A/N: The longer chapter as promised. enjoy :)
Chapter 13: Humpty Dumpty
A few hours after they had found Artie and Tina, Will called everyone into the living room.
"Santana, got any signal yet?" He asked the Latina, who was stood in the corner of the room, mobile phone in her hand.
"No." She sighed. "This sucks. How are we going to get away? No bus, no phones, nothing. We're just stuck here." she slouched down on the armchair beside Brittany.
"Okay guys right now I don't know how we can get away. But we will get away. I think it's become pretty obvious by now that we cannot trust anyone but ourselves. There is a murderer among us and we need to stop them before it's too late. Before we lose anyone else. I know everyone is very upset and will probably need a friend right now, for comfort, but I need you to make sure you don't trust anyone too much. Trust may be your greatest weakness. Your trust may get you killed. All I'm saying is look after yourselves. We don't want to lose anyone else." Will looked around at his students, knowing that this could be the last time that they were all sat together. "We need to make the most of our time together because unfortunately we don't know what tomorrow brings. And as we are whittling down in numbers, we need to cherish each moment. I know it's tough because we're all mourning but we have to try." There was not a dry eye in the room. Even Puck came over a bit emotional. The thought of losing all of their friends, broke their hearts. "I want everyone to go to bed tonight, make sure their doors are locked. I wish I could say everyone could have their own room to ensure ultimate safety but unfortunately there are not enough rooms. So there will have be at least two rooms with more than one person. I need you all to decide who to trust very carefully."
It turned out that although they could potentially be sharing rooms with a murderer, the kids felt safer sharing. Brittany, Santana and Quinn stayed in Brittany and Santana's room, Kurt, Mercedes and Rachel in Kurt's room and Finn, Puck and Matt shared Puck and Matt's room. Will stayed in his room. No one got much sleep that night.
It was Quinn who got up first the next morning. She wanted to get a glass of water. Something on the way made her stop and she never got that glass of , the house keeper lay on the floor of the living room his body covered in knife slashes. Slashes that spelt out two words across his chest. "HUMPTY DUMPTY".
Quinn screamed at the sight causing Kurt, Mercedes and Rachel to wake up and rush to the living room.
Quinn heard them coming and mumbled "Murder. There's been another. And Tim, poor Tim. Who would do this? The rhyme. It's on his skin. It's scratched on his skin." Upon entering the room the three teenagers' saw exactly what Quinn had meant. They saw the house keeper and they saw the "note" on his body.
"The rhyme is on his body. That, that means we don't know who it is, who the murderer has got." Kurt stammered. The four kids looked at each other.
"Okay" Mercedes started. "We need to sort this out. You and Rachel" she directed at Quinn, "Go and make sure Brittany and Santana are okay. Kurt and I will go down the boy's corridor. We'll all meet up back here after and get some of the boys to move the body."
Quinn nodded before a frown appeared on her face. "You said the boy's will move the body. What if they're not okay? What if the boy's are missing?"
"Quinn calm down, they're going to be fine. Everyone will be fine, you'll see" Mercedes faked a smile, knowing that her words were almost certainly untrue.
Rachel knocked vigorously on the door of the cheerleaders room. "Santana, Brittany please open the door. Are you okay in there?" There was no answer. She knocked again, louder this time. "Santana, Brittany" she shouted. Just as Rachel went to knock for a third time, the door creaked open to reveal a tired looking Santana.
"What do you want? I'm tired, I need sleep and I think Brittany's ill so we'd like it if you left us in peace" she groaned. Rachel looked at her apologetically. She didn't want to get on the wrong side of the Latina, but now wasn't the time for sleeping.
"Santana, we found another note this morning. We were coming to make sure you were okay. I hope that wasn't too much of an inconvenience for you. Sorry for making sure you were safe." Quinn quipped sarcastically. "Oh and what's wrong with Brittany?" she added, the sarcasm now gone.
"Oh, ummm, I didn't realise. I'm umm sorry." Santana never apologized so Quinn knew she was being sincere. Usually she would have made a remark about Santana's new soft side but the thought hadn't even crossed her mind. There were more important things to think about. Santana continued "Brittany just doesn't seem herself. She's been really quiet. Her eyes are bloodshot and she looks really tired and pale. I think the deaths are affecting her really badly. I've never seen her like this before"
Quinn nodded, knowing that Brittany was very emotional and also knowing that she was very loving so would be absolutely gutted if any of her friends died. Let alone a whole bunch of them. "Would you mind if I came in to see her? I just want to see her."
Reluctantly Santana moved out of the way of the door, allowing Quinn into the room. Rachel shuffled around uncomfortably outside the door, not wanting to intrude. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see Santana looking at her with a slight smile on her face. Not the usual smirk that usually followed by a bitchy comment but a genuine smile. Rachel attempted a smile back.
"You can come in you know. I think Brittany would like to see you" she admitted.
"Thanks" Rachel moved towards the door. Santana just nodded and led her into the room.
Brittany was curled up in a ball on her bed. She had a thick blanket wrapped around her and was sucking her thumb. Santana was right. She did look ill. Quinn had propped herself against the headboard and was rubbing the other girl's back soothingly.
"It's not fair." Brittany whispered her voice barely audible. Quinn sighed, and then pulled the girl into a hug. "I know Brittany. I know"
"I never even got to say goodbye." She sobbed. "It's not fair." Rachel sat down next to Brittany and put an arm round her shoulder. "You know what Brittany, it sucks. What's happened sucks. But we're gonna make it out of here. All four of us. We're gonna look after each other from now on and we're going to be okay"
Brittany looked up, a small smile formed from her lips. "Do you promise Rachel?"
Not wanting to give false hope but not wanting to hurt the girl any more than she was Rachel answered "I promise" Then Rachel remembered something. "Quinn. The note. We need to get back to the living room"
All four of the girls left the room and headed down the hall.
When they got to the living room they saw Mercedes and Kurt sitting on the sofa with their heads down. Tim's body had been moved and most of the blood had been cleaned off the floor. Kurt looked up and shook his head from side to side as if trying to wake himself up from a dream. A nightmare. He looked helpless, like a lost puppy. "You know what; I really thought we had a chance. Maybe a small chance, but still a chance that we'd get out of here. Day by day I'm losing hope" No emotion seemed to cross his features as he spoke.
"Kurt, what's happened? Is everyone okay? Where are the others?" Santana questioned, rushing over to him and pulling him into a hug (something that just one week ago she would never have done). Kurt let her hug him and he started sobbing carelessly into her shoulder (something that just one week ago he would never have done). He tried to answer her question but the words weren't forming.
Luckily for him, he didn't have to speak. All of Santana's questions were answered when three exhausted teenagers entered the living room.
Finn sighed. "We found him"
Santana, Brittany, Kurt, Rachel, Quinn and Mercedes all looked over to where the boy's were standing.
Rachel sobbed when she looked over to see a body lying in Puck's arms.
"Mr Schue"
A/N: I know one or two people asked for me not to kill Mr Schue but i've already planned everything.. who's gonna die, who the murderer is, order of when they're gonna die so sorry about that :/ .. And to Annadog40 ..hopefully this chapter sort of explained why they can't call the police (their mobiles have no signal and the phone lines have been cut (this was mentioned in a previous chapter))