For those reading my other fics: Whoa. I found a computer. I can't believe it. So super excited! I'm on the other side of the world right now and sweating profusely haha. But anyway, while on the long plane ride, I thought of another plot bunny that I simply had to write. So now I'm typing this up as fast as I can and I'll get to "Together Through All Odds" soon! In the meantime, enjoy this new story :)

I also have emailed calhoun91. We both happened to have the same idea at the same time. I am not trying to copy her ideas and hopefully our plots will turn out to be different. I haven't read her story in order to prevent our stories from sounding the same. I can't wait to read hers after this one is finished though! I hope you won't judge if mine seems really similar. Thanks.

Super shout out to my super pen pal CeciltheGleek for coming up with the title of the story! And another super shout out to all you reading ;)

Disclaimer: Glee is not mine!

Chapter One

Abduction

Rachel Berry sat huddled against the wall in the dark, grimy corner in the attic of the Kleimans' home. The dust that covered the ground was so thick that the floor seemed to be made out of a plush carpet instead of hard wood. Rachel flinched as a spider quickly scuttled across the creaky wooden floorboards, crawling towards its webby home. Her eyes followed the creature, but she soon lost track of it once it disappeared into the shadows. After all, large planks of wood were hastily nailed over the otherwise dirty windows, preventing any source of light from seeping through.

There was a large wooden desk opposite the side where Rachel was sitting; during her hiding, she would often do some schoolwork at the desk so when everything returned to normal, as she knew it would, she would not lag behind in school. Rachel was determined to keep her grades as high as they once were. A little farther right from the desk laid an entrance to a small room that functioned as the family's bathroom. All in all, it was quaint reside but Rachel knew she was lucky to even be alive, not to mention have a secret hiding place.

Rachel's knees were bent and her arms were wrapped around them, pressing them closer to her chest. Rachel hoped that by squeezing herself, she would feel more at ease and secure but nothing could hide the fear bubbling inside of her. Her chest slowly heaved in and out, her breathing shallow as she was trying to be as quiet as humanly possible.

Hiram Berry pulled his daughter closer to his body, hoping that he would be able to calm her anxiety. He let Rachel lean her head on his shoulder, comforting her without even saying a word. Hiram's partner, Leroy Berry, sat by his side, one hand intertwined with Hiram's and another hand latched onto Rachel's. They sat in complete silence, listening intently on the voices coming from downstairs.

"We have reason to suspect that you are illegally harboring Jews in your home," a gruff voice said accusingly.

"I ensure you officer," Mr. Kleiman's unmistakable voice replied with no trace of hesitation, "There are no Jews in this apartment."

Mr. Kleiman. Rachel simply couldn't gush enough about him. Mr. Kleiman was practically her third father. When they first found out about the persecutions, Rachel's dads were at a lost about what exactly to do. Those who the Berrys believed to be their closest family friends had all turned them away at their most vulnerable moment; they had refused to allow them into their homes and warned to call the police if they were to come near them again. But the Kleimans took pity on the little family and worked endlessly to build them a secret compartment, an addition to their own home. Rachel was amazed and so thankful that the Kleimans were generous enough to put their own lives in jeopardy just to help them.

"Then I'm sure you wouldn't oppose a search of your home."

Rachel heard footsteps pounding downstairs, going from room to room. Judging by the loud commotion and the banging of furniture, Rachel guessed there were two soldiers scrambling around the apartment trying to find them. She hoped that the Nazis would forget to check the attic…or better yet, not realize there even was one.

But her hopes were dashed when she heard a voice behind the door leading into the attic. The entrance to the attic was disguised as a bookcase to prevent Nazis from discovering the hidden Jews; however, when one soldier hammered on the bookcase, he realized that it shook a little, revealing a small crack.

"Where does this lead?" He pointed to the tiny sliver between the off white colored wall and the edge of the bookcase.

"Nowhere, it's just a bookcase, promise. It's just a little old that's all."

Rachel cringed as the Nazis began to beat down the portal between the two rivals, using all of their brute force to open what she believed to be a securely locked room. She tensed up and realized her dad must have felt her sudden change in posture as he automatically held her closer, awaiting the inevitable.

The knocking became more violent, turning into thumping and hammering. Rachel wasn't sure if the secret door could hold up much longer. She squeezed her eyes shut, thinking that if her vision disappeared, the Nazis would too. But deep down in her heart, Rachel knew that was all wishful thinking.

CRACK.

Under so much pressure and after absorbing blow after blow, strike after strike, the bookcase split open, splinters flying everywhere. The books on the shelves toppled over, creating a little mound of crumpled paper and ripped bindings on the ground. The Nazis didn't pay any attention to the mess they had created but instead focused their dark beady eyes on their victims.

Rachel had been right. She was staring straight into the piercing blue eyes of two tall Nazis, both with messy blonde hair. Their army green uniforms were immaculate, perfectly buttoned and without any creases. Both wore a red cloth around their upper arm, a swastika printed in black on each one, the symbol Rachel had come to fear.

She fearfully looked back at the golden Star of David which had been discarded on her desk. She had refused to wear it out of resent for the persecution of her people but now, with danger looming right in front of her, Rachel was afraid. She knew the consequences if Jews were found not wearing the Star, she heard the brutal stories.

"Get up!" one soldier barked.

Rachel felt her legs go weak; she couldn't stand if she tried. Her fathers shakily got to their feet beside her, motioning for her to do the same. They knew that if she didn't follow orders, she would face a punishment so cruel it would have her begging for death. Hiram gently tugged his daughter by the arm and Rachel found the strength to stand though she was still mostly leaning on her dad for support.

One Nazi suddenly ran forward, sharply yanking Rachel from out of her parents' grasp. He pinned her arms behind her back and pushed her so roughly towards the door that she was tripping over her own feet, stumbling across the attic floor. The other soldier grabbed Hiram and Leroy, shackling both of them in handcuffs before shoving them out the door. The Nazi kicked at the two of them, scoffing as he did so. After taking a harsh blow to the ribs, Leroy fell to his knees, buckling down in pain. Hiram instinctively moved to help him, but the handcuffs binding his hands together behind his back made it much more difficult.

Rachel heard an agonizing cry of agony come from behind her and whipped her head around just in time to see her father tumbling over. "Dad!" she cried out, helpless. Rachel desperately wanted to run back to her dad but the Nazi who was restraining her still jostled her forward, not even bothering to look back.

Hiram slowly rose to his feet as the Nazi began shouting orders at him and commanding him to hurry up. Leroy lightly bumped shoulders with Hiram as a way to console him, signaling to him that he would always be there for him. Hiram nodded slightly, giving a weak smile, as the two of them were rushed out the door.

Rachel was drowning in fear, falling head first into an abyss of darkness. She could barely catch her breath as she was thrust through the frame of what was left of the bookcase. Staggering over debris littering the ground, Rachel eventually reached the bottom of the stairs, her dads following close behind. Once at the bottom, the Nazi who had a hold on Rachel dug into the hidden pocket on his uniform, pulling out a shiny new black pistol.

Then everything happened faster than Rachel could comprehend it.

In one swift motion, the soldier raised the gun, aiming it directly at Mr. Kleiman who was making his way down the stairs with his hands held out in an effort to prevent the Nazis from going any farther. His finger tensed on the trigger for only a mere second before a deafening crack split through the air, a bullet sent rapidly spiraling towards its target. Rachel shrunk away on impulse, startled and frightened by the sudden boom. The Nazi, however, stood resolute and unafraid, hard and cold after years of training and experience. Rachel's eyes slowly followed the path of the small yet menacing bullet, and gasped in horror when she saw that it had reached its goal.

The bullet punctured through the flesh of Mr. Kleiman's forehead, blood trickling out in a crimson path, streaming down his face. Rachel saw his eyes roll to the back of his head and watched in dread as his eyelids shut for the very last time. Mr. Kleiman's knees suddenly gave way and his limp body tumbled down the stairs, his bloody head smacking the wall every third step. Rachel recoiled, her hand covering her gaping mouth, as the body rolled to a halt in front of her, his lifeless dull form facing her feet. She struggled to stand as the man's wound became much clearer; the bullet had bulldozed a clear path through his head, producing an exit wound so massive and gruesome that Rachel had to turn away in order to keep the contents of her stomach in place. Blood was now profusely gushing out of his head in rapid torrents, spilling freely onto the ground, creating a growing pool of dark red. A sharp shard of white bone gleamed amidst all of the blood and pieces of loose skin barely concealed what appeared to be the pink squishy remains of brain.

The Nazis gathered close to the body, prodding him with their feet in order to ensure the man was dead and spitting on him to show their contempt and lack of respect.

Biting back tears, Rachel closed her eyes shut with all her might but felt liquid slowly seeping out from the corner of her eyes.

This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This isn't happening.

She repeated the phrase in her head, hoping to convince her brain that it had all been merely a dream. A dream that she would wake up from any second.

But it wasn't a dream.

It was her worst nightmare come to life.

Before she had the time to mourn or even come to the startling realization of the dark gravity of her situation, Rachel was forcefully pushed out the door and into the cold, suddenly deserted street. People outside had heard the loud gunshot and ran away, praying that they would not meet the same fate as poor Mr. Kleiman.

The Nazi hastily thrust her into the back seat of his car, Rachel bumping her head on the steel frame as she fell in. She felt her fathers toppling in after her and scooted over to give them more room. After hastily removing the handcuffs on Rachel's fathers, a soldier rammed the door closed and left the Berrys to wallow in their misery.

Rachel placed her palm on the side car window, futilely grasping at her neighborhood…her old neighborhood…her old way of life. She knew everything was going to change now. Everything was going to change for the worse. She watched as buildings, some of them secret ghettos, whiz by as the car sped forward. As a group of Jewish castaways lurked huddled under a shadowed cover, unnoticed by everyone except Rachel, she wondered what would happen if she hadn't been at Mr. Kleiman's. Maybe they wouldn't be in this mess...maybe he would still be alive…

Sadness and anger filled every inch of her body, as Rachel squeezed her eyes, tears forming faster than she could help it. She turned and jumped into her dads' open embrace, sobs racking her entire body. Leroy soothed his crying daughter, rubbing large circles on her back, while Hiram lovingly ran his fingers through her fair long hair. They stayed in this position for the whole car ride, savoring what would probably be their last time together.

If only they knew how much worse it was going to get…

I'm really not sure if this type of story will gel with the public so I'm a little apprehensive about continuing it. I'd rather be cautious than write something that people might find distasteful, you know? Will you please review if you want to read more? :)