Sorry for the 4 - 5 day wait, CHAPTER 13 is HERE! Not gonna spoil it, no way. Just to recap, everyones dead. Cept for Kurt, Brittany, Mike, Matt, Sue and Iverson. Will one more person face the azz Guillotine? Will anyone stop the killer before itstoo late? Will the unicorns save the day? Obviously not. they're in Hawaii. Anyways, hope you guys like it, and ENJOY!

Mayhem. That was right before Iverson's eyes as he stood up. He was in the choir room of William McKinley High School, at 11 o'clock in the frickin night. Next to him was the national cheerleading coach, Sue Sylvester, looking as mad and as prissy as ever. In front of him were four teenage kids, crying their eyes out. Why? Well, maybe it had something to do with the fact that the bond that kept them together was their Glee Club, which was in Iverson's own words and thought, 'a waste of my time'. It could also be the fact that in the past 2 days, they had lost about 3/5th of their members to death at the hands of a killer. But Iverson had the sinking feeling the reason why the kids where weeping was because of the bump in the cloth that was on the floor below him, for it hid underneath the body of Rachel Berry, who was just killed minutes ago by one of their own. Yeah, that's probably why they were crying.

Iverson glanced at Sue, who quickly moved towards the door to try to get open again. In the mist of the earlier darkness, the killer had slipped on a chain of great thickness on the door, preventing any reinforcements from the outside. Once again, the door didn't even barge as Sue and Iverson stirred internally. Shit. The original plan of keeping it a simple yet brutal in terms of accusations had gone away. A suspect had just died, and now, he was down to four. I'm gonna need to act, before I'm down to three.

Kurt got over the shock quicker than he expected. Seeing Rachel struggle like that was just so, heart-breaking. Kurt may have 'hated' her for stealing every solo but she didn't deserve to get stabbed like that, in the dark, all alone and in fear. She was still their glee mate, their ally. Their friend to the end, and her end had just arrived. As Kurt saw the detective what's-his-name pace up and down on the floor, with Sue berating him loudly, Kurt only could just sit there and observe. He could still see through blurred vision that Tina was crying, that Mike and Matt her helping her and no one really was helping him, and that the extra bulge in the cloth that was covering Rachel's body. Probably the gold star that, sigh, pierced through Rachel. Oh Gaga the irony. Wait a damn minute! "Where did the star come from?"

The kids turned to Kurt, who just broke the silent treatment in the room. (Sue was the exception, she didn't speak she screamed) Everyone just kept silent, the truth still hadn't been forgotten: there was still a killer amongst them, unless Rachel could physically impale herself t death with a gold star larger than her hands. Matt eyed Brittany, suspicious of one or two things. Mike glared at his 'best friend', wondering why his hands had some blood on them. Brittany simply opened her mouth to say "I dunno."

The Iverson guy had grabbed his bridge and rubbed his face. "I thought we had these kids checked for shanks and guns Humphrey!" Sue had nothing but mania in her eyes and fury in her words. "Another kid? How long more are you going to sit down and waste my oxygen before I end up with that piano in my head and your face cut up like an Alaskan pig with lipstick, with the Oldies Station playing as we die?" The animosity between the two was large and obvious, Iverson looking like he was reaching for his gun to shoot Sue's face off, sue no doubt reaching for her hidden katanas.

"STOP IT!" Everyone jumped at the violent shriek that came out of Brittany's mouth. She clearly had enough. "Why are my friends going away like this? Why?" Her eyes began to well up as she cried again into Mike's arms. Mike could only pat her head as he saw the two adults guilty looking at the kids. Coach Sylvester actually can emote?

"The cheerio's right Ivy boy" Sue walked back to Rachel's body and lifted the cloth slightly towards her, to take a quick look at the star. A golden ornate star, the kind you'd find on a Christmas tree. Sue dropped the cloth back on the body and walked up to the kids. No one expected her to pick up Matt and throw him against the wall, even Iverson reached for his gun.

"How did you stab Berry, Shaft? Huh?" Sue had Matt up against the wall, grabbing his collar and almost 3 inches from his face. Matt looked absolutely terrified as the coach looked like she was going to bite into his throat and drink his blood. Mike wanted to jump in but, well, it was Sue Sylvester. Kurt, however, didn't really think as he pulled matt away from the menacing track suit. Iverson brought his gun up to eye level as Sue tried to go at the boy again.

"Explain yourself Sue! We're supposed to find a killer, not threaten the kids!" Iverson shouted at the 29 (really?) year old lady who looked as if she was about to lunge at Matt again. Sue moved towards Iverson, but not at a 'I'm-gonna-eat-your-soul pace, and back to Rachel, where she pulled the cloth away. The glee club looked away as Iverson stared once again at the girl he couldn't save

"Adler, 97. This star has been in the school for a while, meaning that it was in the room before we came in." Sue pointed at the star, which Iverson bent down to look at. Sure enough, the star read 'Lillian Adler, 1997' "The name on the star was the in-charge of glee before Schuester and Cleopatra. Since its Glee Club property, it must have been in Schuester's office, which as you can see, gumshoe, is to your right." Sue pointed to the now open room, which was next to the kids. "Shaft over there was next to the door, therefore it's only logical and my legal right as a Pinkerton to suspect HE'S A MURDERER!"

Iverson had to look at the logic, Sue was right. He reached down to his phone to contact the local cops outside, telling them to get the door frickin open again. He put his phone away, and then he pulled out the last thing even sue expected him to pull out. Handcuffs. "Kinky there flatfoot." Sue remarked as Iverson turned to the kids, who were now even more distant from each other.

"Ladies and gentleman, I have a pair of handcuffs here. The cops outside will get the door open soon hopefully. To prevent any more of people dying, I'm going to handcuff one of you. But you choose who I handcuff." Everyone looked at him, almost like Iverson had produced a baby from his mouth. "I only have one, so please, choose wisely." The room immediately went silent, as the staring began. Sue still stared at Matt, who was in turn staring at Mike, who was staring back at him. Kurt was staring at Brittany and the blood oh her skirt, Brittany in turn staring at the cloth. "Say who you want me to cuff."

"Lamont Jordan over there!" "Mike!" "Matt!" "Brittany." "What are handcuffs?"

Everyone just looked at Brittany. Then at Kurt, who had even suggested her. Mike and Matt were still deadlock with each other. Mike had just stabbed his best friend in the back. Not literally, but with handcuff suggestions. Matt had done the same, who wouldn't if you saw blood on your best friend's clothes. "Can I get in the handcuffs?" Brittany asked with Kurt seemingly seething at the suggestion.

"Really Brit? You want to get in the handcuffs? So you won't do anything more to us?" Kurt attack with as much barb in his voice as a drunken sailor would have. Brittany ignored Kurt's comments as she walked up to Iverson, hands in front of her.

"They're supposed to keep me safe, that's what Santana told me the last time she used it. Hers were pink and fluffy." The room went silent for the umpteen time that night, this time due to the possible fetishes of Brittany Pierce. But the point at hand was still that Brittany wanted to handcuff herself, Matt and Mike suspected each other though they were best friends, Sue was still blaming 'Shaft' Matt and Kurt believed that Brittany was a wolf in sheeps clothing that iked furry handcuffs. Vierson cuffed the young blonde and she returned to her seat.

"Why the hell did you cuff her?" Mike shouted in anger.

"Yeah Ivy Boy, you can't cuff my cheerio, that is in distinct violation of the Geneva code!"

"Sue, she asked for it! You too, Mr Chang. Control yourselves, or I will restrain you with other methods. "Iverson warned both the shouting parties.

"Cuff Mike! C'mon! He has blood on him for crying out loud!" Sue immediately ran up to Mike to inspect the boy. Kurt even pushed away the chair he was sitting on to look at his former glee mate, now prime suspect.

"Dude what the hell! You have blood on you too!"

"Shut up! You both have blood on your damn clothes. So, is this an East meets West collaboration of murderers?"

"You mean three-way Coach." Kurt spoke above Sue's roar with his high voice. "Brittany has blood on her too."

"Well then Lady, it looks like you're the only one here without blood on you." Sue sauntered with a glint in her eye to the purple clad counter tenor. "you a murderer Lady? Never knew you had it in you."

"Why I..bb…purple hides red, you just can't see it." Kurt managed to defend himself from Sue's assault.

"Exactly tickle-me-dough face. Never thought show tunes could motivate kids to go stabbing each other." Sue pushed Kurt back down into his chair, the later landing with a small yelp.

"Back off okay!" Kurt screamed slightly higher pitch than normal. "I didn't kill anyone! You could be the killer for all we know!"

"The guilty always suspects the great. It's in the scouting handbook, which I wrote and sold it off to those weaklings who tie ropes to trees. If you don't say you're the killer, I will use my secret ninjitsu that I learnt from the Emperor of japan and force it out of you." Sue threatened Kurt, who looked almost terrified at the woman's intentions. Iverson pulled Sue away, who shrugged him off.

"Back off the kids already, geez! Maybe I should have put you in the handcuff!"

"WHAT? Say that again ivy boy, I dare you."

"Stop the violence!"

"Not if you don't first Brit! Don't act stupid."

"Dude, what the hell, are you seriously saying I killed everyone."

"Are you? You said I had blood on my clothes. You do too, killer!"

BZZZZZZZZZZZZ! Here we go…

"Godamnit again! Fu..."

"Whichever one of you it is, just go away! Leave us alone!" Kurt shouted into the darkness, his voice breaking.

"Okay!" A gun click was heard. "Turn the damn lights on, right now!" Iverson raised his gun out in front of him, hoping to coax the killer towards him.

"Pipe down Flatfoot! The more you talk the less I can hear this scumbag breathing!"

"ARGHHH!"

Nobody moved. No one dared to anyway. The scream was so muffled that no one could tell who was it No one knew who was on their left or right, no one knew who would still be there when the lights came back on. Worst of all, no one knew if they would be there themselves either. Suddenly, another sound echoed throughout the pitch black choir room. But it was a button being pressed. Then, the music began.

"My funny valentine, sweet comic valentine, you make me smile with my heart"

Sue tensed up at the music, readying her hidden knife.

Kurt teared silently, squatting down to hopefully escape all of it.

Brittany tried to stand up, forgetting that she had handcuffs on, and slipped back into her seat.

Mike breathed slowly, hoping that no one would find him.

Matt readied himself for what was next.

"Your looks are laughable, unphotographable, yet you're my favourite work of art"

A figure in the darkness searched.

Another sat.

Another was hurting.

Another realised the obvious.

Another tightened its fist.

And the Voice began to sing again, the serenade of death.

"Is your figure less than Greek, is your mouth a little weak"

Sue Sylvester was many a things. Secret US Marine. General during the US war against the North Pole. Creator of the Iron Maiden and founder of the I -Heart- the shaving of Curly Haired Men club. She was not going to add murder victim to her list. She readied her knife in her hands, waiting to strike whoever was going to get near her. But as much as she touted herself to be, she was not an all seeing being in the dark, nor was she the last of the Canadian ninjas. She couldn't tell her left from her right in the situation. And with that singing? Sue grumbled internally. She swore that voice was getting closer. Her grip on the hilt was vice like, her body poised for a Mitsumi Stab, especially for curly haired men.

"When you open it to speak, are you smart?"

The voice was getting closer. Closer. She swore she could hear the bastard breathing through the filth filter it called its nose. Sue wasn't going to let it end like this no way. She hadn't become the President of the World yet, she wasn't going to die in Schuester's old room.

"C'mon ya dumbass, hit Sylvester where it hurts!"

"Don't change a hair for me, not if you care for me"

Then it happened. Sue hasn't shanked. She was moved forcefully. Someone had just grabbed her arms and yanked her backwards. Was it the killer? No, wait, those hands. She knew whose hands that where on her tracksuit. She knew that that wasn't the killer, Someone was trying to save her. Wait, someone is trying to save Sue Sylvester? Sue Sylvester doesn't need saving! She wasn't about to complain, when the hands quickly whispered to her.

"Quickly, now!"

Sue didn't need to be told twice. The hand's voice confirmed her suspicion as she readied herself. It was time to put an end to this nonsense.

"Stay little valentine"

"HYAAAA" Sue thrust her knife forward, executing her Mitsumi stab to perfection. Connection.

"Stay…..ARGHHHH!"

The Voice had landed with a resounding thud. Sue heard a noise of something crunching between the fall. In time too, as the lights slowly began to flicker back on. As the neon light lamps began to glow on, Sue waited to see what was going to lie in front of her when they fully came on. Which cockacidal maniac was going to be lying in front of her with a wound? She steadied her stance.

The lights completely flashed on.

A figure was on the floor.

Four others were in shock.

"I knew it."

WHO KNOWS IT? WHO THE HELL IS THAT! GAH!

That's how I believe your inner monolougues are working right now, =D

Anyway, the reveal is in the next chapter. alright all you Sherlocks and Marples out there, can you figure it out? Will the killer be brought to justice? And of course, there is a twist, but what is it? what didyou not expect? GASP! The UNICORNS are the killers! Wrong. They're still in Hawaii. Anyways, Please be patient, k guys? Will get this done soon. anyways, good luck to Glee for the Golden Globes later, and Cheers!