she once again sees that same blinding light. Fearing what is may be, but not able to move, she softly sets her head down and closes her eyes, hoping that it will pass by soon. When she once again opens her eyes, she finds herself being carried. She looks up. She can't see the person's face, just the outline. From what little she could see, she can tell it was a man.
Sensing she had awaken, the man looks down. He says something to her, but she couldn't hear it. Hear ears were still ringing from the crash.
"I-I-I…I can't h-hear you." she says quietly, not being able to speak louder with the pain in her body.
Suddenly the man stops, then places his hand on her head. In a deep calm voice he says "It's time"
She wants to ask him what he meant, but before she can, she feels a sharp pain coursing through her body...
She wakes up.
"AAHHHHHHH!"
Quinn shot up in her bed. There was a sharp pain that went along her back. At first she thought it was just in her dream until she felt it again. She tried to reach back to see what it could be, but another ripple of pain ran across her.
“Ahhh!” She screams again. Tears filling her eyes.
The pain increased. It felt as if someone was running a knife along her shoulder blades cutting something off. Blood flowed down her back and through her shirt.
Through the pain, images ran through Quinn's mind. Images of a sunset skyline and clouds, but not as if looking at them from the ground. It was as if she was standing on those very clouds. She saw what looked to be dark figures of people, only they looked different from the people she's seen. All were dressed in armor and holding shields. They looked as if they were preparing of war. They also had…wings? Quinn didn't know what she was looking at and the pain in her back wasn't helping her.
Across the hallway, her best friend and roommate, Santana Lopez, heard her screaming and came rushing over.
"Q…Quinn, what's going on?" Santana asks. But Quinn could not answer because of the pain. "Q!" Santana tried to help her, but didn’t know what to do or what was going on. She felt horrible for just watching her friend go through all this pain.
As she watched her friend screamed in agony, Santana noticed something odd. She saw some strange writing appear on Quinn's arm and ran all over her body. “Holy shit…Q what the hell is going on?" Santana ask frantically.
"AHHHHH!" There was a bright glow around her as Quinn let out one last painful yell.
The suddenly everything stopped. Quinn fell back on her bed, breathing hard, eye closed and sweat dripping down her face. On her back, the blood was still flowing, seeping through her shirt and sheets.
Santana cautiously approached the blonde.
"Q, are you okay?" She receives no answer. "Oh God, please don’t be dead.” Still nothing. “Come on Q get up." Santana says, voice on the edge of panicked.
Suddenly Quinn shots up and out of bed, nearly knocking Santana on the floor.
"Where's the first aid kit?” Quinn asks.
Santana looks at her confused.
"I-in the bathroom where it always is." Santana response confused. Quinn rushes to the bathroom. "Quinn what the hell is going on? What the hell was that?" Santana asks following her to the bathroom. Santana was very confused and worried about her friend. One moment she was screaming at the top of her lungs and then the next she’s moving and acting like none of that just happened.
"Look San, I can't talk right now. I have to go." Quinn says pulling out the first aid kit. She quickly pulls off her shirt, hissing as the fabric brushes across her injuries. Santana gasps when she sees the wounds. On each side of her back were huge gashes, as if someone were cutting off something…wings possibly. Though she's not sure if Santana gasped because of the wounds and how much blood or because of the apparent new ink she had all over her.
"Oh My god, Your back." Santana looks at her wounds worried. "Seriously what the hell happened to you?" She was still so baffled. Quinn ignores her and continues to patch herself up by stitching up her wound openings. Deciding what to do, but still not sure, Santana leaves the bathroom and heads to her own room. Quinn still wasn't paying attention. She was moving like a woman on a mission.
Quinn quickly stepped in the shower to wash of the blood, then gets dressed. She puts on a pair of gray cargo pants, a black v-neck shirt, a black army vest, a trench coat and a pair of black combat boots.
As she grabs her keys and makes her way to the door, Santana, fully dresses in a pair of black jeans, a white tank top, black leather jacket and a pair of boots, steps in front of her blocking her way.
"S, what…" Quinn starts.
"I'm coming with you." Santana says leaving no room for argument. Doesn't mean Quinn wasn't going to try.
"No Santana, it's to dangerous." Quinn says walking past her.
"To…to dangerous…Quinn I just watched you being slashed in your sleep by…I don't know…Freddy Kruger or some shit, and then you just get up like it was nothing and go all warrior princess. I'm pretty fucking freaked out right now, and I need some answers. So if you’re not going to give them to me now, then I'll just have to go with you and get them. Besides, I've been by your side for years. I'm not gonna let you tackle whatever the hell you think you have to do alone." Santana exclaims.
Quinn really wants to leave her there. She doesn't want Santana to get hurt in what she was about to do. She was the only family she had. As much as she wanted to leave the other girl behind, she could tell that from the look on the Latina's face, she was not going to back down easily.
"This could be really dangerous Santana." Quinn says.
"We've been through worst." Santana shrugs. Quinn can't help but chuckle. Her friend had no idea of what they were about to get themselves into.
"Okay fine. Just please follow my lead, don't be a hero and whatever you do don't get yourself killed." Quinn says before walking out of the apartment.
"Killed…wait what?" Santana says chasing after Quinn.
The two headed to Quinn's car. As they drove, Santana was feeling pretty uneasy. It was after 2 am in the morning, too late for anything to be open.
"Uh, Q…where exactly are we going?" Santana asks trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice. She was too badass for that.
"Gun shop." was all Quinn said. Santana waited for an explanation that would never come.
"Ohhh-kayyy."
The rest of the drive was quiet. 15 minutes later the two arrived at the closet gun shop in Cleveland, which was closed.
"It's closed…so now what?" Santana asks. Quinn looks from Santana then back to the shop.
Inside, Security Guard Dan was making his rounds. He had heard some noise coming from the west wing and went to check it out. What he was not expecting was to be knocked out by some blonde female college student falling in from the ceiling.
Once Quinn was finished with the security guard, she went to shut off the alarm system to let Santana in. Santana nearly trips over the body of the unconscious guard.
"You know when I asked how we were getting in, this is not what I had in mind." Santana says. Quinn smirks at her.
"Grab everything you can and a shit load of amo. We're gonna need it." Quinn instructs.
"Whoa what…we're stealing now." Santana says in disbelief and confusion.
"San, you asked to be here and this is what you get. Besides, its not like they're going to miss it. Not after what's about to happen." Quinn says grabbing a few black duffel bags and passing one to Santana.
"About to happen…what are you talking about?" Santana asks.
"I don't have time to explain, just grab everything and hurry." Quinn says leaving no room for protest. Santana just stares at her friend not knowing what to do or what was going on, so she just did as she was told and grabbed a bunch guns and ammunition.
"You're still a good shot right?" Quinn asks as they finished loading up.
"Uh yea, I guess. Thanks to tio Mike and his crazy obsession about being prepared for the end of the world." Santana says half joking half little worried.
"I'm starting to think tio Mike wasn't that far off." Quinn says. Santana looks at her confused. Quinn felt a strange tingle in the back of her head. "We have to get moving. Now."
"What why?" Santana asks, but Quinn doesn't answer and walks straight to the back of the store. "Uh are we not going to use the front door?"
"Nope" was all Quinn said.
"Do I want to know why?" she asks as she follows the blonde.
"You can ask but you'll just be wasting your breath."
"Story of the night i guess." Santana mutters to herself
They get to the back door, but it was locked.
"Shit, now what do we do?" Santana asks. Again Quinn felt the tingle.
"Back up." she says
"What?"
"Santana, back up." Quinn says more forceful.
Suddenly the door and all near it exploded. Once the debri cleared up, the now departed door and walls had taken a new shape of a cross, fire still burning around its edges.
"Whoa…again not what I had in mind." Santana says. "Seriously Q, what the hell is going on?" Quinn wasn't able to answer her before they hear police sirens. "Oh shit" Santana panics and hides behind the walls. Quinn doesn't move from her spot. "Q, what the hell are you doing? Get down." Santana asks and goes ignored.
Two police cars pull up to the burning building and four police officers emerge from the cars, all drawing their guns and pointing them at Quinn.
"FREEZE!" one of the police says. "DROP THE BAGS AND PUT YOU HANDS OVER YOUR HEAD!" the cop instructed.
After he says that, all the police monitors inside the cruisers starts to go crazy.
"Shit" Quinn mutters under her breath. "It's starting. We don't have much time." she says.
The cops each look at each other confused.
"DROP THE FUCKING BAGS AND PUT YOUR HANDS OVER YOUR HEAD NOW!" a chubby cop says. Quinn gives him a sideways glance. "DO IT NOW!" With that Quinn does as she was told and drops the bags.
"Oh shit" Santana says quietly from her hiding spot. She had to come up with a way to get her and her friend out of this.
"Alright now turn around slowly." another cop instructs. Quinn does as told. "Karofsky, go cuff her." a younger looking cop goes to cuff Quinn. Before he could cuff her, Quinn quickly turns it around on him, grabbing him and pulling his own gun out on him. The other cops were too shocked to know what to do.
"Whoa!" all the cops and Santana said, looking astonished.
"LET HIM GO!" the chubby cop says
"Hummel just shot her!" Karofsky chokes out.
"I SAID LET HIM THE FUCK G-" the cop suddenly stops. Lights began to flicker on and off around them and his, along with the other cops, whole bodies start to shake, their heads also going haywire.
"What the fuck?" Santana and Karofsky stared in shock while Quinn waited for it to happen.
"It's started." she says.
Then it all stops. The three remaining cops looks at the two people in their view, only now the cops don't look like themselves. Their eyes were dilated and fully black, and their teeth were small like baby teeth, but sharp.
Santana's eyes grew wide at the sight.
"Michael" the cop that used to be Hummel says.
Santana's face scrunches in confusion. Who was this guy talking to? And why did he just call Quinn Michael? Clearly he can see that Quinn was very much a female. Santana's confusion only deepened when she saw Quinn's posture change at the sound of the name. Oh if they got out of this alive, Quinn had a hell of a lot of explaining to do.
"Michael, what are you doing? These were not your orders." not Hummel says.
Quinn shakes her head. "No, I'm following my own orders now." she replies.
'What the fuck?' Santana mouths silently.
"Very well…then you will die along with the child." he says.
"What the hell…Hummel you know this chick?" Karofsky asks.
Without hesitation, the cop Hummel but not Hummel lifts up his gun and shoots Karofsky clean in the head. Quinn quickly moves out of the way. All of the cops then start to shoot at Quinn. Quinn dodges them all before taking out her own gun. Along with the one she took from the now dead cop, she too begins to fire her weapons, shooting two on the police officers point blank.
When she thinks the coast is clear, Quinn goes to grab the bags of guns she collected. What she didn't know was that there was one more cop still alive and slowly approaching behind her. Before the cop could get to her, two shots ran through the night. Quinn turns around to find Hummel with two bullet wounds in him, one on his chest and the other in his head. She turns to see Santana standing there, gun drawn. Quinn goes to her and takes the gun from her shaking hands.
"Come on, we have to go." Quinn says.
She heads to one of the police cruisers. Santana snaps out of it when she saw Quinn placing the duffel bags in the back of the trunk.
"Whoa…whoa we're jacking a cop car…No Way!" Santana exclaims.
"Santana, we don't have time for this. We have to get going." Quinn says.
"Going…going where? And what the hell was that back there? Who the fuck is Michael? Just…what the hell is going on here Quinn?" Santana asks frantically.
"I don't have time to explain…" Quinn starts.
"Well make time, Q!" Santana shouts. "Cause this whole night has been fucking crazy. I just broke into a gun shop, stole a shit load of guns, and shot a fucking cop! I think I deserve a fucking explanation. I killed a cop Q!" Santana rants.
"Well…would you feel better if it told you he wasn't really a cop anymore?" Quinn says sheepishly. Santana didn't not look so amused.
"Quinn, please. Just…please tell me what is going on?' Santana asks practically begging.
Quinn sighs. She knew none of this was easy for her friend. She had just been roped into this. Of course it was of her own choosing, but at the same time she knew that her friend would never leave her side, so was it really a choice? She was scared and confused, which was not easy for the Latina to admit. (Really, the last time she felt that way was when she realized she was gay and that was not an easy road for either of them.) Yet still through all of this, Santana was still by Quinn's side.
"Alright, I'll tell you everything on the way there." Quinn says hopping into the car.
"There? Where's there?" Santana asks also getting into the car.
"Lima" Quinn says taking off down the road.
As they drove down the street, the lights continued to flicker on and off and the night sky looked darker than usual.
End of Chapter 1