trapped

Chapter 2: Two Down

Well heres chapter two:) Hope you enjoy it, I have good plans for this fanfic! 

Rachel glared coldly in front of her, her blood freezing in her veins as she stared at the motionless limbs on the bloody floor.

She couldn't talk, she couldn't move, she couldn't scream.

She couldn't breathe.

"Mr. Schue?"

Finn's voice echoed throughout the auditorium, causing her to jump at the sudden sound. His footsteps were made along the stage, and she shivered slightly, her eyes never leaving her teacher's body.

Broad hands wrapped along the center of her waist, and she suddenly felt herself being lifted upwards from the heat of the blood, to the comfort of Finn's chest. "Stay calm," he whispered lowly into her ear, his arms covering her shaking frame.

One hot tear strung from her eyes, hastily running down her cheek, as she stared at her teacher, no, her inspiration, lying face first on the floor. "What's wrong with him?" she croaked, her voice hoarse from dryness.

She felt Finn shrug around her, his hold on her tightening. "Don't move okay?"

She nodded, already missing the safeness of his arms as he released her. He walked in front of her, kneeling down beside Mr. Schuester. He groaned as his shoes sunk into the overwhelming amount of blood beside his body, his heart racing as he reached forwards, grasping his teacher's shoulder and turning him over.

His pulse quickened as he witnessed the cause of the bloodied mess, the unanswered calls, the shivering silence.

He felt his throat clog at the sight of his teacher, his throat slit and gushing, in front of them. Until it heard a scream, snapping him back to bravery.

He whipped his head towards Rachel; innocent, defenseless Rachel as she stood with her hands cupping her mouth, tears falling freely from her eyes. He needed to protect her, stay strong. For her.

He got up from the floor, rushing to her side as he stood in front of her, blocking her view from witnessing her dyeing teacher. She collapsed, and he caught her in the center of his arms, her head landing against the softness of his chest.

He weaved his fingers through her hair, trying to calm the harsh sobs that ripped through her lungs.

"Who did this?" she bawled, her fingers clinging to the cotton of his shirt. Tearstains leaked into his material, marking its sadness. "What's happening?"

"I don't know Rach . . . do you have a cell phone?" he asked, his heart racing franticly. She shook her head against his chest. "They're gone, our bags, someone took them."

Finn breathed heavily as fear washed through him, which was quickly replaced by grief as the reality of the situation struck him hard. Mr. Schuester was dead. And they were the only ones in the school. But with one unwanted visitor . . .

"We need to get out of here." The words came out in such a blur, that he wasn't sure he even said them. "Now."

Rachel pulled back, her expression mixed between anguish and confusion. "But, b – but Mr. Schue – "

He grabbed her shoulders tightly, tilting his head towards her. "Rachel. There's a reason why Mr. Schuester's dead. That means someone's in here, and we need to get out of here before he finds us."

Rachel shook her head, her face stained in her own tears. "We can't leave him here."

He hesitated, softly rubbing a thumb over her wet cheeks. "You can stay here," he said quietly, "lock yourself in here, don't answer to anybody, not even me, and stay here, I can't allow you to risk yourself out there. I can get out of here, get some help, and come back for the both of you."

A low sob escaped her chapped lips, and she leaned her head against his chest, her breath breaking into pants of distress. "I can't . . ." she cried.

He hooked a finger under her chin, tilting her head back to look at him. "Why?"

She grabbed his finger from underneath her chin, holding his hand closely to heart pulsing heart. "I'm not letting you go alone, I'm coming with you."

He gulped loudly as she stared down at her, his thoughts scattered across his brain. "Rachel I can't allow – "

A sharp squeak of a show echoed throughout the auditorium, causing the two teenagers to grip each other tightly, panic covering their body. "Let's get out of here," he urged as he grasped her hand, pulling her along the bloodied stage that she once called home.

They crashed through the auditorium doors, tight air filling their lungs as they entered the hallway that would lead them to the main office. Muffled cries tore from her throat as he dragged her along the tiles, the image of Mr. Schuester's corpse overcoming any thought chance of survival.

"Come on Rach, keep running," she heard Finn chant as he practically carried her down the end of the hallway, a gasp of relief breaking him as they stood in front of the main office, their wanted destination.

Finn rushed over to the door, rage soaring through him, as he noticed how the door wouldn't open. He bulked, bouldering his shoulder against the door, kicking against it with such force that he thought his foot would break at the contact.

"Damn it!" he cried, pushing his hands against the door once more before falling against it, his back slithering to the floor. He turned his head to the side, desperately searching for the hopeful eyes of Rachel, only to be left with an empty space.

"RACHEL?" he yelled, his heart hammering as a tiny whimper echoed throughout the hallway. He turned around, surprised to see her limping forward, a nearby fire extinguisher in her hands.

He looked at her in confusion as she walked past him, in front of the patterning rows of large windows surrounding the office rooms. She shifted her arms backwards, the fire extinguisher swinging in her hands as she flung it forwards, the extinguisher flying into the breaking glass of the window.

Glass shattered around them as Finn jumped forwards, pushing Rachel to the floor as tiny pieces of crystals flew around in nearby places. He covered her body with his, his arms shielding her face from any harm as the continuous shower of glass rained over them, cutting through his muscle. He winced when he felt one ripped through her skin.

She whimpered slightly as he pushed off of her, the storm of glass stopping with damage. She held her shoulder as a small amount of blood oozed on her skin from a tiny scrap to her blade.

"You okay?" he asked her cautiously, taking her hand in his. She nodded curtly, squeezing his fingers as they stepped throughout the broken window, sighing in relief as they discovered a work phone by the desk of Principal Figgins.

Rachel ran towards it; her hand reaching for the phone, only to come face-to-face with the mutilated body of her principal, his lifeless eyes staring up at her while blood poured from the deep gashes in his neck and stomach.

Finn froze, grabbing her by the waist and pushing her away from the bleeding body as faint panic began to bubble in her chest. Right now, there was no time for sympathy. Only survival.

His outstretched hand reached for the receiver, avoiding the blood that covered the pool of his feet. He held the phone to his ear.

It was disconnected.

He arched an eyebrow as held the phone backwards, staring at it in curiously. His hands found the cord and searched below it, his fingers trailing along the path of the cord until it came to an unexpected end.

It was cut in half.

AHHH CLIFFHANGER! Well i hope you liked it:) Sorry had to kill mr schue:(