So its almost 5am here in Sydney and i've been sitting here writing this for hours because i didn't want to keep you guys waiting any longer!
As promised there is plenty of drama/action and questions answered.
If i miss anything please let me know and ill try and answer it for you in the last chapter.
So we're almost at the end...wow I'm feeling kind of sad lol
Hope you guys enjoy this part and let me know what you would prefer to see before the curtains close.
Thank you so much for reading and specially to my reviewers! you make me smile!
I dont own glee! please excuse my errors and spelling mistakes because it's way past my bedtime lol
OH & What the hell is up with that glee spoiler thing? Was kurt seriously suppose to win prom Queen? If so, I think they should re-name the show kurt and fire the rest of the cast because Ryan Murphy obviously doesn't care about them...give us some damn Faberry!
Sorry for the random ramble...im just really over Kurt's character =/ (I warned you that it was past my bedtime! haha)
Enjoy! :D
The chill that ran its course down Rachel's spine had nothing to do with the night's chilly weather. Each frustrating step that got her closer to her destination seemed more significant than its predecessor. The mission was simple on paper; get Emily and run. The cruel part about reality was that things were never that easy. There was always room and possibility for error or unpredictable human nature.
"Rach what's taking you so long? You have exactly one minute to get inside!"
The brunette's heart leapt erratically against her ribcage as Puck's voice startled her out of her thoughts. "I'm almost there Noah, where the hell are you? You're supposed to be my back-up!"
The man's shallow breathing and pace picked up as dead twigs snapped under his feet "I'm following you now. I'm going to stay a few feet away until you enter the house. When you go in, I'll watch you through the window. Make sure you don't talk to me or he might figure out that your wearing a wire"
Rachel nodded along absently and stayed silent even though she knew that Puck couldn't see her. "Is Quinn locked inside the car?"
"Yeah, just don't stall too long or we might have a problem. If you get in trouble just yell out 'Mayday' and I'll be inside before you can blink"
"Thanks Noah" Rachel whispered as she finally came to stand in-front of the haunting house.
The brunette closed her eyes and steeled herself for what was to come as her fingers grazed the cold metal of the door handle. Flashes of both the attacks accompanied by Emily's smiling face and Quinn's bruised body filled her mind before she forced her heavy eye lids to re-open. The added adrenaline rush suddenly seemed like too much but was the exact push that Rachel needed as she flung the door open and blindly made her way inside.
The sense of dread loomed over her quickly as her vision was blinded. The house was dark , cold and intimidating. The haunted feeling of being watched added to her panic as her chocolate orbs scanned the empty residence. Her loss of sight and the feeling of being surrounded by an evil presence almost proved to be too much for Rachel as she forced herself to keep moving.
"H-Hello?" she asked weakly as her shaky feet slowly backed her away from the open door. As expected there was no answer. The brunette held out her hands to help guide her somewhere less frightening but the further she got from the door, the more fearful she became. The thought of being executed or ambushed while blindsided made her whole body tense and alert as her eyes hastily scanned her surroundings.
Rachel moved a little further into what seemed like the kitchen area and strained her ears to hear any signs of life. To the brunette's dismay, the only sounds echoing throughout the whole house were those of her own laboured breathing. Trying a different approach, Rachel stood frighteningly still and composed her nerves. "Emilyyy!" she yelled as loud as her body would allow but again it seemed as though she had been ignored.
Just Rachel's eyes started adjusting to the darkness; the brunette's feet started shuffling backwards to try and find a sense of safety. Her search for a wall came to an abrupt stop as a muffled scream resonated throughout the house.
Rachel's eyes snapped forward to try and locate where the sound had come from but was once again met by cruel silence. The brunette's frustrations began to rise but were short lived as the sound of the front door clicking shut took her by surprise. "Fuck!" she mumbled under her breath as the woman slowly turned around. Her shaking hands clenched into fists as she made the split decision to run toward the hallway where the muffled cry had come from.
If there was the slightest chance of finding Emily and escaping before Mark could find her then Rachel would take it. The loss of sight was meant to intimidate and scare her into submission but the brunette knew that if she played her cards right, it could be used to her advantage.
Without thinking of the consequences and ignoring the painful churn in her organs, Rachel turned around and blindly charged out of the kitchen. Her booming footsteps thundered above the timbered floor but before she could make any progress, her plan was stopped.
In the blink of an eye she had been grabbed by her arm and carelessly thrown across the room. Her back connected to a cold wall with a loud crack as she painfully sunk to the ground to clutch the abused skin. "Fuck that hurt!" she hissed lowly under her breath.
A cold laugh forced its way into her eardrums as the brunette fought to hold back her rising anger. The adrenaline masked the pain quickly as Rachel steadily climbed to her feet. Movement from across the room caught her eye as her fingers skimmed across the rough walls in their desperate search to find a light switch. When she failed to locate the light producing saviour, Rachel quietly got onto her knees and crawled her way out of the room in hopes of escaping the psychotic presence.
The brunette had successfully made it into the hallway and let out a sigh of relief but the freedom was short lived when she felt cold fingers grip both her ankles. Before she could react, her feet were grabbed from behind and she was being forcefully pulled back until her body was being dragged along the coarse flooring. Her fearful shriek was replaced with an angered groan as she tried to kick her way out of the harsh hands of her captor.
The woman's unadulterated rage was only fuelled when the grip on her calved tightened and a taunting laugh was released to mock her. Rachel clenched her jaw and braced herself for the ride until they passed the threshold of what looked to be another room. Her balled up fists quickly unclenched as her hands flew up to hold onto both sides of the open doorway. Before her entire body was dragged to its doom, Rachel held on tightly and waited for the last painful jerk before she used her upper body to aid her in pulling back.
Miraculously her plan worked. The man was caught off guard when he could no longer tug the brunette along. He momentarily made the mistake of stopping to look up and that's when Rachel attacked. Her feet were freed after one forceful kick and she used the advantage to strike at anything she could access. The man bent forward to seize her feet again but she was too fast. One lucky boot clad foot struck him in the gut while she used her other one to swiftly kick him in the groin.
The man fell back with a curse filled scream much to the woman's relief. Rachel didn't have time to celebrate her escape and instead used the opportunity to climb to her feet. The brunette braced herself to run like she had originally planned but unfortunately her repressed anger took control of all her logical thinking. Before either of them could process what had happened, Rachel lunged forward to get her revenge and inflict further pain. Her fist connected to the man's cheek at least twice before he regained control of his limbs and effectively threw her off.
Rachel's frenzied state was even more angered at his own escape but before she could follow him and knock him unconscious, their darkness vanished. They both covered their eyes at the sudden bright intrusion but the manly groan from across the room made her un-shelter her sore orbs in a split second so she could carry on with her beat down.
Once her hazy sight had finally focused on him, Rachel fought to gain control of her breathing. "Where is she?" she hissed through bared teeth, as man steadied himself on the wall behind him. His fingers were still on the light switch as he opened his eyes to coldly glare and smirk at the fuming brunette.
"Shes my daughter and I'll do as I please with her you fucking bitch" he spat as he squared his shoulders and stood to his full intimidating height. Rachel imitated his movements and stared him down until he began laughing coldly. Mark's fingers grazed the abused skin on his cheeks before he spat out the blood filing his mouth.
Rachel grinned arrogantly as she studied her work. "I was just getting started you know, If you hadn't pulled such a bitchy move I would have given you more of those" she gestured to the already forming bruised on his face with a cocky chuckle.
The brunette's grin lessened when Mark took a threatening step toward her. Rachel's adrenaline rush was still seeping through her veins but now that he had recovered, Rachel wasn't foolish enough to believe that she would get lucky again. The truth was that she had caught him off guard with her sudden attack. Now with the moment gone, the brunette knew he could easily end her.
The man grinned when a flash of fear appeared in her chocolate orbs. Rachel swallowed the dry lump in her throat as she tried to unsuccessfully move around him. They stared each other down and circled the room in complete silence until Rachel's feet crossed the threshold of the vacant room. Before Mark could stop her, she was walking backwards out of the room, with him mimicking her every move.
Like an animal stalking its prey, he moved slowly and kept his cold gaze upon her own. Rachel covered up any panic or weakness as she hid behind the fake calm demeanour she had perfected in college. "Where's Emily?" she asked again and was pleasantly surprised when her voice didn't break or waver.
Mark grinned sadistically "Why don't you go ahead and look for her?"
"She's just a child; this had nothing to do with her. Let her go and I'll give you whatever you want"
The man shook his head and continued to smile evilly "Unfortunately for you, you didn't bring the thing I wanted"
"What are you talking about?" Rachel asked almost innocently.
The evil grin on Mark's face dropped and was instantly replaced with a scrowl "Fucking bitch, You know what I want!" he yelled.
Rachel flinched but composed herself quickly "Leave Quinn out of this!" she yelled back just as harshly.
"Leave her alone?" he taunted "You can't protect her, As soon as I'm finished with you, the first thing I'm going to do is bury her alive along with your lifeless body"
The brunette seized all her movements and clenched her fists until her knuckled were rid of their natural colour "You need to fucking get over the fact that she left you" she snapped.
"She left me because some fucking dyke brainwashed her"
Rachel stared at him with a mixture of irritation and outrage "Is that what you choose to believe? She never even loved you, She was never yours to begin with you fucking fool! You got her pregnant and manipulated her into marrying you when she was scared and vulnerable!"
"I would have never fucked her if it wasn't for you"
Rachel glared at him and felt waves of jealousy rush through her body at the thought of him touching Quinn. "You're delusional!" she screamed incredulously.
Mark's laughed humorously as his eyes roamed over her seething body. "Want to know a little secret?" he whispered as his feet shuffled toward her "Both of our fathers arranged the whole thing"
When the brunette stared at him in confusion his face splitting grin returned "It's true. Russel and my father planned the whole thing. He talked her into attending Yale where I was due to graduate the same year. My father introduced us and informed me that I was to court her and get her to fall in-love with me. I honestly didn't care much for her at first but when she kept rejecting my advances, I got annoyed and decided to play along"
Rachel saw red at the confession but was too shocked to move "So I pretended to be her friend for a few months until she could trust me. One night after class I finally got my chance and used it to talk her into attending a party I was throwing the following week. The whole thing was planned so I could get her drunk and seduce her. Everything was going perfectly until she blatantly refused to drink any alcohol. I got impatient and decided to slip a roofie into her soda to speed up the process. As soon as it hit her, she started blabbing on about some girl named 'Rachel' and how she was helplessly in-love with her. You see this is where my dilemma began. My father had his heart set on her and I was going to do whatever it took to give him what he wanted"
Rachel was trying desperately to stay standing as her painfully twisting stomach threatened to rid itself of all its contents. Her body was screaming at her to punch him in the mouth and stop him from speaking but her curious mind couldn't help but want to hear the full story. "So to cut things short" he continued "I got mad and fucked the gay out of her until she couldn't remember her own name. I was amazingly hot. I would have stopped the first time or used protection if she hadn't stupidly blacked out and screamed the wrong name. By the time I was done with her, the bitch was unconscious and I was satisfied. To make things even better for me, I knocked her up and everything else fell into place. She was so easy to fool and even easier to manipulate and trick into marrying me"
"Both our families were happy and Russel even thanked me when I re-told the whole story to him. I left out the juicy details though. I couldn't tell him that I fucked his little princess until she almost died now could I?" he laughed as his mind wandered to the memory. Rachel flinched and dug her nails into the numb skin of her palms as jealousy, anger and disgust grew within her.
The seething brunette fought hard to stop herself from lashing out but only because there were more questions to be answered. "Why did you come after me in New York?" she asked through gritted teeth. Her feet shuffled a little forward and she held back tears as Quinn's face flashed through her mind.
Mark stared at her for a moment before his cold and calculating eyes became unreadable "Because it was all your fault." He sneered "Every bruise and cut I left on her body was because of you. That fucking bitch wouldn't even let me touch her. Eventually I would take my anger out on her and then get over it by hooking up with some slut but then you were everywhere. On every magazine, television show, newspaper until I couldn't fucking stand to look at you. I hated seeing that happy smile on her face and I knew it was you that she was hung up on after all those years. It made me fucking sick but I ignored it. I ignored it until she turned my own daughter into you! I had let that shit go on for too long so I had to take matters into my own hands. I had to get revenge on her for everything she had put me through and the best way to do that was to kill you. It was like the domino effect; if you died then Quinn automatically died along with you"
"You used me to get to Quinn?" the brunette fumed.
"Not like your midget ass didn't deserve it. My own wife couldn't love me because you took that ability away from her. I really loved her you know, even though my intentions were corrupt at first, I really did fall for her. To know that she couldn't love me back because of someone like you was infuriating!"
"Someone like me?" Rachel spat as she took a step toward him, she really hadn't noticed how much distance she had closed between them while he was still telling his story. It must of been her subconscious wanting to attack him for all the pain he had caused her family. "You don't know the first thing about love you selfish asshole! At least I respect her. I would give Quinn and Emily my life in a heartbeat if they asked for it. What did you give them? Broken bones and scars? You're fucking pathetic! To know that you even laid a hand on someone as beautiful as her robs me of any hesitance to kill you!"
The threat done nothing to calm Rachel down or relieve her anger, in fact it had the opposite effect. Without batting an eyelash, Mark reached behind him before the brunette could come within reaching distance and pulled out something shiny.
The brunette stopped short and took a hesitant step back as her eyes focused on the familiar weapon. It was the same knife he had almost plunged into her heart in the school parking lot, the second time he had attempted to murder her in cold blood. "You're that much of a coward?" she asked teasingly with a taunting smirk "You can't fight this out without resorting to weapons?"
Mark's grin slid off his face as he studied the knife in his hands. He stared at it for a short moment before shrugging and dropping it onto the floor beside him "I was going to make it nice and quick but I guess It would be better to break a few of your bones first. I waited a long time for this after all..."
Rachel inner victory dance was halted when he advanced on her quickly. In an instant, Mark had cornered her and pushed her against the wall "Is that all you got Midget?" he spat.
The brunette pushed herself off the cold bricks before quickly swinging at his face. Her fist connected to his nose and silenced his laughter as a disturbing cracking noise filled the room. "You fucking bitch!" he yelled before he grabbed her by the waist and held her up in the air until they were the same height. "You're going to regret that"
Rachel kicked and fought to get free but his grip was too strong. He laughed menacingly in her face before throwing her cruelly across the room. The brunette hit the ground with a loud thump but didn't have time to register the pain because he was already on her again. He forced her to look at him by pulling on her hair and just as her glazy eyes focused, she saw him clench his fist in preparation for a blow.
Her eyes snapped shut in anticipation but nothing came until she heard the front door snap open and a flash of blond hair fly past her. She believed her throbbing headache and blurred vision were playing tricks on her until Quinn's unmistakable voice filled her ears.
"Don't you dare fucking hurt her!" the blond screamed at she unleashed hell onto the unsuspecting man. "Do anything you want to me but don't you lay a hand on her! I will fucking kill you!"
Marks screams echoed throughout the house as Quinn's fists continued to pound down on his face. Rachel watched on in both horror and amusement as the man failed to stop her assault. She barely registered Puck standing there with his mouth open until she shook away her pain and crawled her way over to the fuming blond.
Her suddenly heavy and sore body reached out and enveloped the girl in her arms. Quinn protested at first until Rachel whispered into her ear "Baby it okay, I don't think he can move anymore" her bruised and bloody hands worked at wiping away the blonds' tears as Puck snapped back into reality and made his way over to them.
"Holy shit Rach! Are you okay?"
The brunette ignored him in favour of calming down her girlfriend. Quinn became even more distressed as she took in Rachel's battered appearance "God Rach, I'm so sorry! Baby are you in pain?"
Rachel shook her head and kissed Quinn's cheek affectionately before she pulled the girl closer to her in reassurance." You really are good for nothing Puckerman" she mumbled. She knew he was about to protest and let her eyes linger toward him for a split second.
That's when she saw it coming from the corner of her eyes.
Mark had somehow managed to crawl over to the knife he had previously dropped while both she and Puck had been trying to calm down Quinn. Everything happened so fast, too fast for her brain to react. Puck was on his feet in an instant as Mark dove toward the two women on the floor. The brunette tensed and pulled Quinn in closer to shield her from any harm.
Rachel's strangled cry registered after the deafened gunshot was fired and collided with Mark own agony filled groan. His head cracked against the timber floor as his limp body fell to its demise but all attention was on the brunette who was stoic as she shared at the knife in her arm.
"Fuck Rachel don't move!" Puck yelled as Quinn's eyes widened in shock. Rachel turned toward the blond woman and mirrored her expression until her eyes started to water and had to close. The unmentionable pain shooting through her arm was nothing like the brunette had ever experienced before but as she looked into Quinn hazel orbs, Rachel knew that she would do it all over again in a heartbeat.
"The ambulance is like two minutes away Rach, Don't worry, you're going to be fine!" the brunette didn't hear a single word being spoken around her, instead her eyes focused on Mark's even breathing as he clutched his own shoulder in a similar fashion.
"Emily.." Rachel whispered unsuccessfully and tried to rise to her feet.
"Rach sit down! I'll find her" Puck promised but the brunette shook her head.
"Shut up Noah, my head is killing me!" she yelled at the man and effectively shut him up.
Quinn was still suffering a panic attack as her eyes stayed glued to the knife hanging out of Rachel's arm. "Don't worry" the brunette assured her through a watery smile "I won't bleed to death unless I take the knife out"
Rachel felt like she was knocking on deaths doorstep, as she started to drift in and out of consciousness. The searing pain started to numb as Quinn held onto her hand and recited what sounded like a prayer. Her heavy eyelids were beginning to droop shut until she remembered something. "Emily" she whispered. The brunette tried to sit up but was pushed back down by Quinn's gentle hands. "Please stay still baby" she pleaded softly into Rachel's ear.
The brunette fought to stay awake as she looked into tearful hazel eyes. She bought the blonds' hand to her lips before gently kissing her palm and intertwining their fingers. Once their hands were resting comfortingly on-top of Rachel's chest, the brunette broke their eye contact to look at Puck. Thankfully the man seemed to understand what she was silently trying to convey and he nodded before disappearing down the hall.
Police lights and sirens surrounded them just as Rachel attempted to move again. The foolish move robbed her of any energy she had left as Quinn continued to whisper words of promise into her ears. The last thing she remembered feeling was happiness and relief as Puck came back into the room, cradling a safe and sleeping Emily in his arms. Rachel smiled happily and meet Quinn's equally joyous gaze before mouthing 'I Love You' and slipping out of consciousness.
Thoughts?
Will she live?
Any final questions you guys need answered?
AND would you like a fluffy ending? im a sucker for happy ending myself :P
It's almost the end...hope you all enjoyed it so far. :D