Consequences (1/?)
Title: Consequences (1/?)
Author: Chewinggum20
Rating: NC-17 for language and violence
Length: 1046
Spoilers: None really but season one just to be safe
Summary: Jacob finally snaps and Quinn learns the hard way…
A/N: This is my first FF posted here so I hope it don't suck massively. Comments would be nice and I will try and post as regularly as possible but don't hold me to it :-)
You watch them. You have been watching them for a while now that it has almost become habit, but they don't know it. They are still under the illusion that what they are and the things they do remain a secret to the rest of the school, but they are wrong because you know. You think it's a shame you were kicked off of the school newspaper because this would have gone down in McKinley High’s gossip history and it would have been a good way at getting back at that cheerleading bitch Quinn. However not all is lost you think because you have a bigger and better plan, which is sure to make more of an impact on the history of McKinley.
You watch as that blonde bitch smiles at her girlfriend, who you have been trying to win over since forever. You allow yourself to admit they look absolutely besotted with eachother. You imagine the sickly sweet whispering that is being said between the two of them and it makes your stomach tighten in frustration. The anger that has been building and building inside of you is threatening to take over and you are kind of scared at the control you are slowly losing over yourself, but you are long past caring to try and stop it.
As you open the hall door, you begin to feel your heart beat so fast you think it might jump right out of your chest. You see the two girls break apart as they hear your footsteps coming closer and you smile. Gotcha. You walk towards them; Rachel has walked five lockers down to her own locker. You stop so you are just centred between them. Today will be the day you are going to make them aware that you know about them, you were going to gain power over them, instead of constantly being trampled by the upper end of the school hierarchy?
"Hey wanna know something I know?" you say mockingly, you feel Quinn roll her eyes and you relish in the fact that she has no idea what’s about to go down.
"What now Jacob?" you hear the tint of nervousness in her voice; and you can almost hear the repeating of ‘shitshitshit!’ running through her mind.
"I know you two are keeping a huge secret from the rest of the school.” You glance briefly over to Rachel who is failing miserably at looking uninterested and that makes you smirk; then Quinn begins to talk again.
"Jacob go away. When will you get it into your pea sized brain that nobody in this school cares what you have to say anymore, especially since you no longer write for the school paper… Nobody cares about you" and you swear you hear her laugh a little.
That’s all it takes, Quinn Fabrey telling you that nobody cares about who you are and what you stand for. That’s all it takes for you to snap. You feel it, that little piece of thread that was keeping you and your actions as one has snapped and suddenly you are no longer in control.
You look at Quinn and you think you can see it register on her own face that she may have gone too far.
"You know what Quinn I am sick of you and your fucking cheerleading sluts and those fucking jocks keep messing with my fucking head! .. You think it is okay to come into school day after day after FUCKING day and keep breaking me down... Well I have had it up to here" and for emphasis you quite forcefully jab your fingers into your temple, and it works because you see the blonde shrink back into the lockers and this only feeds the power within you. "I am sick of losing, I am sick of constantly being at the bottom of the high school food chain ... not anymore Quinn, now it is your turn to have something ripped away from you. I am going to go down in McKinley history Quinn; I am going to win..."
You know you have gone mad, you feel it inside you like a hurricane set out to destroy everything in its path.
You look at her and she is scared because you know she see's nothing behind these eyes of yours since you have been empty for a long time now. You reach into your jacket pocket and pull out the gun, you watch as her eyes widen when she sees it. You hear Rachel whimper and you realise it’s the first thing you have heard the brunette say or do since this whole thing began. You continue looking at the blonde who is now shaking. You slowly raise your arm so the weapon is facing Rachel and you don't give a second thought as you quickly glance over to her and you pull the trigger.
There is no turning back now…
You watch as Rachel's little body jolts backwards as the force of the bullet hits her chest. She falls into the lockers behind her and recoils off onto the floor. A part of you is a little disappointed at the lack of blood; it isn’t like how the movies portray it where blood splatters everywhere.
You are then deafened by the high pitched scream that comes from the blonde as she runs to kneel beside her girlfriend, she cradles her in her arms and then you watch as she brings one of her arms out from under the brunette’s body and you smile as you see her hand coated in blood. That’s better.
Your senses seem heightened as the adrenaline rushes through your body and you feel so powerful. You feel and hear everything. You feel like a God. You feel like you could get used to this. Everything around you is magnified…
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Quinn is sobbing uncontrollably.
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Rachel is making huge gasps for breathe.
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Eventually you feel the weight of the gun in your hand again.
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You feel the warm end of the weapon against your temple
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You feel the pressure of the trigger on your fingertips
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You feel the muscles in your hand begin to tighten as you start to pull
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.Then…
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Then you feel nothing.