Only four. Tsk, tsk, you guys are too easy to kill. Myself included.
Santana shuddered and tried to call the rest of the club, plus Mr. Schue.
They couldn't get through to any of the males in the club, though. Just Mr. Schue, Brittany, and Santana.
Even though they guessed which person was gone, they kept trying to reach them. They finally got through to Finn and Artie, which meant Blaine was dead. Homocide.
They met in the field again, and found Blaine with a bleeding X scratched into his back. There was a bullet hole that went straight through his heart.
It was time to get the police involved.
The killer winked at the bushes where another minion was waiting. The minion sent out a message that was pre-written, should this happen.
I have the power to kill you all in an instant. This will happen if you go to the police.
The club shuddered and the subject was no longer reasonable.
They noticed the next one was Simple.
"That could mean that the death will be simple, the person won't be the brightest, or most likely both." Mr. Schue announced.
At the mention of the most likely scenario, Santana protectively covered Brittany.
The killer smiled.
"Okay, we're all sticking together from now on." Mr. Schue said.
The kids nodded.
They set up a temporary camp in the field. As soon as it got dark, the victim decided they had to pee. It was decided that another would go with the victim, to prevent an attack.
The killer shone a flashlight around, settling on the minion.
The minion understood and pulled a long item out of his pack.
The minion, known to most as Sebastian, locked in on the victim.
He shot, a perfect shot to the head. The victim fell, dead instantly.
When everyone was focused on the gunshot, the killer sent a text.
Well, I guess you know who I am now. Next is Russian Roulette. What fun!