SURPRISE! Here's Chapter 10, was suppose to be done next week but I had some time so I thought it would be nice. =) Wow, i mean I can't believe it. Ten chapters, about 15000 words between them all, and like 31 reviews and how many story alerts and fic favs? Uncountable (cause I'm lazy) Thank you all so much for your support so far, and i'm really glad you guys like it. Your reviews have been looked at and have been enjoyed, but unfortunately I already planned out the story, so I'm really sorry but two more people will die before this story is over, just pray hard it's not your fav characters. Sorry. X( Well, ENJOY!

"BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ"

A hand came down swiftly on the snooze button. Puck hated hangovers, especially the ones after binge drinking enough liquor to drown a whale from Peru. He hated showing any signs of weakness, after all, he was McKinley high's Number One badass with a Mohawk. But even Mohawks need to cry, especially after losing his only friends. He groaned as he swivelled slowly out from under the covers.

Damn…. Before Glee, Puck never did have any real friends, they were just the jocks he would shove into lockers and dumpsters and throw slushies at. It was necessary to stay on top he always told himself. But when Glee rolled along, he finally found a place he could be, a place to belong, a place where he could still be badass, but do what he likes. And that places was slowly being burned in front of his eyes, disappearing like the ashes in the wind.

In his stupor, he managed to fumble for his radio and started it off at 88.1FM. He hated to admit it, but he liked jazz quite a bit. He hummed the song that was starting as he walked with a slightly stumble to the bathroom. Damn beer. And wine coolers. He finally managed to reach his sink without throwing up, just in time for the first verse.

"Call me irresponsible, call me unreliable, go on and throw in undependable too"

Damn, this singer is good! As Puck sang along with the voice, he started to do his normal morning wakeup routine. Wakeup, shower, brush teeth, shave, moisturize, yes moisturize. How do you think Puckzilla gets all those hot girls with his smooth ass face? Quickly twisting the knob in his shower, Puck stripped and jumped in, rudely awakening with the first spray of hot air and mist. Shit! My towel! Jumping out of the shower, he strolled back to the room, fully unclothed thank god for curtains and picked up his plain white towel when something struck him.

He just picked the towel from next to the radio. It wasn't plugged in.

"Well, do my foolish alibies bore you, well I'm not clever, baby I just adore you"

What the hell? He grabbed the nearest weapon he could find, the radio itself. The music was still playing as his eyes scanned the room furiously. There was jazz playing, but it wasn't his jazz. It was someone else's jazz. Someone who was trying to get him, just like the others. Puck gulped down some fear. He didn't allow himself to show much, but his quivering arms spoke for themselves. Where is the music coming from? The bathroom? Puck steadied the radio as a baton as he inched his way back to where he was. He gritted his teeth so firmly that even he could hear his own grinding. The pressure mounted as he quickly ran in with the radio, ready to attack.

"Go on and call me unpredictable, tell me I'm impractical, rainbows I'm inclined to pursue"

EMPYTY? What the HELL! "Where the hell are you? Come on out!" Puck could only shout at the three walls in front of him as he spun around to see only empty space. The shower was still running, but Puck knew he wouldn't be going in it anytime soon. The air was dense, and the bathroom mirror had fogged up. Still fearing for his life, Puck dragged his feet to it, completely afraid, because he knew and could see something was written there. He had to see it. But as he turned his head to make out the words, his blood went cold. His feet when numb as his mouth began to gap open and close, like a quivering wreck. For there on the bathroom mirror, someone had written "LOOK UP".

"Ooh go on and call me irresponsible, yes I'm unreliable, but it's undeniably, it's undeniably true"

He didn't even have to look up. The voice came crashing down onto him, Puck's razor in hand. All Noah Puckerman could do was watch. Watch on as a figure he knew raised the razor blade in the air, and how it brought it down and slashed his throat. He could only see himself struggle to breathe as his warm blood sprayed in every direction. He even saw himself struggle, the fear and pain in his own face, in his own eyes as he began to tumble down. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't really see now, all he could do was feel the blood draining out of him and spraying all over his face, and hear the Voice one last time.

"I'm irresponsibly mad about you"

"Noah Puckerman was found dead in his house, throat was slit." E said to both Sue and Iverson. "The weird thing was that we couldn't find any piece of paper on him or near him, only thing we found was that someone, my guess, our killer wrote on the mirror 'LOOK UP'."

"So our killer can climb walls and slash throats of kids? Great, now we can all sit back and blame the superhero comics for corrupting our children with ideas of death from above, just like a Rosie O'Donnell jumping from the 20th story on a car."

"Sue, we would really appreciate if you could cut back on the comments?" Iverson pleaded in his own formal way.

"Well then, why on earth did you call me here? I'm here to do what I can, judge, make fun of people and when the time is right, take over the world. But for now gentlemen, all I can say is that one thing is obvious: The kids in Glee are in danger" Iverson and E looked up slightly surprised at Sue's deductive reasoning.

"Schuester's missing, half of the glee club is dead, and the other two guys were somehow involved. I say we get the kids here and put them under lock and key and feed them nothing until one says they did it, just like back in the Ivory Coast Wars." E and Iverson liked the first bit, but not that much of the second part with the Ivory Coast.

Iverson grabbed his phone out as he began to make a few messages out. "My men and the local cops have been sent to get the kids. But we can't bring them here, too dangerous if one of them really is the killer." E nodded, almost about to say "That's right you dumb Sue". He still was pissed at the 'chocolate bear'.

"Then bring them to my school." Sue said, relishing the fact that she could call it that now. "we can hold them up there, it's a familiar place to them, and we can find any new evidence from their lockers or their secret hidey holes, those packrats are sure to have one besides in Will's hair." E cursed slightly under his breath as Iverson sent out another set of messages.

"McKinley High it is."

And ten chapters down. Nine character deaths later and we're still going y'all! Gee, I thought y'all would have given up after the first chapter, but thank you so much for you guys reading and enjoying this! 4/5 more chapters to go. We're closing in on our killer now, and the question will always remain: WHODUNNIT? Next chapter will definitely come up next week, as it will be the LONGEST CHAPTER TO DATE. NO. JOKE. All the characters will be together, and so the fnger pointing will begin. but who will stay alive at the end of it all? Tune in next week to find out! Till then, thanks and cheers!