Glee | AWK: 1. The Case of the Assassins | New Directions (1 of 6)
Started my daily ficlets to make the hiatus pass, then decided to keep going with a 2nd cycle, and then a 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th, 11th , 12th, 13th, 14th, 15th, 16th, 17th, 18th, 19th, 20th, 21st, 22nd, 23rd, 24th, and 25th cycle. Now cycle 26!
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"ASSASSINS WHO KILL: 1. THE CASE OF THE ASSASSINS"
New Directions
Kurt hadn’t even considered the idea that they might say no, not until the morning when he walked into McKinley High with his envelopes in his bag. He wasn’t going to let anyone see them yet, because first he had to make sure he could get the word in with his recruits… Puck and Quinn were the last members of New Directions who had yet to join them for at least one of their games. Did they even know about them? They had to, at this point… Did they know they were the last ones who hadn’t been invited, ever? Did they care? Did they not? So what would happen when he came up and asked?
He decided he should go to Quinn first. It was just a hunch, but if he figured if he could snag her up, then Puck wouldn’t be far behind. He spotted her by her locker, looking through a book, and he came to rest at the next locker over. “Good morning,” he bowed his head. She blinked.
“Hi…”
“I have a proposition for you. Over the last few months I’ve hosted a number of dinners…”
“Your murder mysteries, I know,” she nodded, putting the book back in her locker.
“Right, well… It started small, and then every time a few more people were either brought on by others, or others decided to bring themselves in…”
“I know,” she went on nodding, like he was explaining too slow.
“Yes, so I was wondering if for the next one you might like to join us. I just so happen to have a plum role with your name on it,” he dipped his hand in his bag and pulled out the envelope with her name on it.” She looked at it, looking possibly intrigued though at the same time hesitant.
“I don’t know…” she spoke.
“You can think about it if you want,” he suggested. Again she thought, and then she agreed to that. “Okay, well, you know where to find me,” he told her, putting the envelope back in his bag as he walked off. Now he had to wait before he could approach Puck. The thought did occur to him that he could lie, but he’d probably see right through him, and he wasn’t in the mood for the payback.
Having pulled out one envelope seemed enough to sound the alarm for the others though, as not a minute later he was halted in his steps by the approaching Santana and Brittany. “Game time?” Santana asked. Kurt sighed and reached in his bag, thumbing through the stack before pulling out two envelopes. He made sure he got the right ones before handing them to their rightful owners.
“Am I dying again?” Brittany asked, like she expected it.
“Not as far as I can tell, but I wouldn’t rule it out,” Kurt told her. “The game takes place at the meeting of an Assassins’ Association, so…” The girls perked up, and he went on to explain more. “Santana, you will be known as ‘The Heiress,’ and you’re very good at creating… accidents,” he left it at that, though she was pleased enough. “And Brittany, you are the ‘Angel of Death.’ You never leave a mark, like you could have just touched them walked away with their life.”
“Awesome,” she grinned, then, “Not the dying part, just…”
“I know,” Santana nodded. “Who are you playing?” she then asked Kurt.
“I’m ‘Command’, the Chairman, and a turncoat… I used to play for the good guys, then I turned,” he spoke dramatically. “Speaking of chairmen…” he excused himself from the girls when he spotted Artie coming down the hall. “Hey, how do you feel about some mystery?” he asked, pulling out another envelope. Artie nodded, so Kurt gave him the envelope.
“I will need help getting in the house though. My father threw his back out… You know, you might want to think about finding a more accessible location, especially with how many of us there would be,” he pointed out. Kurt considered this.
“I’ll look into it. As for your role, you are ‘Watcher.’ You are the former Chairman of the Assassins’ Association, but since you became a… chair man, you lost your position. Now you’ve taken to new methods for your kills.” After he left Artie, Kurt started thinking about asking Mr. Schuester to get them access to the Glee room for Saturday night, without putting the idea to him that he might join their game… That would just be too weird.
He found Tina and Mercedes next. Even as he approached, he could tell they already knew… someone must have texted them. So he didn’t waste time, pulling out the two envelopes. “Assassins?” Mercedes asked, curious.
“Yes,” Kurt confirmed, handing her envelope over. “You are ‘Fury’, you deal with revenge hits, for family deaths, and you always make sure they know what they die for.” She was pleased. “And Tina, you are ‘The Geisha.’” She gave him a look, as though to say ‘really?’ “It was either you or Mike,” he pointed out. He followed up his two shots, running into Mike and Matt next. “Hey, so are you guys still interested in another game?” he asked, pulling out two envelopes.
“Assassins? Sure,” Mike confirmed.
“Right, okay,” he carried on, handing Matt his envelope. “You are ‘Combat’, you’re an expert at hand-to-hand, and hard to reach targets. And Mike,” he gave the envelope, “You are ‘Artillery’, you love your explosives. Also, not too good with up-close kills. Maybe that means you’re not good with blood.”
“That makes two of us,” Mike almost had a shiver there. As he left the two, Kurt looked in his bag… not many envelopes left, and two of those he wasn’t even sure if he’d get to use…
“Hey, Kurt.” He turned and found Quinn standing there. “I thought about it, and… I’d like to give it a shot,” she agreed.
“Great!” Kurt tried not to sound too excited and failed miserably. He coughed, reached into the bag and retrieved her envelope again. “So the game is…”
“Assassins, I know,” she nodded.
“News travels… That’s good, I guess. Okay, so you’re ‘Matron Murder.’” Quinn looked ready to sour for a moment, so he hurried to carry on. “Well we can’t have you running around too much, can we?” he looked to her belly. “Besides, it’s a great one. She’s kind of mad… Crazy mad, not angry mad… She’s kind of a sadist… Loves her torture, primed to snap at any moment…” The more he spoke, the more he could see her face turn from annoyance, to curiosity, to excitement… He always loved seeing that. Now that he had her in the bag, he moved on to find Puck. He wasn’t sure, but he had a feeling by the time he got to him, the text message fairy would already have hit and he’d know what it was about… he was right.
“So who else is in this?” he asked before Kurt could speak.
“Everyone in the Glee Club. I just have to go give Finn and Rachel theirs, but I know she’ll be in, so he’ll be in…” he explained.
“Right…” Puck looked to the envelope, and Kurt gave it to him. “You play ‘Slinger’. The guy loves his guns… So I’m sure you’ll be able to relate, somehow,” he indicated his arms. This then left Finn and Rachel, as he’d told Puck. He was surprised she hadn’t come stomping down the hall already…
“Kurt, there you are!” he heard, and he looked up to find… just what he’d expected. So he fished out the last envelopes. When Rachel saw three of them, she knew what it meant; one of those was a backup character, for the victim. He handed one envelope to her.
“Right, I’m guessing you already know what the game is about. You are ‘Blind Eye’, so you’re… blind,” he spoke evidently. “But that hasn’t stopped you… or your knives.” She nodded like a thespian hearing of her role. Then the last two envelopes were handed… to Finn.
“Why do I get…”
“You’re the victim,” Rachel told him, patting his arm, almost with pride.
“Yes,” Kurt cut back in. “You start off as ‘the Chameleon’, and when you bite the big one, you become ‘Bullet’, a probie in the association and an apprentice under ‘Slinger’. That’s Puck.”
“How do I die?” Finn asked.
“I’m sure she can coach you on that,” Kurt looked to Rachel, who was more than ready for the task. “Right, so… Saturday… It says at my house, but it might be here. I’ll let you know.”
THE END
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Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Assassins Who Kill: 1. The Case of the Assassins"
Pairing: New Directions
Rating: G
Summary: For the first Murder Mystery Dinner with all of New Directions, a game where everyone is a killer...
Spoilers: Season 1, sort of.
if you have things you would like to see get written, pleeease drop by the suggestion box. The link is further down!
"ASSASSINS WHO KILL: 1. THE CASE OF THE ASSASSINS"
New Directions
Kurt hadn’t even considered the idea that they might say no, not until the morning when he walked into McKinley High with his envelopes in his bag. He wasn’t going to let anyone see them yet, because first he had to make sure he could get the word in with his recruits… Puck and Quinn were the last members of New Directions who had yet to join them for at least one of their games. Did they even know about them? They had to, at this point… Did they know they were the last ones who hadn’t been invited, ever? Did they care? Did they not? So what would happen when he came up and asked?
He decided he should go to Quinn first. It was just a hunch, but if he figured if he could snag her up, then Puck wouldn’t be far behind. He spotted her by her locker, looking through a book, and he came to rest at the next locker over. “Good morning,” he bowed his head. She blinked.
“Hi…”
“I have a proposition for you. Over the last few months I’ve hosted a number of dinners…”
“Your murder mysteries, I know,” she nodded, putting the book back in her locker.
“Right, well… It started small, and then every time a few more people were either brought on by others, or others decided to bring themselves in…”
“I know,” she went on nodding, like he was explaining too slow.
“Yes, so I was wondering if for the next one you might like to join us. I just so happen to have a plum role with your name on it,” he dipped his hand in his bag and pulled out the envelope with her name on it.” She looked at it, looking possibly intrigued though at the same time hesitant.
“I don’t know…” she spoke.
“You can think about it if you want,” he suggested. Again she thought, and then she agreed to that. “Okay, well, you know where to find me,” he told her, putting the envelope back in his bag as he walked off. Now he had to wait before he could approach Puck. The thought did occur to him that he could lie, but he’d probably see right through him, and he wasn’t in the mood for the payback.
Having pulled out one envelope seemed enough to sound the alarm for the others though, as not a minute later he was halted in his steps by the approaching Santana and Brittany. “Game time?” Santana asked. Kurt sighed and reached in his bag, thumbing through the stack before pulling out two envelopes. He made sure he got the right ones before handing them to their rightful owners.
“Am I dying again?” Brittany asked, like she expected it.
“Not as far as I can tell, but I wouldn’t rule it out,” Kurt told her. “The game takes place at the meeting of an Assassins’ Association, so…” The girls perked up, and he went on to explain more. “Santana, you will be known as ‘The Heiress,’ and you’re very good at creating… accidents,” he left it at that, though she was pleased enough. “And Brittany, you are the ‘Angel of Death.’ You never leave a mark, like you could have just touched them walked away with their life.”
“Awesome,” she grinned, then, “Not the dying part, just…”
“I know,” Santana nodded. “Who are you playing?” she then asked Kurt.
“I’m ‘Command’, the Chairman, and a turncoat… I used to play for the good guys, then I turned,” he spoke dramatically. “Speaking of chairmen…” he excused himself from the girls when he spotted Artie coming down the hall. “Hey, how do you feel about some mystery?” he asked, pulling out another envelope. Artie nodded, so Kurt gave him the envelope.
“I will need help getting in the house though. My father threw his back out… You know, you might want to think about finding a more accessible location, especially with how many of us there would be,” he pointed out. Kurt considered this.
“I’ll look into it. As for your role, you are ‘Watcher.’ You are the former Chairman of the Assassins’ Association, but since you became a… chair man, you lost your position. Now you’ve taken to new methods for your kills.” After he left Artie, Kurt started thinking about asking Mr. Schuester to get them access to the Glee room for Saturday night, without putting the idea to him that he might join their game… That would just be too weird.
He found Tina and Mercedes next. Even as he approached, he could tell they already knew… someone must have texted them. So he didn’t waste time, pulling out the two envelopes. “Assassins?” Mercedes asked, curious.
“Yes,” Kurt confirmed, handing her envelope over. “You are ‘Fury’, you deal with revenge hits, for family deaths, and you always make sure they know what they die for.” She was pleased. “And Tina, you are ‘The Geisha.’” She gave him a look, as though to say ‘really?’ “It was either you or Mike,” he pointed out. He followed up his two shots, running into Mike and Matt next. “Hey, so are you guys still interested in another game?” he asked, pulling out two envelopes.
“Assassins? Sure,” Mike confirmed.
“Right, okay,” he carried on, handing Matt his envelope. “You are ‘Combat’, you’re an expert at hand-to-hand, and hard to reach targets. And Mike,” he gave the envelope, “You are ‘Artillery’, you love your explosives. Also, not too good with up-close kills. Maybe that means you’re not good with blood.”
“That makes two of us,” Mike almost had a shiver there. As he left the two, Kurt looked in his bag… not many envelopes left, and two of those he wasn’t even sure if he’d get to use…
“Hey, Kurt.” He turned and found Quinn standing there. “I thought about it, and… I’d like to give it a shot,” she agreed.
“Great!” Kurt tried not to sound too excited and failed miserably. He coughed, reached into the bag and retrieved her envelope again. “So the game is…”
“Assassins, I know,” she nodded.
“News travels… That’s good, I guess. Okay, so you’re ‘Matron Murder.’” Quinn looked ready to sour for a moment, so he hurried to carry on. “Well we can’t have you running around too much, can we?” he looked to her belly. “Besides, it’s a great one. She’s kind of mad… Crazy mad, not angry mad… She’s kind of a sadist… Loves her torture, primed to snap at any moment…” The more he spoke, the more he could see her face turn from annoyance, to curiosity, to excitement… He always loved seeing that. Now that he had her in the bag, he moved on to find Puck. He wasn’t sure, but he had a feeling by the time he got to him, the text message fairy would already have hit and he’d know what it was about… he was right.
“So who else is in this?” he asked before Kurt could speak.
“Everyone in the Glee Club. I just have to go give Finn and Rachel theirs, but I know she’ll be in, so he’ll be in…” he explained.
“Right…” Puck looked to the envelope, and Kurt gave it to him. “You play ‘Slinger’. The guy loves his guns… So I’m sure you’ll be able to relate, somehow,” he indicated his arms. This then left Finn and Rachel, as he’d told Puck. He was surprised she hadn’t come stomping down the hall already…
“Kurt, there you are!” he heard, and he looked up to find… just what he’d expected. So he fished out the last envelopes. When Rachel saw three of them, she knew what it meant; one of those was a backup character, for the victim. He handed one envelope to her.
“Right, I’m guessing you already know what the game is about. You are ‘Blind Eye’, so you’re… blind,” he spoke evidently. “But that hasn’t stopped you… or your knives.” She nodded like a thespian hearing of her role. Then the last two envelopes were handed… to Finn.
“Why do I get…”
“You’re the victim,” Rachel told him, patting his arm, almost with pride.
“Yes,” Kurt cut back in. “You start off as ‘the Chameleon’, and when you bite the big one, you become ‘Bullet’, a probie in the association and an apprentice under ‘Slinger’. That’s Puck.”
“How do I die?” Finn asked.
“I’m sure she can coach you on that,” Kurt looked to Rachel, who was more than ready for the task. “Right, so… Saturday… It says at my house, but it might be here. I’ll let you know.”
THE END
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 01] [Cycle 02] [Cycle 03] [Cycle 04] [Cycle 05]
[Cycle 06] [Cycle 07] [Cycle 08] [Cycle 09] [Cycle 10]
[Cycle 11] [Cycle 12] [Cycle 13] [Cycle 14] [Cycle 15]
[Cycle 16] [Cycle 17] [Cycle 18] [Cycle 19] [Cycle 20]
[Cycle 21] [Cycle 22] [Cycle 23] [Cycle 24] [Cycle 25]
[Cycle 26]
[526]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Assassins Who Kill: 1. The Case of the Assassins"
Pairing: New Directions
Rating: G
Summary: For the first Murder Mystery Dinner with all of New Directions, a game where everyone is a killer...
Spoilers: Season 1, sort of.