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"ARE YOU TRYING TO GET US KILLED! JEEZUS!" Rafe clawed at his half-sister, pulling her away from Singh who couldn't help but laugh, "You're as fiesty as your mother."
"Even if I did know what you were talking about I sure as hell wouldn't give you this manuscript!" She yelled, escaping Rafe's grip for a few seconds before he held her down. Rafe was groaning, "Could you just chill?"
"Could you just chill?" She mocked, elbowing him. Santana brushed herself off, "You better let us go buddy because I'm a fugitive and I have absolutely nothing to lose here okay! If I'm going to jail I might as well murder you!"
Amidst the silence, Santana scratched at her head, "It runs in the family. This psycho's got a body count and not the sexual kind."
"We get it! The jokes old San! Get a new bit!" Rafe shook his head as Santana perked up, he looked at Singh, "I'll take her out for the both of
She blinked, "You already tried man and you failed."
"Both of you just shutup!" Singh yelled, "You found the cross so one of you had the diary and so you Mr Cameron, if you really don't know where it is you'd do better convincing Santana to let me know where it is."
Dead silence.
"You have one day," Singh instructed. Santana shook her head, "You might as well just kill me because you won't get a word out of me."
Within seconds, Singh had locked them inside the room. He pointed toward the window as he left, the two hovering over it as the door slammed. When Singh finally walked outside, the two noticed he was holding a gun.
"So, do you like understand how we all felt when you went psycho killer?" Santana leaned against the window as Jimmy Portis was revealed as the next victim.
"You're really testing my patience Santana," Rafe gulped, "Do you know where this stupid diary is?"
She just shrugged, watching on calmly as Singh went on to kill Jimmy Portis. Rafe was pacing, "This is bad. This is really fucking bad."
"No shit it's bad!" Santana smacked his head, "Y'know, we're really in this mess cus of you and the sperm donor. All. Your. Faults."
"Really? Cus Singh made it sound like your mom really had her greedy hands in everyone's business-"
"At least she had the decency to fake her death and stay dead for at least a year!" Santana yelled, "Your dad couldn't even do that part right!"
"Well he's pretty dead to the world!"
"But he's still fucking up my life!"
The two descended to the floor, sitting side by side against a dresser. Rafe looked over at her, "You're really going to let this jackass kill us when you could just hand over the diary?"
"Oh, I have no intention of dying," Santana stretched her arms out, "I also have no intention of even toying with the diary and Singh. I'm going to escape."
