The club all arrived in the clearing-gone-crime scene. The club was all there except for Tina and Rachel. Neither could be found until Rachel came through the woods as white as a ghost. She held up a postcard that read Sudden. Love your Granny Sanders.
"T-Tina. She's dead."
The club turned to each other accusingly.
Artie, who had pretty much been silent and crying this entire Spring Break, voiced up, "I think it's Finn."
Finn glared at him but made no comment. Puck pointed at Rachel, who pointed at Artie, who pointed at Sugar, who pointed at Santana, who pointed to Blaine, who pointed to Brittany-to everyone's dismay-, who pointed at Kurt.
The killer felt around his pocket for the small gun he carried. He squeezed it comfortingly, knowing that its release would cause his temporary minion to shoot another victim.
He winked in the direction of the minion. He caught a flash of brown hair and eyes before he got a ghostly pale look on his face. Jesse better do good on his promise.
He felt himself even start to become shocked. He caught a glimpse of goose bumps on his arm. Seriously, if he wasn't going to kill himself, he could be an actor. Unknown to him, two others caught the brown haired boy moving.
Artie, Puck, and Finn all fired at the same time.
The club turned to them with an accusatory glare.
"Oh like none of you have been carrying protection against this guy." Puck scoffed.
Just then, the unmistakable sound of a sniper hit its victim. They fell to the ground.
The club's phones buzzed.
That was rather…Abrupt. Only seven left…watch your backs. Next is Untimely. I'm getting bored again. But don't worry, I'll continue this game. And if I were you, I'd kill for the chance to live.