Just cause I love dark stories like this. Guess away to who you think the murderer will be. Also, review to say who you want to be saved. This shall just be a taste. And this I guess takes place during season 2 because they are all in one club and Sam is still there. For now. Let's just go with between when Rachel and Finn break up and before Quinn and Finn first kiss in this season. also, Lauren and Puck don't have a whatever that was going on. They are just best friends.
Prologue:
The blades have mother-of-pearl handles that fit perfectly in my hands. 12 exactly. I take the first one and carefully run the microfiber clothe over it. My hands are gloved, I wear a mask, my hair is covered. I shall not risk being caught before my dark cause is fulfilled.
Victim One: Losing his Religion
Walking down this hallway, I get mad. Between seeing Rachel's sad eyes, and having Puck trying to joke with me like we were still best friends, I just couldn't do it. I couldn't go to glee today. I smash my hand into a locker and go around the corner past the choir room. I find a corner of a hallway and sink down to where I am sitting. I can't help but zone out. Which leads to dozing. Which leads to sleeping.
Footsteps wake me up, as I blearily try to clear my eyes, I think I recognize the person. "Oh. Hey. What's up?" Suddenly they move really quickly and then my chest hurts really badly. And then darkness explodes over my sight. I hear someone faintly singing, "That's me in the corner."
At the end of glee, everyone commented on Finn's notable absence. Santana looked over at Rachel and snarled, "It's all your fault Hobbit. He doesn't want to sing with you anymore." Rachel snapped back, "shut it you slut!" and then stormed out of the room. Puck looked around, "all right, who wants to calm her down?" he sighed when no one volunteered and grabbed his jacket. "Fine! I'll do it!" right then, a piercing scream ripped through the hall ways. Puck was out the door in seconds with Mike, Sam, and Artie on his tail. The rest of the club looked at each other before following.
Puck rounded the corner to see Rachel on her knees 4 feet away from Finn's bloody corpse. Sticking out of his chest was a shining silvery-white knife handle. Puck slid on to his knees and wrapped his arms around Rachel as she wailed. Everyone else just stared at the body and the words etched above it in what looked like Finn's own blood.
"He lost his Religion, and his Life. Who's next?"