This is a little...Glee meets X Files fan fic. The idea came to me when I spent a lazy Saturday watching nothing but X Files episodes...productive, right? Anyway...should be interesting. I have no idea how this is going to end, I just know what I want to happen in the beginning. There will be Klaine eventually, of course, because I love Klaine and love writing Klaine fics. Not sure how long this will be either, I kind of intend for it to be my next big project, especially since 'Don't know where, don't know when' is sort of drawing to a close.

Anywhos, I hope you enjoy this. I don't really think you need to be completely familiar with all the X Files plotlines to really enjoy this. I don't want this fic to really follow all of that anyway.

*WARNING*

The rating is 'Mature' for a reason. This story contains rough language, violence, trigger elements, sexual abuse, gore, and death...reader discretion advised. You've been warned.

Part one: Puppet Master

The hollow sound of footsteps echoed along the dimly lit corridor. FBI agent Kurt Hummel was at the far end, crouched down as he leaned against a locked door and hid behind the hospital cart stationed to his right. Next to him was the wall with a shatterproof glass window. He was trapped, no where to go except the way he came and he could not go that way, because whatever was following him was now between him and the exit. This was the third floor, even if he could shoot the window and jump...no, it was a stupid idea. The fall would probably do just as much damage as whatever was currently after him.

What the hell was after him anyway? He had only agreed to go on this manhunt because he had not had a good job in ages. He had not expected to end up in an old abandoned hospital at two in the morning, being chased by something that, from the extremely brief glance he got of it, did not appear to be 100% human. Kurt did not sign up to do weird cases like this. That belonged to those ridiculous agents down in the bogus X Files office – Mulder and Scully, or whatever their names were. All Kurt had been told was that the guy the men were currently after was involved in multiple homicides, and he had been shown a picture and told a name: Azimio Adams. Not a lot of information to go on, but considering Kurt was just going along as back up...well, it was not like he needed to know every little detail, right? Just enough to get the job done. Now he was regretting that decision.

The man they were hunting down looked normal enough in the picture he had been shown: a somewhat big fellow, dark skinned, shaved head, and had quite a track record that dated all the way back to his high school years involving theft and physical abuse towards others, earning him some time in juvie. Kurt could kind of guess the type of kid Azimio was in high school; the kind that would have readily tossed him into the dumpster out in the parking lot or spray painted his locker with discriminatory words.

When Kurt and the rest of the guys – there was about fifteen in total, Kurt included - had first arrived at the abandoned hospital there had been no sign of Azimio at first. They made their way carefully into the first floor through the parking garage, guns and flashlights held in front of them to help them see in the dark hallways and rooms of the building. As the group started conversing to figure out the best way to split up and cover the building, a loud door slamming behind them all echoed like a gun shot, shocking them all into silence. One of the agents in charge, Nick Duval, held up a hand to indicate he wanted continued silence as he slowly edged his way down the main hall to investigate alone.

Another agent – Kurt was sure his name was Jeff – made to protest, which did not surprise many since Jeff was an old, close friend of Nick's. Jeff kept a short distance apart from Nick, just in case. Just as Nick reached halfway down the hallway he paused, tilting his head as if he had heard a sound coming from the room next to him. Making sure his gun was ready, Nick slowly pushed open the door to the room...only to be suddenly grabbed and pulled into it. His screams had echoed shrilly off the walls, the sound punctured occasionally by strange ripping noises. Jeff had sprung into action, racing into the room with his gun in front of him as the rest of the group ran down the hall to join them. Just as the rest of the group reached the doorway there was a gunshot, a shout from Jeff, then the group was literally scattered as a huge man barreled his way out of the room and fled down the hallway. In his haste to get out of the way, Kurt only caught a brief glance of the man. From the back it definitely looked like it could be Azimio, but there was only one thing that Kurt really caught from his brief glance that he could be absolutely sure about: the man was wearing short sleeves and there was a large crack-like line running down the back of one of his arms, and what looked to be a small section of skin missing...with nothing behind it but darkness. That could not be right. There had to be muscle, veins, bone, blood behind all that, but a flash light beam had managed to hit the area and there was definitely nothing behind that area of missing skin...like his arm was hollow inside. It was not normal.

A loud cry tore his gaze away from where their criminal had fled. Jeff was on the ground, cradling Nick's head in his arms...and that was when Kurt gagged, turning around and leaving the room again. Since joining the FBI he had seen a lot of gross, disturbing things, but this was the worse thing he had ever seen. It was not just the fact that Jeff was holding Nick's head; it was the fact that Jeff was holding Nick's head...and the head was not attached to the body. The body was on the ground in front of where Jeff was kneeling, and it looked even worse off than the severed head. There were cuts all over it, tears in the dark uniform, and what looked to be puncture wounds, from what Kurt could not guess.

"You okay?" A voice whispered from behind him.

Kurt turned his pale face to see one of the back up guys giving him a concerned look. "I'll be alright." He replied sternly, never one to like showing a lot of emotion during cases...or around others in general except for family and other loved ones. He normally preferred to keep an air of coolness around him, hopefully helping to give off a sense of strength and stability to those who might try to judge him otherwise given his appearance. Kurt's effeminate appearance tended to lead others to underestimate him or believe him too 'weak' to get the job done. Luckily on many occasion he had managed to prove them otherwise, but he still got the occasional doubting comment from many who did not believe in his capabilities.

"We still need to find Adams." Kurt and the other agent had turned to watch with the rest of the group as Jeff stood and faced them all. It was obvious on Jeff's face how strong he was trying to be despite the fact that his best friend had just been murdered. "I'm not sure what kind of weapons he may have in his possession, so fair warning to all: be careful. There's a stairwell at the end of this hall. I figure he's made his way up to either the second or third floor by now. Half of you will take the second floor and the other half will make their way to the third. I will stay here to keep watch. Radio me if any problems arise."

The men all nodded in agreement then split up. Kurt went with the second group to the third floor. There were tons of rooms to investigate but they had all decided to keep close just in case. Five minutes in they suddenly heard loud shouts coming from the second floor. Several of the group ran for the stairwell as gunshots echoed off the walls and floor under them. Kurt chose to remain on the third floor with the three other remaining men, just in case Adams managed to find his way up to them. Only minutes later it felt like, the sounds from below seemed to cease. The four men shared nervous glances before suddenly hearing the sound of something clattering on the floor down a hall to their right. Despite Kurt's better judgment, he agreed with the others to split up and search the rest of the floor.

Kurt had been leaving one of the offices when he tried radioing the rest of the men, only to get no replies. That was when fear really started to grip at him. Footsteps sounded to his right and he raced down the next hallway, crouching down behind the medical cart, cursing the locked door behind him and his stupidity for going down a hallway that was a dead end.

Now here he was, trapped, not knowing whether he was the last man standing or not. Even Jeff was no longer responding. Absolute fear was hardly ever present in Kurt during the cases he took, he normally chose to work above it and not let fear get to him, but by this point, knowing that this was probably the last few minutes of his life, he could not help the icy wave of fear that settled over him. The heavy footsteps came to a halt a short distance away from wear Kurt was hiding. He caught his breath, trying desperately not to make a sound. Whatever Azimio was, human or not – a ridiculous concept for Kurt, who had never really believed in the abnormal or paranormal anyway – he had not made a sound this entire time, not even when he had been murdering all of the men he came across. The guy was not reported to be a mute, so unless something had happened to him that the FBI did not know about, he had to have made some sort of sound by this point, right?

When there were no retreating footsteps, or any that indicated Azimio had moved closer, Kurt knew he had to make a move. Some how he had to make a run for it and get past the other man, and, even if he did not make it, he was not going to go down without a fight. Taking a deep breath as silently as possible, Kurt willed his hands to stop shaking, clutching tightly to the gun he held in his lap. Counting down from ten, knowing it was now or never, Kurt made sure to silently pray to his family, friends, and fiancée that he loved them and hoped they lived long, healthy lives and never forgot about him.

Three, two, one... Stealing his nerves, Kurt leapt from his hiding spot and froze, gun held out in front of him...his mouth opening in horror at the being in front of him.