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Chapter 20: Unmasked

"Kurt, do you think they're okay?" Rachel questioned. The boys had been gone for over two hours and she was getting worried. "I'm sort of psychic and I think something's wrong"

Kurt shook his head. "I wouldn't say it was psychic to think something was wrong when a murderer's on the loose."

Santana winced at the word "murderer" and pulled Brittany's teddy bear close to her chest.

"Are you okay Santana?" Kurt asked, as he went and sat beside her.

She leaned into him and sighed. "I'm just worried about Matt, and I miss Brittany like mad. I don't know what I'm going to do if Matt doesn't come back." She cried.

"I'm sure he'll be okay." Kurt whispered, rubbing her arm.

"You f*cking bastard." Puck screamed as he ran towards the murderer. "You f*cking bastard. You killed my best friend and my girlfriend." He cried, as angry tears ran down his face.

The murderer just laughed. "You think I killed Quinn do you? I wanted to but I never got the chance."

Puck's face showed a mixture of anger and confusion. "What? What do you mean you didn't kill her?" He demanded.

"Little Quinny put the knife in her own heart Noah"

"I don't believe you" He screamed. "You killed her. You killed my Quinn." He pulled the knife out of his pocket and pointed it towards the hooded figure in front of him.

"Oh goody, Noah's got a weapon. That just makes things so much more exciting." The murderer cackled as they slowly removed their hood.

Matt gasped as he saw who the murderer was. "It, it was you. All along it was you. You killed Mike." he screamed. "But you died? I saw you dead. You died. We carried your body."

"You know Matt, I would love to sit here and tell you all about what happened but I believe there are some people waiting for me at the house. I wouldn't want to have to keep them waiting now would I?"

"Don't you dare lay a finger on Santana." He cried. "You leave her alone. And the others too"

"Wow, you and Mike really are similar. He said the exact same thing. I remember it exactly, he said don't you dare lay a finger on Matt. S'pose it would have been quite sweet if I actually cared."

"We all trusted you and you betrayed us." Puck shouted, still pointing the knife towards the murderer.

"Puck get out of here" Shouted Matt. "Go back to the house and make sure the others are safe."

"I can't leave you. I'm not going." Puck replied, edging closer to Matt as if to prove his point.

"Please Puck" Matt whispered into the other boy's ear. "Look, we can't lead the killer back to the house. We can't both go. I'll stay here – I'll try and – give me the knife and – I don't know. You go back to the house. You look after the others, get them to safety. Get yourself to safety. Please"

"I don't know if I can Matt"

"Boys, as much as I am enjoying your little heart to heart I was really planning on killing you a little quicker than this." Matt and Puck turned around to see the murderer standing right in front of them. "So I really hope you don't mind Puck, but I'm going to make your decision for you."

Puck could do nothing but watch. What happened next happened too fast; it was too quick for Puck to stop it. But at the same time it happened too slowly; slow enough for Puck to see the pain on Matt's face. The murderer had got out the gun and shot Matt right in the middle of his head. Unfortunately for Matt the killer had a perfect aim. It only took seconds for Matt to die after his body collapsed on the floor. The last sight Matt ever saw was the killer's twisted, manic grin. He thought of Santana and a pang of frustration pierced his heart. A frustration that hurt more than the bullet; the fact that he hadn't saved her. His eyes closed for the last time and a bright, white light replaced the dark and lonely forest. Matt's pain was finally over.

"There we go Puck, there's no reason for you to stay anymore. It's just you and me now." Brittany laughed heartlessly.