This prologue is set in the days preceding the pilot episode of Glee.
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The wind whipping her golden-blonde hair furiously around her face, Quinn raced desperately along the dimly lit street. The night sky was inky-black, the stars and moon obliterated by the stormy clouds overhead and the surrounding darkness was almost suffocating. No lights glowed in the windows of the magnificent houses that lined the street, their occupants long tucked up in their beds. Quinn screamed and roared but nobody came to her aid, the sound of her voice lost under the furious screech of the wind.
The steady patter of footsteps behind her echoed ominously in the air and Quinn's heart practically exploded out of her chest with terror.
She wasn't going to make it, Quinn suddenly knew, her breath coming out in low, shallow rasps and burning her lungs. Panic threatening to overcome her, Quinn redoubled her efforts, her long, bare legs splattered with mud as she rounded the final corner.
This was the street she'd known all her life. The place where she'd played jump rope with her sister as a child; their happy cries filling the air as the thick rope slapped off the warm asphalt. The place where she'd shared her first kiss with Finn Hudson, her lips on his sticky with cherry lipgloss and his hands sweaty against her back. This was her home. The one place where she was meant to feel safe, where nothing bad could ever possibly happen. Not anymore. The graceful trees lining the street now took on a more ominous presence, their branches threatening to reach out and swallow her whole. Shadows loomed from every corner and promised to harbor something even more evil than the person who even now, Quinn was certain was gaining ground behind her.
Sometimes, shivering in her skimpy Cheerio uniform on the playing field, Quinn inwardly cursed Ms. Sylvester, wishing she could be anywhere but there. Now, she was grateful. Being head cheerleader of the Cheerios, ensured Quinn was strong and fit, her lean body carefully honed through hours of turning cartwheels and flying into somersaults in the air. Quinn had no baseball bat, no gun, no knife, nothing she could use to fend off her assailant. Her body would be the only weapon she could use if she was to save herself.
Stepping down off yet another curb, Quinn cried out in frustration as she momentarily lost her footing and fell down heavily onto the ground.
"God." she groaned, her knee aching in protest as she forced herself to get to her feet, not even seeing the bright trail of red that snaked down her leg.
"Come back here, Quinn. I just want to talk to you." the voice called menacingly from behind her, causing Quinn to quicken her pace, her eyes desperately scanning the darkness for an escape. Icy water seeped into her sneakers as she stepped into yet another puddle and her Cheerio's uniform clung miserably to her skin but Quinn hardly noticed.
She was almost there.
The sprawling mansion loomed into sight and racing up the driveway, Quinn banged desperately at the door.
"Mom, open the door." she pleaded, her knuckles reduced to a bloody mess as she pounded frantically on the door.
"Mom." she screamed again, tears stinging at her eyes and nausea starting to pool in her stomach. "Help me, please. He's going to kill me."
A resounding bang and an explosion of pain was the last thing Quinn felt before she sank into darkness.