The last death was Kurt. I'M SO SORRY! I love Kurt so much, so I made his death memorable, to say the least *evil grin*

I'm not even going to say how sorry I am that I haven't updated since New Year's Eve. Just to let you know, I've never been off Fanfiction; life's just so hectic nowadays that most of the time I don't even have my precious writing weekends :( If you want to check that I'm still online, just PM me or review! I'll get back to you, because I get email alerts and I check my email at least once a day.

Anyway! Now to kill another character and get a step closer to finding the killer! Note: This character should be pretty easy. What's hard will be finding the clue.

Chapter 5: Blue

When I woke up this morning, the sky was blue. It's like it was fate, for my next pretty little victim. Kurt Hummel was a delight; the adrenaline rush every time he screamed…it was better than any amphetamine. Countertenor makes pretty screams. Soprano would likely be better though.

Blue; dreamy, childlike, pure and calm. All qualities I could've developed, theoretically, if she hadn't left me, and he hadn't taken me.

Some people say there's no use dwelling on the past.

I say there's no use letting the people that killed your past have a future.

Ooh, dark little metaphor, huh? Wouldn't think I could be so creepy! I giggle and sling the rucksack over my back, closing the door behind me silently, so as to not wake…them up.

The pretty little voices that infest my head...telling me to kill people...

Oh, just kidding! You really thought I was schizophrenic, didn't you? Don't be silly! I'm not crazy!

I'm just insane.

"Hey, Anna?"

She turns her head and smiles at me. Her face is always glowing like some kind of sunny rays hit her when she was a baby and just kept shining, like they always have. Her lips are pink today, like candyfloss. I wonder if they taste like candyfloss. I quickly kiss her and giggle. Yes, they do.

Her eyes drift to the sky again, and mine follow them. The clouds look like candyfloss too. Well, y'know, except them being white and everything. And that one kinda looks like a turtle.

"What's up, honey?"

"I'd really love some ice cream. A bluesky day like this needs ice cream. As well as candyfloss." I kiss her again and giggle. "But I have enough of that."

"Mooooom! That's so gross!" Anna glances backwards, and as always my eyes follow her. Dea is standing in the back doorway, hands pressed over her eyes. I quickly sneak up behind her and lift her up, dangling her upside-down until she squeals with laughter. "Anna, make Mommy stop!" she splutters, laughing to the point of hiccupping.

It's an arrangement Anna came up with. She'll call one of us by our first name and the other one Mommy. It alternates each week; avoids confusion.

At that second, Dea instantly quietens down, and I'm not sure why until I hear the familiar, pretty, tinny song circling around my head. Ice cream van. Dea and I smile identical pleading smiles at Anna until she relents and gives us money. We sprint towards the sound of the song, and finally encounter a beautiful pink-painted ice-cream van, one I haven't seen before. The smell of chocolate chip is delicious.

We catch up to the van and it slows to a halt. We see the ice-cream man; a happy twenty-something boy, already holding two cones. At our request he fills them to the top with vanilla ice cream; we start hungrily tucking into them as we walk away from the ice-cream van, which is now moving away slowly.

I've only had a second to register that the flavour isn't quite…right…when I see Dea's eyes glaze over as she falls to the ground. I rush to her, but when I try and put out my hand to touch her cheek it doesn't move. I realise I'm frozen; trying to scream only lets out the slightest whimper as I fall too, eyes closing, as I hear the faint sound of the ice-cream van catching up with us.

What…where am I…?

I groggily blink my eyes open to see blurry colours and shooting stars. It's pretty, and normally it would lull me to calmness, but there's a sense of fear, of unrest sitting on my chest. I blink hard a few times and see Dea's sleeping form next to me, strapped to a bed. I try to reach out to her, but I discover I'm strapped down too. Confused, I crane my neck around, and see a masked figure sitting near us, watching. Craning a little further, I see the cheery ice-cream man. He's lying down on a seat, crumpled, with what looks like strawberry sauce drizzled over his chest. I don't like looking at him for some reason; I start to feel uneasy so I look back to the masked figure.

It's almost smiling. It gets up, and starts to untie Dea, but doesn't untie me. I look at the walls; pink. I must be inside the ice-cream van. Fear creeps up over my chest like ice. It's not a nice feeling. I wince when she touches Dea; "Don't hurt Dea, please, she's just little."

"Don't worry," she says, and their voice is familiar, low-pitched and gravelly, but with a sweet tone, and I know she's a girl. I wonder why they're wearing a mask. It's not like anyone else can see her. "I have no battle to fight with the defenceless." She fastens a placard around Dea's neck. It looks like an address; look closer, it's Anna's and my address. She injects a needle into Dea and I wince again; Dea's eyes open, groggy and glazed, and as soon as she stands up, the masked figure opens the door and takes Dea out of the van. A minute later she's back.

"Don't worry about your daughter. It's a big city out there, broad daylight; a kind stranger will find her and take her home. It's just you now." Her voice is pleasant, but it doesn't make me calm.

"What are you going to do to me?"

Her voice is almost sorrowful. "I almost considered leaving you behind. You were almost innocent. But you weren't completely innocent, and for that you have to go."

"Go?"

"To the land of butterflies," she says, and her voice has snapped to angry, sarcastic. I don't like it when people are sarcastic with me; a few burning tears build up in my eyes. "Where do you think, princess? You're going to fucking die!"

She lifts a knife and plunges it into my stomach, but I don't feel anything; I don't scream, because it doesn't hurt. She lifts her mask off, and I'm surprised to see her face is covered with scratches, everywhere but her eyes. It makes me feel unhappy for her. She smiles, twisted mouth making it seem like a snarl. "The sedatives mean none of it will hurt. For now." She rakes the knife down my arm, lazily, and the blood trails fascinate me. It's almost surreal to think that's my blood. It's so pretty, red.

Her eyes spark and she instantly begins undoing the straps. At first I think she's going to free me, but then she starts hurriedly speaking. "I was going to just let you bleed to death, but I have a much more theatrical idea. I hope you like archery." She rifles through a huge backpack next to her chair, pulling out a mysterious bag and some matches. She pulls out a syringe, too, and sticks me in the arm. The blurry colours come back, and swirl around until they disappear into black.

Pain. Discomfort. I open my eyes, seeing I'm tied to a post in an uncomfortable stretched position. I see my stomach has stopped bleeding, but I think the sedatives are wearing off, because there's an ebbing pain from there and from my arm, which is still trickling blood. I struggle but the ropes seem unbreakable. I flush when I realise my clothes have been changed.

"Nothing perverse, my dear; just forensic purposes. Can't have the coppers stopping me, now can I?" The disfigured girl chuckles, twirling a stick in one hand. "Now, I want to play a little game with you. It's my own little variation of Truth or Dare. I think I'll call it…Truth or Death! Catchy name, huh?" She giggles, and it's eerie, like blood bubbling in her throat.

I try to block her out and look at everything else. My new dress. It's blue with little blue flowers. It's cute, but it's sad to think this'll be what they find my body wearing. Where I am. An abandoned car lot; I can see the fading painted lines of parking spaces. Fitting.

"So, let's get started with the game, shall we? I'll explain the rules. You choose a truth or a dare. If you lie or don't do the dare, then you get the Death." She briskly pulls an arrow out of her bag and lights it on fire with the matches. The glow illuminates her eyes as she smiles creepily and gives a short, barking laugh. "Don't worry, I won't make it last long. The first arrow will hit your leg; the second your shoulder; the third your heart. You'll be dead in an hour tops. The painlessness of your death depends on how good you are at compliance. After all, this game is just so I can know a little about what makes you tick." She blows out the arrow a centimetre before it reaches her fingers and smiles.

"Okay, first round is Truth. Have you ever cheated on your wife?"

Everything's coming through so fast, and I try to process what just happened. When I realise what the question means, I instantly answer.

"No."

The word doesn't take me a second. I love Anna too much to ever do that. Yet she notches an arrow threateningly. "Are you sure? Because I think you did. I think you cheated on your wife several times, when she was out on business. Didn't you? Didn't you?"

She's already lit the arrow, so I scream, "Yes! I cheated on her!" I sigh with relief, then scream again as the arrow hits my thigh, flames licking at my flesh, bright and orange and hungry for skin. They only last a few seconds before they self-extinguish but they leave a small, deep, gaping hole of agonising pain.

"You didn't cheat on her. You lied. I was trying to convince you to lie. That shows that you are easily persuaded to do what other people wish you to do. Interesting." She fires a dart into my leg, and I cringe at the unbearable pain I expect to come, but strangely it doesn't, just a lot of stinging. "It's a drug to make you clot, so the fact that the arrow severed your artery won't make too much of a difference," she says matter-of-factly. "I also incorporated a drug similar to an epidural. It'll reduce the pain."

"The second round is Dare. I dare you to stay quiet, not making a sound, for the next ten seconds…starting…now." She's sprinted up to me, a sharp implement in one hand. She scrapes it down my cheeks, through one eye, down my chest, and stabs it cruelly into my shoulder, leaving it there and pinning me further to the post. The pain radiates through me in sharp bursts, but I don't speak for fear of more of it. I only clench my fists.

"Good! That shows that you have extensive willpower and aren't actually as stupid as you look. Hmm." She leaves the implement embedded in my shoulder and steps back.

"Truth. Do you think I'm beautiful?"

I look at her incredulously. She's standing there, head cocked to her side, watching, arms folded. She looks young, and like she might have been pretty once. But she's just stabbed me and burned me! I yell inwardly to myself. I chew my lip and contemplate my answer, which is hard in the fog of wearing-off sedatives, unbearable pain and anguish.

"Yes."

I don't expect to feel flames licking at my shoulder, but that's what I get. They don't even add much to the pain; it's gone as far as I think it should ever go. My bare feet are surrounded my a scarlet pool, and I'm feeling even more dazed.

"You want to see the best in everyone. But I'm the bitch who's killing you, dammit! You can't see good if it's not there." Her voice is bitter as she picks out a final arrow and fires another dart into my shoulder, but it doesn't seem to staunch the blood or the incessant pain either. I scream, long and hard, then I stop, then I start again. Everything's red, overtaking the calmness of the blue, making an angry indigo.

She asks me a truth and I'm not sure what it is, or what I do, but I apparently answer correctly. Either that or she takes pity on her dying little victim. I feel sad for her. She's ruined, so she's ruining me. She's bitter, so she's angry at me because my life is sweet like candyfloss. Anna. Dea. Tears sting my wrecked cheeks, mix with my blood.

I'm faint and I know I'm almost dead. I think of everyone I've ever met in my life. My mindset fixes on one face, one I haven't seen in years. Surprised, I stare at it, then a strange idea, a strange thought, unravels in my head, spiralling faster and faster.

"Hey, I'm going to die in a second. Can I finish the game? Games should have five rounds. It's a nice number. And I want you to try a round. This game is fun."

She's looking at her nails, thinking, then she looks up, surprised as she realises what I'm asking. Finally, she speaks, voice impassive. "Fine. Truth or dare?"

"Dare. I dare you to kiss me."

Her eyes widen in shock. She stands there for what seems like hours, as more scarlet droplets escape from my burned and bloodied skin. Then, she walks almost angrily up to me, and kisses me full on the lips. She pulls back and takes a stuttered step back.

"But why?" She wonders out loud. "Maybe you're more puzzling than I think."

I don't really listen. I'm concentrating on the taste in my mouth. The taste of my killer. It's familiar, from a long time ago. I chase a lingering memory and finally catch it.

"Cinnamon-almond gum," I splutter, before coughing up a small amount of blood which spatters the blue-red flower dress. "They liked cinnamon-almond gum, and that's it's taste. They would offer me it. It didn't taste of anything to anyone else, but they loved it." Finally, I work it out. "You're…you're…but you can't be them...are you...?" I don't have to finish the sentence before she nods, almost imperceptibly.

She grins, impressed. "I wouldn't have expected it of you."

I'm not sure what kills me faster; the blood choking me or the arrow she fires quickly into my heart. All I know is, I die wearing red, but with thoughts of blue.

Sweet, sweet blue…

She was a puzzle. An enigma to everyone around her. I wish I could've just studied her for hours, worked out the answer to that niggling little puzzle, but time does not allow for curiosity, and I must move on. They'll find her body in around a day, most likely; enough time to me to take a little vacation.

After all, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?

I hope you enjoyed :)

Kara xxx