Chapter 2 and our first murder...

Everyone had dumped their things in their rooms down the girls and boy corridors off the main room. Emma had a room at the mouth of the girl's corridor, and Will at the start of the boys. They met outside the cabin to wave goodbye to Tom as he took the boat back to the other side of the lake.

"This," Said Rachel happily "Is going to be amazing!"

Will beamed enthusiastically at her, sharing the enthusiasm. He loved the spark Rachel always had when it came to Glee Club. She always wanted to be supportive and show herself as a leader, hoping the Glee kids would follow along behind her.

"Well kids I hope you all unpacked and you're ready to begin everything tomorrow. It's a little late today, but in the morning we're going to climb the hill and see the whole island, and the lake beyond. It's a beautiful spot. You'll love it. Stuff all ready?" He gave them a thumbs up, a questioning eyebrow raised.

"Yes," Was the reply.

Santana rolled her eyes, "Yeah, with half of Kurt's stuff all over my bed. The amount of clothes he brought…"

"A tree outside our window looks like Lord Tubbington," Brittany contributed.

"Finn!" Rachel suddenly squealed "Who drew that on your face?"

"What?" Finn looked confused and raised his hand. Puck, Sam and Mike began to laugh and a furious Rachel turned on them. And everyone took it as their cue to start talking. Artie was saying something to Blaine and Tina and Mercedes had started an argument over which bed they wanted. They apparently hadn't decided yet.

"Guys!" Will said. No one listened. "Guys please!"

Slowly they fell silent, though Finn was still scrubbing at his upper lip to rid himself of the moustache.

"You have ten minutes before tea. Go and unpack! Emma's getting tea ready now. It's just sandwiches today I'm afraid. But tomorrow you'll be on a cooking duty in groups, and we can have proper meals-"

"Are you kidding, Mr Schue? I don't cook!" Puck yelled.

"Well, you seemed fine when you made those cupcakes for our bake sale years ago, I'm sure you can handle a simple meal."

Puck fell silent, but he didn't look happy. Will waved his hands "Off you go then!"

…

The Glee kids were all milling around, some were unpacking their things into the wardrobes, others went to check out the bathrooms, girls and boy separate, and some went outside to see what the surrounding area was like.

But before the ten minutes were up, a sound echoed around the building. One that would haunt them all forever.

…

The screams belonged to Quinn Fabray. That was obvious immediately. It took all of ten seconds for the entire glee club to have gathered in the main hall. All of the glee cub, that is, except for Quinn and Joe.

"What's happening?" Rachel yelled over the murmurs, and everyone fell silent.

"Where's Quinn?" Puck asked. No answer came forth, and many people were glancing worriedly. Mr Schue opened his mouth to speak, but Puck and several others had already made a dash for the door.

"Guy hold on!" He called. The door swung open and they were gone. Mr Schue and the rest of the glee club ran right out after them.

Right away they began to race through the forest to the shore of the lake. The closer they got the lake's edge the louder Quinn's hysterical sobs became.

But instead of running right to Quinn's side, the second they reached the clearing the stopped short, one by one, and stared. Quinn crouched, screaming and crying at the same time, her head hanging over the body in front of her. The dirt around them was drenched with blood that seemed to primarily come from the hands and feet of the prone body below her. A closer look showed that it was Joe. His dreds were matted with blood and there was something in his hair.

Shock had them all frozen, unable to take a step closer.

"Quinn," Shockingly, it was Emma that spoke first. She stepped towards the girl but didn't seem able to get too close to the blood. Reaching forward she laid a hand on Quinn's shoulder. "Honey, please stand up."

Quinn shuddered at her touch and then tore her gaze away from Joe's body. "M-Ms Pillsbury?" Quinn asked, looking disorientated. There was desperation in her eyes and she pointed to Joe.

"Look," As she said it she broke down again, fresh tears pouring forth as she gestured at Joe's body. She let Emma guide her to her feet and flinched at the collective gasp of the glee club when Joe's body came into view. Quickly Emma lost all resolve and pulled Quinn backwards, eyes squeezed shut. The strength she had forced to the surface for her kids was gone at the sight of Joe's body.

His hands and feet were bleeding because they had been nailed into the ground. He was stretched out as if he'd been crucified. And to add even more cruel irony, someone had jammed a crown of thorns onto the top of his head. The blood from the wounds in his head covered his face and pooled on the ground.

"Oh god," Mercedes choked loudly, sinking to her feet. Many others collapsed as well, and Brittany wrenched away from the group to vomit in the bushes nearby. Finally, Mr Schue seemed to come to his senses. With tears pouring down his face he turned to the group and began to give orders.

"Kids, start heading straight back to the cabin. No one is to wander off, so I want you to make sure everyone is sticking in a group. Emma can take Quinn, if you think you can, Emma?" Ms Pillsbury nodded, completely pale and sickly. Will continued, "I'll follow behind. I just want to..."

He trailed off as the kids turned away from him and began to head back. Gently Mr Schue removed his coat and leant down beside Joe. He laid in over the boy, covering as much blood as he could, and nearly retching as he saw the mutilated state of his forehead. He then noticed that a piece of paper sat, folded, on Joe's chest. Will picked it up and tucked it in his pocket.

As soon as he was finished he broke into a run and caught up with the students as they reached the Cabin. He filed into the Hall after them and shut the door with a loud thump. Almost all of them were crying, many hugging each other as if they would never let go. Mercedes, Santana and Brittany sat with Quinn. She was rocking herself back and forth as they stroked her hair.

"Mr Schue!" Finn stood "What's happening?"

Will looked at Emma for courage before answering "I really don't know Finn. I'm so sorry. But I promise you we're going to fix all this."

Santana scoffed loudly, leaping to her feet with her hands on her hips. Her tough attitude had been slapped on in what seemed to be an attempt to mask the pain in her eyes. "Oh really? And how can you fix this? Joe's dead. He died. We can't fix that."

Will put up a hand in defence and quickly said "I know. I will never be able to fix that. And I don't know how it happened, but I will contact people and make sure this doesn't happen again. I'll get the police over here as quickly as possible."

He looked round at everyone, and saw that most of them, at least, seemed a little encouraged by his speech. They still believed that, as a grown-up, he could fix everything. Will wasn't so sure. He had never seen anything as horrifying as this. He barely wanted to contemplate the possibilities of how this had happened.

So Will walked straight to the corner of the room to the box titled "Emergency Phone" and pulled it open. A small sign read "The Inklings Island Emergency Phone: please use to contact Tom only. The owners will help you to contact others from there. The number to dial is 1234. Thank you."

Quickly he typed in the number, embarrassed as his fingers fumbled. He needed to stay strong for the kids. He couldn't show his weakness. He got the number right and waited a few seconds. Nothing happened. The phone didn't seem to be connected to the network at all.

Startled, Will set down the phone. He turned to face the room of waiting and expectant people. "Emma, please come outside and check the electricity box with me."

Emma stood and followed him without question, her eyes wider than usual. Will shut the door behind them and quickly explained that he thought the phone lines had been cut. They reached the control box and Will flung it open. His suspicions were confirmed at the sight of the frayed ends of several wires. It appeared that whoever had killed Joe- and yes, he had been killed, Will forced himself to admit- had been thorough in their job.

"Oh no. Oh Will. What are we going to do?" Emma asked, her head shaking back and forth in disbelief as she stared at the ruined wires that had been their last hope of rescue.

"We have to go back and explain to the kids. Somehow, we'll fine help." Will insisted. "I know it."

But there was no denying the desperate situation they were in. If the murder was planning to kill again, they were stuck.

...

As soon as the door shut behind Mr Schue, Puck stood, shaking his head. "So I reckon the phone's down then."

No one responded, they just turned their pained eyes on him. Even the tough Noah Puckerman had tear stains on his cheeks. Only Tina's sobs could be heard as everyone watched Puck to see what he had to say.

"And we know we're the only ones on this island. The owners told Mr Schue no one had rented out this Cabin for six years."

"What's you point Puck." Finn interjected, angrily. As if he knew exactly where Puck was going and didn't like it one bit.

"What I'm saying," Puck wasn't intimidated "Is that we're the only ones on this island. It's pretty small, and in a pretty big lake, so anyone approaching would have been seen by Tom and his wife. And they're back home, tucked up in bed. So we're all. alone. on. this. island. That means..."

He paused with what might have been dramatic effect, if the next words hadn't looked so hard for him to say. "I must have been one of us. One of us... Is the killer."