I'm sorry, I made you guys wait for far too long and didn't even give you that much. I'll try to make it for it in the next chapter. There was a death in the family so I was very occupied. Sorry.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
'What- Did they- He- ...Oh my god...'
Quinn couldn't even get her mind straight. Her hazel eyes were fixated on the boy on the stage. How old was-… had he been? 15? His brown hair was covering his face. Quinn gasped when she saw his hand twitch.
'He's alive..!'
But before she had even formed the last word in her head, lieutenant Jackson snapped his fingers again. This time, the middle guard stepped forward and put the barrel of his gun on the back of the boy's head.
Quinn's mouth opened and she inhaled, ready to scream "no" when another mortifying bang filled the room. The boy's hand smoothed on the stage and he was gone.
Gone. Dead. The boy, this brave young boy was dead. Killed by someone who probably didn't even know his name. Quinn mentally decided that this place, Scope, was no good. No good at all. They had to get out of here. If not, they would probably die here. Or see others die. At the moment, with the dead boy still full in sight, Quinn didn't know which was worse.
Lieutenant Jackson cleared his throat and with that, he broke the silence. No one had moved in the meanwhile. Quinn was pretty sure the Army Heads hadn't even blinked. Something told her it was nothing new to them. As for the others, the newcomers like herself, they were either frozen, shaking or silently sobbing, like someone in the far back. Fear shot through Quinn when she realized that if Jackson would hear that, maybe he would kill them too. But there was nothing she could do, so she took a breath and hoped-begged-prayed that he wouldn't.
'My soldiers, report to duty.' he said with his clear voice. Quinn's eyes shot from the boy to the man and back to the boy. 'My newcomers, make your way to your room. Immediately.'
The gigantic curtain behind the stage split and opened. It revealed a hall with about half the amount of doors as upstairs. Something told Quinn that that was where they were going to be "trained". Yes, she wanted to leave, like right now. But what if they couldn't? There was no way that she was going to risk any of her friends to get hurt. Where were all of her friends anyway? All the others, she still hadn't seen them.
Suddenly, she looked around her and more than 75% of the people were gone. Lieutenant Jackson and his guards were gone and so were the Army Heads. There were about 100 people left, most of them still staring at the boy on the stage. Quinn glanced at him; she didn't want to see the boy again, it was too… shocking. But when she did, she noticed that the stage was going down, into the floor. It was probably some sort of mechanism. But- the boy. Did they know he was still… Of course they did but what were they going to do to him? Would they bury him? Something in Quinn told her that they wouldn't.
Frantically, she looked around her until she found a guard about 50 feet away. He was standing near the wall with his head towards the stage. Without thinking, she ran to him. She felt a pair of hands slipping away from her and realized they were Rachel's. She had forgotten the girl was holding onto her.
Blinded by the idea of what might happen to the boy, she stormed towards the guard. No one responded but she wasn't sure if that was because of shock or because they didn't care. She figured it was the first option.
She stopped herself before she barged into him. Through his shades, she could see that his brown eyes seemed shocked and glued to the stage. Maybe this guard was still human on the inside? Maybe she wouldn't even die.
'Sir, you- you have to stop this. Where is that boy going?' she exclaimed. The guard's eyes shot towards her and he frowned. She could barely see his red eyebrows under his black helmet.
'Soldier, go to your room.' he said. But Quinn heard the slight tremble in his voice.
'Quinn.' she said firmly. 'Quinn Fabray, not "soldier".' She was very well aware of the fact that all the eyes in the room were on her but she couldn't care less. This boy, whose name she didn't even know, was dead and what if they were going to mutilate him or something?
'Tell me.'
'Soldier-'
'Quinn.'
'Soldier, I am not authorized to give you that information. Please go to your room immediately.'
Quinn crossed her arms and looked up at the tall man with daring eyes. Slowly, she rose her eyebrow. 'I refuse to listen to your commands when you refer to me as "soldier".'
The guard was visibly struggling. How was he supposed to deal with a kid like this? How old was she, 19? Usually, the newbies would be intimidated enough by the situation they were thrown in and wouldn't complain, they would just do as they were told. If not, they would end up like the boy currently disappearing into the floor. He sighed and bit his bottom lip. All the others newbies were being send to their room. He focused on the blonde again.
'Quinn…' he said slowly. 'I am not authorized to give you that information. Please go to your room.'
'Tell me later?'
The guard was taken aback but tried not to show it. He couldn't go and tell her. He just couldn't.
Quinn watched the man intently and could see his inner struggle. She had won, she knew it. She had won their confrontation: prisoner against guard. Not that he was could her a prisoner. But she sure felt like one. No matter what: she would get her information. Slowly she uncrossed her arms when she saw the uncertainty in his eyes.
'I will return to my room.'
The guard frowned behind his shades and nodded. Quinn nodded politely and turned around. Without hesitation, crossed the room and climbed the gigantic metal staircase. That is, until a hand grabbed hers and turned her around. Just in time for her to see the floor close completely. The boy was gone. No trace of him, as if it had never happened. She took a deep breath and tried to erase the image from her mind before she went upstairs.
-0-
Quinn sat on the table that was supposed to pass for a bed and stared at the part of the wall between Santana and Brittany on the other side of the room. Santana stared at Quinn's fidgeting hands with empty eyes, just to have something to look at. Brittany's blue eyes were fixated on the floor. There were tear stains on her top and streaks on her beautiful face. And Rachel, she sat on the floor in the corner mumbling things like "It's not possible." and "He can't be dead.". The other three had tried to stop her and help her face the truth. But they couldn't even really grasp it themselves. Only Quinn was sort of okay. Her hazel eyes were stuck to the wall as the wheels turned in her head. A plan to get out of her was formed and disposed of. The same process had occurred over twenty times this night. The only sounds in the room were Brittany sometimes letting a sob out and Rachel's mumblings. Without warning, the door slid open.
All four girls looked up. A guard stepped in and pushed his thumb, the gloves had no fabric on the fingertips, on a small square on the wall and the door closed behind him. Rachel whimpered at the sight of the man. A man like that had killed- 'no, no he can't be dead!' Rachel repeated to herself in her head. Brittany tightly held onto Santana's hands, releasing the hundredth sob tonight.
'What're you doing here.' Quinn said coldly. The guard looked at her and lowered his gun. He put his over his shoulder into what seemed like some kind of a holder. 'Well?' Quinn said.
The guard sighed and lifted his hands up to his head. He stopped and pulled a small remote from his pocket. He pushed a small grey button and put the remote back. The girls watched his every move.
Again the man lifted his hands up to his head. He unclipped something under his chin and removed the helmet. The action revealed short red hair. Quinn's eyebrows raised and she opened her mouth to speak when he took off his shades. Brown eyes looked into hazel ones.
'Quinn Fabray.' he said. Quinn nodded at the guard she had yelled at. 'You needed information. Is that correct?'