A/N: Sorry about the really short chapter yesterday. Hopefully this will make up for it.

Chapter 19: Three Blind Mice

Before the boys left Matt wrote a letter which he gave to Kurt. "Can you give this to Santana if I umm, you know don't make it back"

Kurt took the letter and stored it in his back pocket. "Oh Matt I'm so worried, I wish you guys didn't have to go. It's not safe."

"I know it's not but how are you ever going to get out of here if we don't go?"

He nodded his head. "I know you're right Matt but I just, it's just horrible."

Matt put his hands on the smaller boy's shoulders. "Just look after the girls, look after yourself. Don't worry about us."

It was around six o clock when they left the house and the sun was going down. Each of the boys carried a flashlight for when it got dark and Puck also carried the knife. Finn was shaking.

"Dude what's up?" Puck asked. "Are you scared?"

"Umm no, of course not. I'm just cold." He lied.

"Hmmm, if you say so"

Finn edged closer to Puck, feeling safer beside his ex best friend.

After about an hour Rachel was getting worried. She had locked herself in her bedroom like Finn had instructed before he left but now she wanted to leave. She walked cautiously down the corridor and along to Kurt's bedroom. She knocked briefly on the door and was surprised at the speed in which he opened it.

"Rachel, what a pleasant suprise." Kurt said dryly.

"May I come in Kurt?" Rachel beamed, not even waiting for an answer before pushing past him into the room.

"Oh of course you can, make yourself at home" he grumbled sarcastically as she took a seat on the bed. "Oh and by the way if you're in here to murder me please make it quick. I really don't have the patience for one of them long, drawn out deaths. Maybe just poison my drink or something, that's my water on the side there." Kurt said, pointing over to a glass on the bed side table.

Rachel laughed. "I'm not here to kill you Kurt. I just wanted some company"

"Hmm" Kurt replied, talking a seat on the opposite bed.

"So, who do you think the murderer is?" She asked, desperate to get rid of the awkward silence.

Kurt thought for a moment before saying "Honestly Rachel, right now I would say it's you."

Matt and Finn stood on either side of Puck and rather than talking all three of them were thinking.

Matt was thinking about Mike and Mercedes and how he wished he could die just to be with them. But then there was Santana. She had just lost Brittany and Matt was one of the only people she had left. If he died tonight, he wanted to die trying to save her.

Finn felt lucky in a way. Everyone else had lost the people closest to them except him. Matt had lost Mike, Santana had lost Brittany and Kurt had lost Mercedes. Finn still had the two people that mattered most to him; he still had Puck and Rachel.

Puck thought about Quinn and how beautiful she had looked lying still on her bed. He thought about being a dad and how he wished he could grow old with Quinn and his baby girl. But realistically all Puck had left were the two boys beside him and Santana and he knew he didn't want to lose any of them.

Puck was dragged out of his thoughts when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. "Puck, look over there. There's a shadow, it looks like a person. We should turn back." Matt whispered.

Puck looked over to the boy, then over to where he was pointing. A dark figure could just be seen in the darkness. He looked back over to Matt, who had a fearful look on his face. "Matt, get your flashlight out."

Matt nodded and reached into his coat pocket. "But Puck, if we put the lights on, they'll see us."

Puck looked at him before nodding "I know, but it's going to be really dark soon. We can barely see now, we need the lights or someone could just creep up on us. It's safer this way"

"Guys my flashlight isn't working."

The boys turned to look at Finn who was trying desperately to fix the light.

"Dude, did you put batteries in it?" Puck asked, aware of his friend's lack of common sense.

Finn unscrewed the top of the light and looked inside. "Oh crap" he sighed. Finn had forgotten the batteries.

Matt and Puck both attempted to switch on their flashlights, but they both failed as well. "Come on, we can't have all forgot batteries." Puck said as he found no batteries in his or Matt's torches. "I know I didn't forget. I bet it was that stupid murderer. They think of everything"

Matt and Puck were too busy studying their torches to notice Finn had gone. It was only when they heard his cries for help that they looked up. It took a few moments for them to find him, laying on the floor a few metres away. His face was all bloody and there was a gash along his neck. Puck felt a hand tap him on the shoulder and he turned around to find himself face to face with the murderer.

"Okay you two, who's next?"

Kurt had finally got Rachel to leave his room but now that he was alone he sort of wished she hadn't gone. He couldn't stop thinking about Mercedes, and how she had looked. Out of all of the murders hers was definitely the most graphic and he knew that image would haunt him forever, especially as she was his best friend.

Santana had been sitting alone in her room since she had found out about Brittany. She wished she could go and apologize to Matt, but she knew he had gone with the other boys to try and get help. She didn't mean to shout at him, she was angry and although he would have known she didn't mean it, she felt terrible. She loved Matt, he was her first true boyfriend and although they had split up earlier in the year, she still loved him.

Rachel sat alone in the living room worrying about Finn. He was the first person who actually seemed to accept her and she didn't want him to die. Also Kurt thought she was the murderer. Rachel would never murder anybody, not even for a solo. She was a driven person and could get angry at times but she would never murder someone and it upset her that Kurt would think she would.

"Why don't you just kill us both now? Get it over with?" Puck shouted, before running over to Finn and sitting down next to his body.

The murderer laughed. "Oh Noah, where's the fun in that? I want a chase."

"You are sick." Matt screamed.

"You know what's funny; Mike said the exact same thing to me when I told him my plan, seconds before I killed him."

"Don't you dare say his name. Don't you talk about Mike." Matt was angry, he wanted to kill the person in front of him.

"Aww are you going to stop me then?" The murderer chuckled. "Mike, Mike, Mike, Mike"

Matt surged forwards and tried to push the murderer down. "I could kill you right now Matty, but you know what, you're quite fun when you're angry, I think I'll have more fun if you're alive a little bit longer."

The murderer then turned around and walked off, leaving the boys alone.

Rachel and Kurt both sat in the living room. Both were too stubborn to admit it but they were scared. Rachel was scared for Finn and Kurt was scared for everyone, especially himself after being left alone with Rachel.

Santana still sat alone in her room, thinking about Brittany and thinking about Matt. The silence was becoming unbearable so she moved into the living room to join the others. There was still a silence but at least when she had company the silence was more tolerable.

Puck was talking to Finn soothingly, trying to make him stay awake. "Come on mate, don't go to sleep. Just keep your eyes open, keep listening to me."

Finn opened his mouth to speak, but Puck put a finger to his mouth to stop him. "Shush, you have a deep cut on your neck. Talking will just put you in even more pain."

Matt watched on helplessly as Puck tried to keep Finn awake. He watched as Puck ripped the sleeve of his shirt off and placed it on Finn's neck to stop the bleeding. He watched as Finn slipped in and out of consciousness. He watched as Finn began to lose consciousness for the third time. As he came around again he looked up at Puck and took a deep breath.

"Hey Puck, I just want you to know, before I die that I forgive you and if I got the chance I would have loved to be best friends with you again."

Puck smiled slightly at the boy in front of him, as his eyes welled up with tears. "That means a lot to me dude and it can happen. We can be best friends again. You're gonna make it Finn."

"Puck, are you crying?" He laughed softly at his mohawked friend. "Well at least I can say I've had one achievement in my sorry little life. I made the resident badass of McKinley cry."

Puck couldn't help but smile at Finn, who was still able to lighten the mood even as death was fast approaching him.

In a matter of seconds Finn's face contorted into one of horror "Puck, Matt, I uh think you should go" Finn croaked, almost choking on his words.

"No, I can't leave a man behind." He argued, looking at Matt for his agreement.

Matt nodded. "We can't just leave you."

"But, you, you need to go" he breathed, "The killer's back" he cried, pointing behind Matt and Puck.

"Thanks for the introduction Finn, but aren't you dead yet?" the murderer cackled, pushing Puck out of the way and shooting Finn in between his eyes. "Ha, that's better"

A/N: Next chapter... murderer is revealed