Moore Info: Got this idea from a dream I had after watching RIPD.
Chapter One
Quinn's eyes snapped open as she shot up with a gasp as if she had been lacking oxygen for hours upon hours. As she sat up, she continued to take in several, quick breathes of air as if she were hyperventilating, clutching at the tight piece of rope that was tied tightly around her neck in the classic noose. Once she was able to finally calm herself down, she looked at her surroundings to see that she was in a solid white room, and that she was sitting up in a small cot that had a single white pillow at its head.
Also in the room was a steel chair that was bolted to the linoleum floor not too far from the cot. Behind the chair, serving as the entrance into the dull room, was a steel door that lack a knob or handle; meaning, she was trapped inside a room and in a place she had no idea where.
The best explanation she had as to where she was, was an institution of some kind –which really wouldn't surprise her much after what she had done. However, institution or not; she still felt dread seep into her stomach at the unknown that had yet to come.
Approximately five minutes after she first woke up, the knob-less steel door opened and in walked a handsome brunette in a gray blazer, with equally gray slacks, and a white dress shirt. A black suitcase was in his left hand. The door closed behind him as he move to stand in front of the sole chair in the room, a pleasant smile on his thin lips.
"You are Quinn Fabray, correct?" the man asked her with a slightly raised brow in question. Quinn gave him a somewhat hesitant nod of her head in confirmation.
"Where am I?" she then asked him as she turned in her cot so as to place both of her feet firmly onto the floor. Immediately upon speaking, Quinn noticed that her voice was much more hoarse than the usual, and it wasn't because she had just woken up. "Am I at some rehab?" The brunette man just smiled before finally taking a seat in the chair. He then swung his leg over to rest his ankle on his thigh before propping his suitcase on top. He then popped it open.
"No, you are not in rehab." he finally answered her as he reached into the suitcase to retrieve a glossy photo in which he handed over to the blonde. "You, Ms. Fabray, are dead." he informed her with another smile, as if he were telling her she looked really nice today.
Despite his easy smile, Quinn felt a shiver run down her spine as she stared down at the photo that was in her shaky hands. It was of herself –her lifeless self- hanging from the very same noose around her neck, in her grandmother's basement. Her body was limp from the lack of life and the tips of her feet just brushed the floor below.
She had done it.
She had successfully killed herself.
Though it had obviously been what she had wanted at the time, she still promptly thrust the photo back to the suit wearing man; looking at it made her death all the more real.
"Now, I understand that you may feel a bit shocked right now," Shocked? Try jolted. She had been a strong believer that there was no afterlife, but apparently upon your death you wake up in some white room where some dude will later come to tell you that you were, in fact, dead. She didn't know how to take it. Though, it wasn't like she had a choice. ", but we don't have much time." the man continued, "Your trial starts in about.." he checked his watch, "ten minutes. Certainly not enough time to go over things."
"Trial? What trial?" Quinn asked him.
"The trial that will determine if you'll be sent to Heaven," he said with a point to the ceiling, "or, you know," he clicked his tongue twice as he pointed downward at the floor. "down there." he finished. Another shiver ran down Quinn's spine.
She was fucked.
She knew without a doubt where she'd end up. She should have kept going to church like her grandmother always begged her to do. Maybe then she'd have more of a fighting chance.
"My name is Robert and I'll be representing you during your trial." Robert said.
"I'm going to hell, aren't I." Quinn said knowingly.
Robert smiled. "Well," he drug out, "most likely, yes." he admitted. Quinn gave a slow nod of her head at that. It was as she had that. "But, you know what? It's not as bad as you'd think. The human world got it all wrong about both realms; it's actually a funny story really." Robert said with a small chuckle. "And I'm sure you'll hear about it later, but for now, this is not the time for that." he told her before getting down into business.
"This is how it's going to go down. You know that one phrase. 'don't go into the light?'" he quoted in a high pitch voice, in character as his face pulled into one of distraught before it went back to normal. Quinn nodded her head at his question, more than a little disturbed by how much he had sounded like a woman. The lawyer may have missed his calling.
"Well, you did just that. You went into the light –the Light District, to be more exact. It's where all people first go when they die. You came here to the Light House –where you are now- to be judged by the Seven Fates. They will go through your life and judge you according to your actions. Before they make a final verdict, they'll give you a chance to plea your case. You have two options; guilty or not guilty. That's all you'll get.
"If you plead guilty, they'll issue their verdict right away after a bit of contemplation amongst themselves. Now, you pleading guilty does not necessarily mean you'll receive a guilty verdict. There has been some cases where someone whose pleaded guilty, ends up receiving a not guilty verdict; and vice versa...however, with that being said, your chances aren't looking too good." he sated bluntly.
"If you decide you want to plea not guilty, then I will try my best to get you upstairs. But as we both know, you haven't lived the most holiest of lives, which is not always the necessary requirement. As I said, the human world got it all wrong. There are plenty of atheists who are in Heaven, so believing in a god is not a requirement, but, um, you..."
"I get it," Quinn droned, "we've already established that I'm going to hell. There's no need to defend me. I'll be pleading guilty." she informed him.
He rose a single brow. "Are you sure that's what you want? You aren't the worst case I've been assigned to –far from it, actually. You're pretty standard for someone in your position. There are far worse than you, Ms. Fabray."
"No," she said firmly with a shake of her head. "I'm still pleading guilty. It's what I deserve."
Robert nodded his head. "Alright," he checked his watch again, "let us go then. You're almost up."
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Robert led Quinn out of the white room and down an equally white hallway. Lining the wall on both sides with numbers on them, were similar steel doors. Quinn guessed that they held, or would hold, those who had recently passed just like her. They continued to walk down the hall until they went through a double door that exited into a lobby.
The lobby was circular and had white columns, at four points in the room, that went high up to the ceiling. The floor was of white garnet. In the center of the circle was the outlines of a golden dove on top of a golden pentagram. Directly across from the double doors they had just exited, which had a single elevator to the very left of them (to where it led, Quinn did not know), there was another pair of doors, only they were both gold in color.
After a few quiet seconds of waiting –anxiously, in Quinn's case- in the lobby, the golden doors opened and a woman dressed as professional as Robert came out along with a dark skinned man who wore baggy clothing. Around the man's neck was a blue bandana, and the white shirt he wore had several bullet holes in the chest area, telling a story as to how he had died.
"Hey, Veronica." Robert greeted the well dressed woman.
"Robby," she returned as she and her client continued towards the elevator, in which opened as soon as they stepped in front of it.
"Good verdict, I take it?" Robert asked, having seen the wide grin that had been on her client's face.
"I'm not guilty!" the Crip answered for himself, his smile still wide.
Veronica laughed. "That just about answers it." she said just before they entered the elevator. "See you around, Robby." Robert nodded with a wave in goodbye to the woman.
"Good luck, stranger." the Crip said to Quinn, who nodded her head in thanks, even though she knew luck was no where near her side.
"Going up," was the last thing Veronica said before the elevator doors closed in front of them.
"Lucky guy," Quinn commented.
"I'm telling you, the Underworld is really not that bad." Robert repeated.
"So you keep saying."
Before the man could say anything else, the doors in which Veronica and her client had exited, burst open with a loud, echo-y bang.
"It is Judgment Day for you, Quinn Fabray." A feminine voice boomed at her.
"Very dramatic," Quinn said with a smirk that couldn't help it's way onto her face despite the seriousness of everything.
"Come on," Robert said to her as he gently pushed at her back in order to get her to start moving towards the blown open doors, which led into nothing but blinding white light. However, when they finally passed through it, they entered into what looked like any other court room in America; and Quinn should know, seeing as she had been in and out of one. There was even a woman at a type writing machine, waiting to document the trial that would shortly be taking place.
The only thing that was different than the court rooms she was used to, was that majority of it's interior was white and gold. Another –major- difference was that there were seven judges instead of just one. All of them wore white robes except for the judge in the middle, who wore gold. Quinn decided that she must be the leader.
Looking at the Judges had Quinn's eyes widening slightly; three of the judges that were to the left of the gold wearing judge were ugly as fuck. And she wasn't talking about the human kind of ugly, she was talking about the monstrous kind. The kind that had one of the ugly judges looking like a cross between Kirby and a tumor infested Bull. The thing was even drooling all over it's robes. Disgusting.
Thankfully, the other four judges appeared human, but they were all super attractive and seemed to glow as they sat looking at her.
"Why do those three look like that?" Quinn quickly hissed out as they slowly made their way to where a podium stood in front of the panel of judges.
"They're from the Underworld." Robert answered lowly, though the room was so quiet, he might as well be yelling. It didn't matter if the judges heard or not anyways, this was not the first time he's had to explain the judges from the Underworld, and it certainly wont be the last either.
"There are three judges from there, and three from Heaven. All six are elected into their position by the people of their respective realms. The seventh judge, the one in gold, is appointed by Lucifer and Harrison. She's from Heaven." Robert quickly explained.
Who the fuck is Harrison? Was the only question Quinn was left with after that.
Obviously, Lucifer was the fallen angel from Heaven who'd come to be known as the devil, but Harrison? She had no idea as to who he was, and unfortunately, she couldn't ask Robert about him as they had arrived at the podium.
"Quinn Fabray," the woman in gold robes said as soon as they stood behind the podium and in front of the elevated panel of judges. Quinn recognized the woman's voice as the one from before.
"Uh," Quinn cleared her throat, "y-yes?" she replied, suddenly finding herself more nervous than she'd ever been, which was certainly understandable, as her life was about to be judged while she still had the noose that had killed her, around her neck.
"Are you ready to be judged by the Fates?" the woman asked her with a tilted head.
"Not really, but it doesn't seem as if I have a choice." she answered.
The appointed judge gave a small smile at her words before looking at Robert. "Are you ready as well, Mr. Hackney?"
"Yes, your Fate." Robert replied with a strong voice.
"Then let us begin."
Opps: Obviously, i'm not that well read when it comes to the bible and got my angels mixed up. I sad Gabriel, not Lucifer at first. Thanks to a guest review, I was able to correct it.