A/N: Last chapter! If you have any requests or ideas for the next Murder Mystery Dinner, let me know and I might do it! ;)


"Blunt Spell Trauma"

9. A Magical Night

Most of them were so trapped inside anger and fear it was hard to see past those emotions and start to assemble thoughts. Maybe for that, it was not in the smaller groups that an answer began to take shape. In the group of six though, Eveline White had taken the time, and she had observed the other group. And then she had a thought.

"Can't believe we didn't…" she said to herself, moving toward the hosted spirits, which drew the others back in. "All this time we've been so stuck on who of us could have done it, no one even suggested it could be one of them," she pointed to the trio. The others looked where she pointed, as the trio itself reacted. This reaction prompted another to catch on to something.

"You know, don't you," Jillian looked to Victor. He looked to her, though not properly in the eye.

"Don't you think I'd tell you if I did?"

"No, actually I don't," Elizabeth spoke up, and to have his best friend deny him, Victor showed anger. "Now I think it was you."

"Should have known," Caleb shook his head. "Their feet were locked together," he reminded them.

"It wasn't… I didn't…" Victor looked to Sarah and Serena, to one with regret almost, the other with resentment. Now some things connected for the others.

"She snuck up on you, didn't she?" Cole looked to his niece, to Victor.

"I didn't see her until it was too late," Victor bowed his head.

"But you did plan to kill her," Elliott guessed, looking to Serena.

"He did…" Sarah was the one to answer, her face lighting up like she was starting to remember. "I… I came looking for Caleb, but then I heard… shouting. I followed, and then I saw him, and her. He was going to hurt her, and… I tried to stop him, only…"

"The spell backfired…" Jillian understood.

"Dad always said they were good people, even if some of them were harder to get along with, and I didn't want Miss Levy to get hurt," Sarah went on. "But now…" The Mayor looked on with a sad pride.

"What happens now?" he asked.

"Now we do all we can do," Joseph nodded. "We release their spirits."

"And they… move on?" Cole asked.

"I don't know that they will," Caleb revealed. "The way they died… I believe they're locked together, for good." The trio looked to one another. "Gather around everyone," he told the others, who reformed their circle. This time they would…

"Wait…" the mayor interrupted. "Please… let me say goodbye to my daughter while I can," he begged. This resonated through all of them, as some gathered to say goodbye to Sarah, while others said goodbye to Serena, even those who had 'parted' from her side of things. Victor remained on his own, unwelcome, and this made him decide something: he didn't have to stay… This was his sister's body, after all, she wouldn't mind, he thought. He backed away, making a run for it.

"Hey!" Clara was the one to notice, and at once Jillian, Elizabeth, and the White sisters took off after him. They caught him, dragging him back.

"Let me go!" he screeched, fighting against their hold.

"Get him back in the circle, Serena, you hold on to him!" Caleb directed, as the four girls dropped off the killer to be held in place in the circle. "Everyone gather, now!" Caleb told them, and they did so, while Victor continued to thrash and shout. Hands lit up all around, and after a few moments, the fight went out in 'Victor' as the three spirits left the bodies, made dormant before. Finally, the souls of David Jensen, Katherine Connolly, and Cassandra Martin reawakened, confused and unaware. Katherine saw she was resting against Cassandra and she scrambled to her feet.

"What happened? Did you find out who killed my brother?" she asked. Everyone looked around, hesitant to speak.

But then the signal was given, the light blinking… The game was done. As it would, it took a beat for everyone to let go of their characters and become themselves again.

"What do we do with these now?" Finn asked, showing his remaining magic bombs. Santana smirked, answering by tossing one of hers at him.

"That," she nodded, igniting a rapid and colorful explosion of confetti.

"Alright, thank you, now go so I can clean this up!" Kurt shook his head, though he was laughing.

"I had a great time," Tina told him with a smile. "And I loved the twists."

"And you solved it," Mike looked to her with a smile of his own as they began to trail off, little by little. A few offered to help with the clean-up, but just as with the set up, it came down to Kurt, and Rachel, and Blaine. Rachel had gone to take care of the kitchen, leaving Kurt and Blaine to handle the gym. Kurt had packed a dust buster, which he used to suck up the confetti piles.

"Looks like we killed a rainbow," Kurt frowned. Blaine was working to nudge the confetti into neater piles, to make it a faster pick up for Kurt. "You really got into it in the end," Kurt smiled, moving to a new pile. Blaine looked back.

"I did," he admitted. "You guys have been doing this for a while, right?"

"Yeah," Kurt confirmed. "Started off just a few of us, then every time more of us joined in. We used to do it in my basement, but then with more and more people, plus Artie's chair, we needed a bigger venue and they've been kind enough to let us use the school, so long as we don't misuse our power or break anything. 'Leave everything as you found it,' you know?"

"So, how often do you do these?" Blaine asked, and Kurt paused.

"Well… it depends… Usually it's a few weeks in between." He paused once more. "Why do you ask?"

"I just thought, whenever you do the next one, I hope you'll invite me again," Blaine smiled, and Kurt thought he just might drop the dust buster and get pelted in confetti. It would have been appropriate at this point, with how his heart raced.

"You'll be the first to know."

THE END