The Murderer||Glee

Sleeping Beauty & Her Prince?

Rachel awoke the following morning, after a bad night's sleep.

She kept thinking about Finn; not the Finn she loved but his horrifying dead body with the eyes removed.

The face haunted her.

She also couldn't get Puck's face out of her mind.

It hadn't sunk in that she, Rachel Berry, had actually killed him, was it the right thing to do? Or a fatal mistake?

The answer presented itself to her as she stepped outside and saw Matt's body by Santana's cabin.

"Oh no. Oh please no." Rachel gasped, panting.

She collapsed onto the floor and burst into a fit of hysterical tears with the realisation that Puck couldn't have been the killer.

What have I done?

She stumbled over to where Matt lay; his throat had been slit and the dried blood remained around his neck and on his shirt.

Puck's last words replayed over and over in her head, screaming at her; "You've got the wrong guy, and when you find out who really killed Finn you'll hate yourself forever."

Rachel tried to ignore the terrifying, distorted voice, but it was driving her crazy.

"Stop!" she yelled; her hands pressed against her ears. "STOP!"

"Rachel" Quinn quivered, stepping out of her own cabin. "What – have you done?"

"I'm so sorry, Quinn. I'm so sorry" Rachel cried in an uncontrollable flood of tears.

The haunting voice had vanished.

"Oh – my- god, Matt. Rachel, did you kill Matt?"

"No. No, I didn't kill him, Quinn – I killed Puck and now I know – I was wrong – he wasn't the killer- I'm so sorry."

"It's too late for sorry, Rachel" Quinn whispered sadly, glaring at the girl "Sorry won't bring Puck back".

She spotted a piece of paper near Emma, who lay asleep under a blanket.

Quinn picked up the note, shaking, and read it aloud:

"What thing is that that twists round so briskly ?' asked the maiden, and taking the spindle into her hand she began to spin; but no sooner had she touched it than the evil prophecy was fulfilled, and she pricked her finger with it. In that very moment she fell back upon the bed that stood there, and lay in a deep sleep."

"Matt?" Rachel trembled.

Quinn shook her head, looking sick as she noticed that the door to Santana's cabin was ajar.

The girls crept in to discover Santana lying dead in her bed.

Red marks around her neck suggested that she had been strangled.

She looked terrified but somewhat peaceful at the same time.

Her beautiful face was etched into a final expression of silent relief; it was all over.

Rachel screamed as she realised that one of Santana's fingers had been removed.

It lay, mangled and bloody, on her chest.

Quinn ran out, feeling ill.

Emma had woken up too, and wailed at the sight of Matt's body.

She had tried to stay awake the night before, but somehow her body didn't let her.

The gun was gone.

"What's all the screaming about" Mike questioned, emerging from his cabin. "Has anyone seen-" he paused, having found who he was looking for.

His heart sunk in his chest as his eyes fell to the body of his dead best friend.

"I'm so sorry, Mike" Emma mumbled, apologetically; overwrought with guilt that she had fallen asleep the night before.

Mike's mouth hung open in disbelief.

He couldn't speak and he felt that his eyes were deceiving him.

Matt couldn't be dead, it didn't make any sense.

"No" Mike screamed, finally finding his voice.

He ran to Matt's body, falling to his knees, and shaking him in an attempt to wake him up.

"Wake up" he cried.

Quinn rested her hand on his shoulder, but he pushed it away.

"You can't be dead, Matt. You can't be" He managed to yell, through an overflow of tears.

"You're my best friend- I- I need you. Don't die" He whispered softly.

He gently stroked the slit in Matt's throat with his fingers, incapable of accepting that Matt was really dead.

"I HATE YOU" He began to shout. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?"

"I know, Mike. We all hate the killer for putting us through this- for killing our friends." Emma agreed; a tear rolled down her cheek as she watched the young boy break down in pieces.

Emma and Rachel were so fixated on Mike and the scene before them that they hadn't noticed Quinn had disappeared.

"I know-" he replied, considering something.

He sat there; thinking for a moment.

He then looked at Matt for one last time, closing the boy's eyes, and then into the sad face of Emma.

"I know who the killer is."

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(A/N: Who is the killer, Mike? Tell us... tune in for the next chapter, we will be interviewing front runners- Quinn Fabray, Rachel Berry, Emma Pillsbury, and Mike Chang.)