Author's Note: Welcome to my first Faberry fic, though of course Klaine will be involved.
NOTE: Throughout this whole story, there will be mentions of gore, human cruelty and sad events from the event. I do not promote these activities, nor do I think they are right in any way. This is just a story.
PROLOGUE:
Soundless splendid slumber, reflecting on her wondrous day. Her first big break, belting out an original at temple that evening. Every single audience member hanging on every note, their eyes glassy by the first stanza. Then, going home and writing, in her finest calligraphy of course, a letter to pen pal and best friend, Kurt Hummel, ambitious as she, all about it. She lets out a content, cutesy sniffled sigh whilst slumbering.
Cutting into the dreamy trance, a loud wail is heard from down the hall. The woman shoots up immediately.
"Fathers? Fathers!" She begins to panic, scrambling out of her ever-so-comforting bed and bolting down the hall.
Suddenly, there are strong, clammy hands gripping her tanned skin. Their bodies pressed so close, the starchy, finely pressed uniform between her thin nightgown the only thing preventing their body heat from mingling, though her tears seem to seep through but were rather left ignored. She can feel the scratchy texture of the devilish patch she has come to know as that of pure evil digging into her forearm, nearly drawing blood. She screams, a shrill, glass shattering shout, such a stark contrast to the beautiful, melodious melody sung from the woman merely hours before.
"Shut it, filthy Jew." The man on her left whispered bitterly in her ear, the words feeling so proper spilling off his tongue. Though the words, to the woman, like needles prodding at her self worth and righteousness. Until she's hit square in the face with the chill of the darkened night sky, exposing hundreds of other humans, sweating and screaming. Children, adults, classmates, neighbors, temple goers-all marked with the darned yellow star. Shes quickly being pushed into the crowd, followed by her fathers. For the first time throughout this fiasco, she feels less afraid.
"Whats going on, papa?" She says, trembling.
"Rachel, don't worry, my precious star. We'll be back soon enough." Hiram Berry says calmly, kissing his daughters forehead gently.
Author's Note: The first chapter will be up shortly.