A/N: I've fallen madly in love with American Horror story, and this is basically my two fandoms colliding. I've decided to do this in two parts; the actual shooting and then the ghosts of the deceased coming to harass Tate and Violet on Halloween. I stayed true to the original plot in this first part but added some of my own twists - the next part I'll have more creative license. Part 2 to come soon!

It was just another ninth period at the McKinley High School library - the usual crowed for the time of day, along with a few stragglers with nothing else to do, were dispersed among the shelves upon shelves of books, computers, and rectangular tables. Operating the front desk, which was more in the middle of the room, was Artie Abrams, who was voluntarily checking books back into the library's mainframe in place of the librarian who went out for coffee. Around the corner was Tina Cohen-Chang with her nose in a long hardcover book that she was planning to check out for the weekend. She often came to the library, not only for her love of reading, but also for her love of the boy at the front desk. Cheerleader, Quinn Fabray and quarterback, Finn Hudson, took one of the six available tables near the reference section. After Finn started to fail Spanish, Quinn made it her duty to tutor him so he wouldn't make her look bad by being kicked off the football team. At one of the computers on the far side of the room was Kurt Hummel typing up a summery on the biography of Barbra Streisand he read for English class - ideas for a unforgettable presentation popping up with every key stroke.

That's when the first few shots could be heard, followed by scream and panic muffed by the library's wooden doors. Every person in the room looked up and around, all with the same blank expressions on their faces. Canvas sneakers could be heard running down the hall towards the facility. Artie stood up to take control of the situation, but to his relief, it was an unarmed Noah Puckerman. Immediately upon his arrival, Puck grabbed chairs and book carts and blocked the door to the point of zero entry and escape.

"What the hell, dude?" Finn asked, standing up out of his chair.

"Somebody's shooting up the school. T-they're just shooting people," Puckerman replied, continuing to position library materials in front of the door.

"Are you hit? Where are you hit?" Artie asked as Tina ran up to his side.

"It's not my blood, man."

"Who's doing this?" Tina shrieked.

"I don't know. I-I don't know."

"We have to get the hell out of here," Finn said, running towards the blockaded door.

Two more shots were heard – closer than the first few.

"Hide, hide, everyone down!" Artie ordered, looking around at his classmates.

The group scattered once again into their original positions. Except instead of their previous peaceful states, they were crouched fearfully under tables or behind corners. Loud footsteps were coming towards the blocked door. Everyone in the room braced themselves – few had the courage to keep both eyes open. The perpetuator jiggled at the handles on the door, making Quinn nearly shriek in fear, but it was to no avail. The footsteps began to clop in the opposite direction.

They thought it was over, they thought they were safe. Tina got up from her position to trot over to Artie, who was sitting behind the front desk, but half way there, the same booted footsteps returned, and they were coming faster than ever. Everyone looked at the only other door in the library - unblocked and unlocked. Tina froze in fear.

"Block the door, get-get the door," Finn whispered, pointing at Tina, but she couldn't move...even if she wanted to.

The door handle began to turn. Artie shot up from behind the desk and sprinted to stop the door from opening. He held onto the metal harder than anything else in his life, for he felt the person on the other side trying just as hard to open the door.

Three shots broke the silence. Artie Abrams fell backwards onto the floor, alive, but just barely. Tina shrieked in agony as she watched her boyfriend's eyes twitch from behind his glasses and three red pools form on his abdomen. There was no helping him with the only thing separating her and the shooter was a door, so she ran off into the other direction towards the book shelves. Everyone in the room stared at the still unopened door with three bullet holes in a triangle formation.

Slowly, the door began to open and a set of combat boots marched over Artie's body into the otherwise silent room. Tina snaked around a corner of books and held her arms closely to her body as she heard the footsteps become louder with every step. That's when she caught a glimpse of him walking slowly among the rows of books. She moved accordingly into the next row of shelves, but he too made a move in the same direction. The culprit, now only separated from Tina by a layer of books started to whistle, which made her heart ready to beat out of her chest and onto the floor. She thought she was going to be sick. Suddenly, a dozen or so books fell to the floor to Tina's feet, which caused her to scream bloody murder, but somehow she was still alive She fell to her knees, hung her head, and began to cry. When Tina looked up again, she saw him – tall, blonde, and with a gun pointed directly at her forehead. She squeezed her eyes shut and seconds later, she was gone with a bang.

"Hey," Finn whispered to Kurt. "Hey you"

"What?" Kurt mouthed back.

Finn and Puck exchanged glances as across the hall as the footsteps drew closer. Soon Finn could see the black boots that belonged to the shooter from under the table - right in his face. Those black boots tuned to Puck who was down on his hands and knees behind a shelf.

"No, no…please, no…"

Another shot was released.

Finn covered his face to prevent first handedly seeing his freshly executed friend, and Quinn buried her face into his shoulder. The footsteps kept going which caused Finn to uncover his face and point at Kurt who was also across the hall, but hidden more carefully.

"Phone, phone," he quietly said.

Kurt scrabbled to his hands and knees, and crawled to the front desk where the phone sat on the counter. Carefully, he reached his hand up and felt around before bringing the corded phone down to the floor. Everyone watched as Kurt started to dial for help, including the shooter. Gun held out, he approached Kurt who had the phone held up to his ear and stopped only a foot away. With his mouth hung open, Kurt looked up at the gunman, and before he could respond to the operator on the other side, he was silenced by a shot to the jaw. Kurt collapsed to the floor alive, but he only remained that way for so long. He was the last to die in the long run, making his last few minutes agonizing as he faded in and out of his class mates being murdered.

"Screw this," Finn mumbled to himself before turning to Quinn, "It's gonna be okay."

As he started to remove himself from under the table, Quinn silently begged him to stay and held onto his arm, but he pulled away and continued on his mission. The shooter reloaded the gun as Finn approached him from behind. Hearing footsteps other than his oven, the gunman turned around.

"Hey. That's enough. Get out of here," Finn ordered.

But the gunman stared Finn straight in the eye and mindlessly shot him in the chest, sending him flying backwards onto the table next to the one that Quinn was still hiding under. She began cry, but then covered her own mouth to muffle her agony. However, the shooter knew she was there from the start. He circled around to her table and flipped it over, revealing her and a trail of urine streaming from her skirt.

"Why, why?" she wailed as she squeezed her eyes shot. "Please why?"

However, Tate had no mercy for the pretty, young, and shaken cheerleader who had just watched her classmates be slaughtered. He brought the rifle up to his shoulder and after watching her shudder and squeak in fear for longer than the others for a power rush, he brought her life too to a violent end.