Chapter 15: An Untimely Death

As a group the death of Mr Schue had hit them the hardest. Matt loved Mr Schue but honestly felt much more pain when Mike had died. He needed to get out of the house for a bit. To clear his head. Everyone crying over Mr Schuester was getting Matt down. He had cried for his teacher aswell, but part of him felt like everyone had forgotten Mike, Tina, Artie and Emma and none of them deserved to be forgotten.

Puck was also feeling a bit down. He was obviously felt bad for all the people that had died but to be honest he was more worried about the ones left. In particular Quinn, Finn, Santana and Matt. He really didn't want to lose any of them.

The two boys went for a walk, neither one talking much but there was no awkward silence. In a way it was relaxing just to get away from everyone. Out of the surviving kids Matt and Puck had gone from two of the least likely to cry to emotional wrecks. But both were starting to realise this wasn't going to get easier and they started to deal with the pain in a better way. Until they came to the one spot Matt hoped he'd never see again.

"Umm, dude. We should go" Puck said, looking over to his friend. They had come to the edge of the lake, the place they had found Mike. They both knew it was the place as they saw a green and white trainer rested on the floor. Mike's favourite trainer.

"I think I'm gonna stay a bit. You can go if you feel uncomfortable"

Puck paused before answering "No, I'm going to stay as well. You know, keep you company."

"Thanks Puck" He replied, as a small smile spread across his lips.

"No problem" He smiled back, putting his arm around the other boys shoulder.

Rachel, Kurt and Finn seemed to be taking Will's death the hardest so the three of them all headed to their rooms to spend some time alone.

Rachel tossed herself onto her bed and just reminisced. It seemed that her tears had run out crying over other people. She was unable to cry.

Kurt just sat in the corner of his room. He grabbed his iPod and listened to it for the first time since the coach journey. The coach journey where everyone was happy, they had no worries and everything was great. Oh, how a few days can change everything.

Finn clearly hadn't run out of tears. They had been constantly streaming down his face for over an hour now and showed no signs of stopping. He just lay on his bed, his face pressed into the pillow.

Santana also decided to go for a walk but alone. Brittany wanted to come with her but she decided that it would be better if she stayed with Quinn. Quinn seemed to make her happier earlier. Santana wasn't really capable of cheering people up at the moment.

Quinn, Brittany and Mercedes stayed in the living room. They decided to pass the time by playing a game of cards that Quinn had bought along. That was short lived as Brittany didn't understand the game at all and kept getting confused. Instead they all went to Brittany and Santana's room and talked for a while.

It was a little over two hours later when Puck and Matt started heading back to the house. They had lost track of time talking about old times. It was good for Matt to talk to Puck and good for Puck to talk to Matt. They laughed together about things they had done. The first time either of them had laughed since the beginning of the week.

As they got back to the house it was quiet. Eerily silent. There was no one around. The boys looked living room and hallway in search of people but didn't find anyone so they started on the rooms. Although neither would admit it they were too scared to be alone in the creepy, silent house so they stuck together. They knocked on all the doors down the boy's corridor. They got no answers. Down the girls corridor they were relieved to find one other person. Rachel. She opened her door on the second knock.

"Oh hi Matt. Puck. What can I do for you?" she answered politely. She seemed to have no knowledge of where anyone was, as she was alone in her room.

"Umm, do you know where everyone is?" Puck asked. He was starting to worry now. Surely they had to be some more people around here somewhere.

"I'm sorry Noah. I've been in my room the whole time. Are they not in their rooms?" She replied.

"You're the first person we've found. Yours is also the last room to check." Matt commented anxiously.

Rachel stood up and walked over to the door. "Don't worry. I'm sure they've just gone for a bit of fresh air or something." The three of them then headed down the corridor to do one more check of the rooms.

Santana had been walking for nearly two hours and her legs were starting to ache. As she turned to walk back she heard a scream coming from the direction of the house.

Oh crap. Thoughts rushed through Santana's mind. She sprinted off in the direction of the house. Not only did she need to find out what the screaming was about but suddenly the idea of being alone in the forest frightened her a lot.

"Oh my god. It was you. It's been you all along hasn't it" Rachel screamed.

"No Rachel, please listen to me. This isn't what it looks like." Quinn Fabray was sat at the end of her bed. In her hand was a blood covered knife.

"Listen to you. Listen to you. You are holding a knife. What more proof do I need?" she shouted, tears streaming down her face. "You know Quinn; I thought I could trust you. I thought we'd become friends but I bet you only did it so at the end you could just kill me."

Quinn put the knife down and tried to reach her hand out to the smaller girl's shoulder. Rachel moved away sharply. "Don't touch me"

"Rachel. I swear it wasn't me. I would never do this. Honestly. Please believe me." Quinn begged. "I found the knife. It was in Santana's drawer."

"I don't know what to believe Quinn. I want to believe you but you've been caught Quinn. Caught with a knife."

Quinn stood up. "Fine. Believe what you want, Rachel. But you watch; they'll be more murders after this. And then you'll see. You'll see that I was one of the innocent ones. I can't do this anymore. I can't live in fear anymore. This isn't your fault and I'm sorry but it's just too much for me. I'm scared Rachel and I may act tough on the outside but really I'm petrified and I can't take much more. I can't live each day in fear of my life just waiting to be killed."

"Quinn" Rachel whispered as she stared over at the blonde haired cheerleader who had broken down on the floor, tears flowing freely down her face. "Quinn, we're going to be okay. You are strong Quinn. You can get through this."

Quinn looked Rachel in the eye, she sighed a deep breath and stood up. "Rachel, I can't do this. I'm sorry Rachel. I'm sorry that I was a bitch to you and I'm sorry it took right up until the end of my life for me to apologize."

Rachel took in what Quinn had said and realised only a second too late what she meant.

Quinn raised the knife and stabbed it into her heart.