A/N - Hey guys! So this is my first FanFiction, hopefully someone reads it lol. Also just a warning, this is going to have its fair share of violence and character death, as well as some language. This is gonna be a short chapter, and it's from the killer's pov. The rest of the chapters will be longer, although there will be a little part in italics at the beginning and/or end of each chapter from the killers pov (written in first person) so sorry if it's a little confusing, it'll get more interesting I promise!! Hope you like it!!
Prologue
These people. All these people, sitting in this stupid choir room. I hate every single one of them. They all think that they're better than me. Even Puck, who just got out of freakin juvie, seems to have more friends than me. I mean, if I wanted to, I could have tons of friends. I just don't like to hang out with losers. Now you may be thinking, having no friends and being a member of glee club and all, am I not a loser myself? The answer to that is no, cause soon, I'm gonna be the most famous not-loser to ever walk the halls of McKinley. I will be the only member of the New Directions, every song will be my solo. There will be no one to steal my spotlight, and no one to get in the way of my inevitable fame. Also, for the record, it's not murder, and I'm not a serial killer or anything. It's simply… survival of the fittest. It's the beginning of the end for this damn glee club, but it's the beginning of a new era for me, myself and I. Well, dear tributes, may the odds be ever in your favour.
A/N - so yeah, that's it! Decent? Terrible? I'll hopefully get a chapter done about every day or two, and I'm planning about 10 chapters, maybe a few more. That being said if this turns out to be an epic flop then we'll pretend this never happened :)