AN: Welcome to Beautiful Pain, another small little world that I have in my head that is going to have numerous pairings. Now because this needs to be said. I don't do trigger warnings at the beginning of chapters. But since this is the first chapter I'm going to say this. There is some pretty graphic stuff in this. So reader beware. I don't like spoiling the chapter. So I'm just going to stick a massive trigger warning on this entire fic. You have been sufficiently warned. There is some pretty dark stuff in this. Unhealthy relationships galore. So if you want your stuff tied into a neat little bow, I'm sorry.
Now as for whether there is any G!P? Yes. Santana. It will only be Santana in this fic that has it.
Pairings: Quinn/Rachel Charlie/Santana Brittany/Frannie various other pairings
Summary: Quinn slowly tilts her head and looks at Rachel who is looking at the gun and squeezing it desperately. Perhaps she wasn't that big of a coward . "Next time, I suggest getting a loaded gun," she says coolly.
Song: Beautiful Pain by Eminem featuring Sia
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Glee wise.
She gripped the pillow tightly between her fingers, squeezing her eyes tightly shut. She was desperately trying to block out the sounds of him grunting above her. The feeling of his hips hitting her ass at a punishing pace. She loathed the feeling of his sweat hitting her with his quick movements, or his big hands clumsily fondling her breasts. He thought she liked it, but she hated she hated everything about him. She knew from the smell, his sweat and the smell of sand and the grease that coated underneath his nails that he hadn't bathed in a few days. She wanted this to be over, she remembered months ago that it had never lasted this long. But she was his, and there was no escape. There would never be an escape not for her.
"Mine. You're mine." He hisses into her ear, pressing his body against her back and grabbing a massive fistful of her hair. He doesn't care that he hears her cry out in pain. She'd been spending too much damn time with that mechanic. Talking to the freak of nature and if he could—if he wasn't afraid of what she might do if she saw this, he'd fuck her right there in front of her. She was his property. "I claimed you." He spits out venomously at her. "You should be thanking me," he snarls angrily at her letting go of her. He pulls out and flips her over so he can take a look at her. He places one of his hands against her neck squeezing, digging his dirty fingers into her skin.
She struggles to breathe against his hands, but he's not going to let go until she says what he wants to hear. What's she's learned to say when he's this angry and frustrated, "Thank you baby." She manages to get out and she feels his grip on her throat. Bile rises to her throat even though she's lost count of how many times she's said it to him. That stupid look crosses his face and he leans in and kisses her, it's sloppy with his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She nearly retches against him, but that will only lead to something far worse. So she kisses back, like she's supposed to. She's his property, and the devil you knew was better than the devil you didn't. It's what her daddy had used to say, before he had killed them. He had claimed her as his, as his property. She hated him more than anything, and she had dreamed of the day that she could kill him. She wanted to kill him but she didn't want to die.
He pulls back and his hands return to her breasts and he squeezes her nipples, enjoying the sound of her crying out, the moans and the squeals that escape her lips, and he thrust himself back into her with little fanfare. "I saved you—I saved you." He repeats over and over again, each word punctuated by a rough thrust into her. "You owe me." He puffs out his chest because he's her hero. "And she can't have you," he slaps one of her breasts hard and she lets out a groan of pain.
"Harder baby. Please, I need you, please—you're my—hero." It's practiced, she knows what she needs to say. It doesn't matter how many times she says it, no matter how many times he hits her and beats her, she'll never forgive him, she'll never forget and even though he wants her to—she'll never love him. That's what she thinks he wants. She'll give it to him and she'll chose the right moment. So she moans again, loudly arches her body and pretends that she's enjoying him forcing himself upon her. Day in and day out.
He puffs his chest out with pride and he continues to move his hips as he feels his orgasm fast approaching, one day she'll say the three words he wants to hear, she'll mean it to. It'll get better after that and he lets out a loud grunt as he climaxes, his watery seed. She pants her thanks as he pulls out and he flashes her a smile and reaches to tuck some of her hair behind her ear. "You know I care about you," he murmurs gently. "I can wait for you to love me too." He leans over and kisses her cheek, and places a hand on her stomach stroking it slowly and gently. She just didn't understand that he was protecting her. He was giving her preferential treatment, the resources lately had been scarce and they had needed to unload most of their cargo just to get the necessary supplies. "I'll keep protecting you," he promises and he sees her smile at him. He smiles back because he's wearing her down, he knows that one day she'll be his.
"Finn." Azimio watched as their commander sat up, not bothering to cover his nudity, he barely spared a glance at his pet. "Karofsky and Strando, are back from their patrol. We've got captives. Women." A smirk crosses his face, he had called dibs. It had been awhile since they had some pussy to play with. Finn's pet was off-limits no matter, and that damned mechanic was a freak of nature. So he didn't look and he didn't care about the bruises that littered her body. It was none of his god damn business.
Finn stands up and reaches for his pants, pulling them on quickly as he buckles his belt and slips into a pair of boots. He hated the hot sand on his feet it burned but the world was a desert now. A wasteland with very few pockets of paradise. Even if they found one it never stayed that way for long. He had heard stories that once it was different. Once the world had been a jewel, with billions of people. Skyscrapers that reached the skies. Where there was plenty of water for everyone. It had been a utopia. That had been hundreds of years ago before they had come from the sky. No one knew what they were—he had heard different terms for them throughout the years. Aliens. Gods. Officially they were called the 149's and they had stripped the world of its precious resources. Tearing the world asunder. Killing billions of people.
The world was a wasteland, not as it was once was. But humanity had survived, like cockroaches, they survived. They had fought back creating monsters to fight them. To beat them back, but that had changed the world completely. Monster's roamed the world. So humanity had built cities, he heard that there were some all over the world. Citadels all over the world, where people lived in those buildings that touched the sky where they had huge walls protecting them from the outside world. A world where there were no silly rules where only the strong survived. Where you took what you needed and you did what you wanted. His father had taught him that. That it was better to be a butcher rather than the cattle. There were no rules on the outside and anything went, so long as you were strong enough to take it.
Finn grabs his shirt tossing it on his shoulder as he pulls the flap of his tent upward and he walks out towards the middle of their most recent camp and he looks at the two women who are standing there with some rope around their wrists and he smirks. It's a catch it had been awhile since they had managed to get some cargo as beautiful as this. "Where'd you find them?" he asks, there's an itch in his brain that tells him that he should be careful. But his men haven't had fun in a while, and they deserved it.
"Their car had broken down—old thing," Karofsky says. "They asked for our help—so we helped them alright." This is met with wild laughter from the men, and he smiles quite pleased with himself. "Maybe we can send the freak out to go take a look at their vehicle, maybe it has some parts that can be salvaged."
Finn nods and walks over to their new captives to expect the goods. He reached forward and grabbed one of them by the chin to inspect her. Her eyes were defiant but that was to be expected, his men were very capable of breaking their cargo of that. Trading humans was a low risk, high reward business, and identical twins—well they'd fetch a fortune on the open market.
"Now?"
Finn turns to the twin who spoke confusion and looked at his men, "What?" he asked letting her go.
Karofsky shrugged his shoulders and watched as the freak finally left her tent to finally join them, not that he cared. She wasn't getting a piece of their prize. "She's been saying that every five minutes or so." He answers truthfully. It had been annoying and not even the butt of his gun seemed to silence her.
"Are you the leader?" The other twin asked him causing Finn to turn back to her. She pauses he has a very stupid expression on his face and she repeats her question again. Slowly, so he understands her. "Are. You. The. Leader?"
Finn doesn't quite like her tone and he backhands her hard, he frowns slightly when her face moves a fraction. She should be on the ground not standing up and looking at him with those hard eyes of hers. He gets into her face, not noticing that the freak is moving towards him pushing some of the men aside roughly. "Of course I am," he snarls. "I get to decide whether you live or you die—" He's yanked back forcefully and thrown back.
The twin that had questioned him turned to her identical twin who was giving her an expectant look. It brings a cruel, bloodthirsty look to her eyes. "Go, nuts Charlie." Quinn says as she pulls her hands apart, causing the rope that had been there to snap as if it was nothing. It was insulting and annoying that this wouldn't be any more of a challenge, especially with the fact that they were still in shock. She grabs the nearest gun, wrenching it from the grip of her 'captors'. It was the one that had enjoyed throwing his weight around. Kar-something or rather. She doesn't hesitate to pull the trigger.
It's the sound of the gunshot that seems to wake everyone up as Karofsky slowly falls to the ground. He lands on his knees, a surprised expression frozen on his face. There's a hole in the middle of his forehead and blood and a bit of brain matter slowly dripping down his face. "They're fucking modded!" Azimio shouts immediately horror on his face at his friend dead on the ground. He barely has time to react as he feels a tearing sensation at his throat and he tries to bring his hands to his neck, but his vision blurs and the ground is getting closer. His body is no longer responding and he to falls to the ground dead.
Santana drags Finn backwards throwing him at his tent. She personally doesn't know why she's saving his sorry ass, with all his comments and how he treats her. How he treated Rachel—she hated him but he was a necessary evil. He's kept her under the radar, away from people like these two twins. She doesn't want to go back—she can't go back. Whatever Finn was—he had given her a safe haven. Finn's men are dying at an accelerated pace and the sand and dirt are becoming clumpy from the red sticky blood that is oozing out of their wounds. "Move—I'll handle this," She says without looking back at Finn. Instead she lunges forward moving fast, she needs to strike hard and fast if she wants to win this, and she goes for the one that is currently stomping her boot into the broken and horribly mangled skull of who she assumes to be Phil.
Charlie catches sight of the smaller woman moving to attack her in her peripheral vision, she side steps at the last possible second dodging the punch. She frowns as she twists away, she had assumed that she had a knife or something. Because attempting hand to hand combat with her was like she was asking to die. She frowns ever so slightly as the woman adjusts fasts and follows it up with a spin hook kick that moves faster than she's anticipating. It catches her temple, and instead of her body absorbing the impact she loses her balance ever so slightly and takes a step to catch herself. She stares at the woman for a moment, in shock for a moment, before a twisted grin appears on Charlie's face. She had thought that this was going to be a bust. It was never fun when the prey was easy to take down, and she was sure that she'd get something for dragging back another modded being. She knows what she's dealing with now so when the shorter woman attacks again she's ready, dodging her handedly and grabbing her arm throwing her onto the ground and slamming her foot down hard onto her ribs.
For any regular human, having your ribs broken with such a forceful blow would be the end of the fight. But she only heard the damage, she doesn't feel the pain. Not anymore, which means that she can work through it, she can push past it. All she needs to do is take her out and she can finish off the other one. She grabs Charlie's foot and pulls hard dragging her off balance and causing her to come crashing to the ground. Santana moves, quickly she needs to end this fight now and as this Charlie person recovers, which is faster than she anticipates she slams her fist as hard as she can into her face, hoping that it at least knocks her out. She hears a satisfying crunch and she smirks, payback for the broken ribs. But she feels a hand grab her wrist, shocking her for a moment as she looks at Charlie. Despite the broken nose and her strongest punch in this position is still very much conscious.
Her nose is broken and she knows Quinn is going to mock her for days for letting it get this far. This fight had gone on long enough and without hesitation she gets up still holding her hand. She seems to be in shock and she doesn't really care because her nose is broken. Without hesitation she grabs her by the neck and throws her hard into one of the old beaten up jeeps. There's a loud bang as her body collides with enough force to dent and crack the aluminum paneling. Charlie watches as Santana slumps onto the ground and groans as she holds her nose to make sure she's not dead.
Quinn glanced at the dead bodies on the ground, she had seen him head into one of the tents and she stepped over the bodies. Their job wasn't complete unless every last person was dead. They were useless. Every last one of them, the way they had talked to her, the assumptions that they could break her pissed her off. So they would die, every last one of them would die. Quinn moved to the big tent, she could hear him muttering, fiddling with a gun. She rotates her muscles hearing the joints pop quietly before she chooses to move, pushing past the flap of the tent and moving before he can get a good shot off. She feels something graze her shoulder, his hands are shaking and he can't get a good shot off when she relieves him of the gun. She doesn't hesitate to slam her knee into his crotch. He drops to the ground screaming and howling in pain. "I get to decide whether you live or you die," Quinn repeats in a mocking tone pushing the gun into his face. She pauses for a second and turns quickly pointing her gun at a naked woman. She frowns at her, her lips curling in disgust as she notices the white substance dripping down her legs, bruises littering her body.
Rachel stumbles backwards as the taller blonde woman approaches, she had hidden once the gunfire had started. She had heard the shouts of agony and the thuds. It hadn't lasted long and she had taken a peek before Finn had practically shoved her inside and ordered her to hide again. All of Finn's men were dead and she hadn't known what that meant. Because Santana should have been there to protect them. She was modded just like this woman clearly was—and it was the only real reason the men left her alone. "I—" she begins managing to get it out. She's scared. For the first time she the numbness peels away and she doesn't know what to say or to do.
Quinn's nose twitches, she can smell him all over her and it disgusts her. But it's clear from the bruises the old ones and the new ones that this wasn't something that she had wanted. "Do you want to kill him?" she asks. "To stop being his victim?" She rotates the gun and offers it to the woman. She could disarm and her and kill her if she was nothing more than a broken puppet. They had seen this before a million times, women and men who were broken down. It's why they preferred to simply kill everyone.
Rachel stares at the gun for a moment and she hesitates looking at Finn, who is still clutching his pitiful junk. It's her opportunity, it's what she's been waiting for and she looks at the blonde woman who is staring at her expectantly. Is it a trick? Rachel takes the gun, her hands shaking. She stares at Finn this is what she wanted. She wasn't going to be his victim anymore.
Finn looks at Rachel as he slowly makes his way to his feet. He gives her a smug smile, "I'm not just anyone—I'm your savior. I saved you. You're mine—" The shot hits him in the shoulder and his body twists as he falls to the ground not quite sure what had happened. He looks up as he touches the wound, blood leaking out. "Rachel," he snarls angrily.
Her name is the last thing he says, as more shots ring out. She keeps pulling the trigger moving closer until she's above him, emptying the clip into his body. There are tears streaming down her face as she does this, it's like a relief. She's free. She's finally free, she's finally managed to avenge her father who had just been trying to protect her. He can't hurt her anymore. He can't hurt anyone else anymore. Her stomach flops as she stares at the corpse that is ridden with bullet holes and her stomach flops and rebels against her. She drops the gun and moves away, emptying the meager contents of her stomach onto the ground in the corner.
Quinn studies the woman—Rachel—for a moment, before walking out of the tent to start stripping things down and scavenging for things that the city might need. She steps over a broken body and looks at her twin and frowns ever so slightly as she watches Charlie drop a person into one of the jeeps. Her face was a bloody, bruised mess even though the bruises already looked several days old. "Do I want to know what happened to you?" Quinn asks watching as Charlie looks at her nose in one of the side mirrors. "Come here," Quinn orders watching as Charlie makes a face and heads over.
Charlie sighed and moved towards Quinn, finding a genetically modified person as part of a caravan was odd. There hadn't been any talks of a modded individual going AWOL, the last time she checked, and she didn't recognize her at all. "She's got mods Quinn, probably illegal. I figure we should probably bring her back. She's useful." She grimaces as Quinn forcefully tilts her head backwards and then resets her nose. "Fuck." She hisses.
Quinn watches as her twin rubs her face for a moment and rolls her eyes. It served her right for being careless. She walks by her twin and looks at the unconscious woman, "She's not going to stay like that for long and we both know that rope won't hold her." Quinn says tapping her chin.
"Puck keeps a pair of enhanced cuffs on him at all times," Charlie speaks up and Quinn turns to her.
A smirk crosses Quinn's lips. "Of course he does. We'll keep a gun on her until we can radio Mike and the others to come pick us up." Quinn looks around the camp. "Strip it down Charlie, grab everything that isn't nailed down and see if you can find anything about our missing scouts." This wasn't a scavenging mission, their real mission had been to start looking for their missing scouts. They had gone AWOL, the third scouting party in weeks. It was never a good sign, and it was why the higher ups had sent their team in to investigate. Maybe Mike, Puck and Sam were having better luck.
Charlie made a face but began to do what she was told grabbing guns, and tossing them into a spare vehicle that they were going to take back with them. She pauses for a moment when a short woman wanders out from the main cabin and she tilts her head. "Quinn? You missed one." Charlie said nodding towards Rachel who looked absolutely haggard.
Quinn turns from where she's begun to pick up weapons and looks at the woman for a moment, she had counted the shots and that gun that she was clutching onto tightly was empty. Quinn's hazel eyes travel across her body, she's wearing clothes that are far too big for her. Probably his clothes. It would be almost comical except for the haunted look in her eye. Quinn watched her for a few seconds more they had already cleared most of the guns and she wasn't a threat to them. She would just do what she normally did give the girl a few bullets and let them live or die by their own hands. They didn't take in strays. She wasn't a threat and Quinn kept stripping down the camp taking things that they needed and other things.
Rachel looks around at the corpses. She hasn't seen this much blood—this much destruction since her family and caravan had been destroyed. Her father had been killed as had many others. Those that had lived—people like her and a few of the other women and some of the pretty boys had been taken. She could still remember the cruelty, hearing Finn's men breaking them in. She shivered even though she wasn't cold. She hadn't seen Santana—and maybe if she was still alive they could escape together and find someone else—someone kinder. She watches Quinn throw the first aid kit into the truck and she finally spots Santana lying there her face bruised and her heart drops. "Santana?" Her voice causes the two twins to look at her. Rachel burns for a moment, the fear returning but she needs to get to Santana to save her and she pulls the gun up and points it at Quinn. "Let—let her go!" she shouts at her.
Quinn stares at Rachel and goes back to stripping the camp. "No," she states in a bored tone. "She's coming with us. Now put the gun down before you get yourself hurt." Quinn said grabbing a few appliances and picking it up and walking past Rachel who is still pointing the gun at her. She dumps the appliances in the car. It's strange that she seems to care about this modded person. Rachel was clearly unenhanced. But she has better things to do than think about some crazy human.
Rachel swallows, she had saved her but Santana was her friend, and she wasn't going to just let her take her. "I swear, I'll shoot!" Rachel says and she watches as Quinn stops and walks up to her, until the gun which was shaking violently in her hands was pressed against Quinn's chest.
"So shoot," Quinn said holding her hand up to stop her sister. "Shoot me." She repeats again. She could practically smell the fear that was coming off Rachel in waves. But like practically every human in existence Rachel doesn't pull the trigger. Quinn turns to go back to stripping the camp when she hears the very familiar click of someone pulling the trigger to an empty gun. Quinn slowly tilts her head and looks at Rachel who is looking at the gun and squeezing it desperately. Perhaps she wasn't that big of a coward. "Next time, I suggest getting a loaded gun," she says coolly.
Rachel flushes angrily, when she hears the laughter from the other twin and watches as Quinn goes back to stripping the camp of weapons. She clenches her hands into fists for a moment and looks at Santana, letting the gun fall to the ground. They were supposed to get free together. "I'm coming with you then." Santana would know what to do once she woke up and she could help her escape. But she was ignored by Quinn and she stomped her foot. "Santana is my friend and I'm not going to leave without her."
Charlie rolled her eyes and moved closer to Rachel, she was holding them up and she wanted to go home. Her hand shot forward, she had every intention of snapping her neck and being done with it so they could be on their way. There was nothing left of value and there was no sign of the missing scouts.
"Charlie." Quinn said firmly not even bothering to look up at her twin. "We're taking her with us." Her tone was one filled with boredom as she looked at the crudely drawn maps. Maybe someone back at the Citadel could make heads or tails of this.
Charlie paused her hand on Rachel's baggy shirt as she turned to her twin. "We don't take in strays Quinn," Charlie reminded her sister. It would be so much easier to kill her and be done with it.
"She has a use. For now," Quinn says. "Information. She's going to tell us everything she knows about this operation. I doubt these pieces of shit managed to take out three scouts, but perhaps she knows who did." Quinn said. "Besides if she's truly friends with her—then she might be useful in keeping her under control until we can slap some cuffs onto her."
Charlie studies Rachel for a moment, she can smell that gross man all over her, Quinn was probably right. "Fine but she's your responsibility." Charlie says with an irritated sniff. "Now can we please get out of here?" Charlie asks.
Quinn's eyes flick over the camp once more looking for anything big that they might have missed but she doesn't see anything. She gets tossed a set of keys by Charlie and moves to Rachel, grabbing her shirt and tugging her along. She meets some resistance and she stops. "Do not make me carry you."
"I don't even know who you are or where you're taking me or Santana." Rachel says trying to keep her wits about her. She juts out her chin defiantly. It was something that would earn her a swift backhand from Finn no matter what she was doing but she wasn't going to let them bully her. She was done with being the victim.
Quinn stares at Rachel for a moment and she hears her twin snort in laughter as she starts the engine of her jeep, and she closes her eyes and counts to ten. The amusement that she had felt at Rachel's courage and her tenacity was the only reason she was coming with them in the first place. She doubted that Rachel knew anything of relative use. But she was quickly becoming irritated. Her irritation didn't pass, especially not with Charlie laughing at her and she did the only thing she could think of because she really wasn't in the mood to talk. She scooped Rachel up and tossed her over her shoulder. She barely felt her kicking and yelling at her as she dumped her in jeep. Quinn didn't hesitate to climb into the driver's seat as she followed her twin who had already begun the long drive back to where most of their gear was stashed.
Mike didn't quite know what to make of their two captives who were sitting quietly in the back of the transport vehicle. He should say something but he was still in shock that they even had captives to be taking back. They had been relatively quiet for the entirety of their two day journey once they had linked up with Charlie and Quinn. He hadn't exactly known what to say to the twins, it certainly didn't matter to them that he was in charge of their five-man squad. They never stopped leaving him speechless, it was no wonder they were dubbed the wonder twin's by the media. Though that had more to do with the fact that they shouldn't exist. Just like their two captives shouldn't be in the back of their transport vehicle, with Sam guarding them wordlessly. The twins never brought anyone back. Ever. For every caravan they found and destroyed, they stripped it of its resources and left the people who weren't threats to fend for themselves. He imagined they starved to death or if they were lucky they found another caravan to take them in.
Puck crossed his arms over his chest as he eyed the massive Citadel walls that surrounded what used to be New York City. He had heard that it was one of the biggest Citadel's on the planet, one of the strongest. It also had the most modded soldiers that he was aware of. "So—is anyone going to talk about the fact that the twins are bringing two people into the Citadel?"
Mike glanced at Puck for a moment, "Santana—I believe her name was, is a rare find and she will have her uses. No matter what. It's their job to bring back resources and she is a resource. The other one, well I don't quite know what they were thinking with that one. It's no matter. She's healthy. They'll find a use for her, like they do with everyone else. Or she'll be exiled. Everyone needs to pull their own weight. I imagine they have their reasons and you know they're not going to share it with us."
Puck rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, it wasn't fair that they got to have all the fun. The truck slowed as Mike motioned for him to get out their badges. "Well at least they didn't find the missing scouts," he muttered. Even though they were part of the same team it was all about the wonder twins.
"Yes but we didn't either." Worse, even though they were on the same squad it was a well-known fact that the twins worked alone. So they were basically coming home empty-handed. Mike sighed. "It's worrying. They didn't just fall off the face of the earth," Mike said with a sigh. He was sure to get hell at the debriefing.
"I still say it was overkill they didn't need to send us, when the normal army could have handled it." Puck said with a sigh as he held up his badge which was scanned.
"How many are you bringing in?" the guard at the gate asked.
"One new refugee. Healthy female, she's going to need to be sorted. The other—" Mike paused for a moment they didn't really have a system for someone like her. He sighs he might as well be honest. "The twin's found an enemy combatant who was genetically modified. They proceeded to engage and capture her, she's—healthy, well healthy after tangling with Charlie. I imagine that the Commander will want to see for herself. We've got her locked down, but we should put her in holding until the Commander is ready to deal with her." Mike said speaking up.
"Understood, I'll have a message sent to the Commander, so we can expedite this." The guard said. "The twins checked in about an hour ago and are waiting for you in Station 3 Garage C. You were flagged for a debriefing. So if I were you I'd head down there now you're already about an hour late and you know how impatient they get."
Mike groaned but nodded. "Have someone on deck to deal with both of them." He and the guard nodded and waved them through. He couldn't imagine this debriefing would go exactly as they wanted it to. The moment the garage opened and he noticed that the twins were not indeed waiting for them he smacked his head against the steering wheel. The only reason they had put him in charge was because none of the higher-ups thought it had been smart to put Charlie or Quinn in charge. They liked him well enough so he had been given the horrible duty of wrangling the twins. A duty he was consistently failing in.
AN: Well, I hope that you enjoyed this very first chapter of Beautiful Pain, in the next chapter we're going to meet Brittany, and stuff happens. I really do enjoy reviews so if you can drop me a line that would be awesome.