(Glee x Far Cry 5 Crossover)
Quinn walked down the hallway of where-ever she was, she hasn't figured out where she was yet. It didn't seem like the lodge that John owned. She's only seen part of Hope County and knew little about the area.
The hallway walls were decorated with tons of pictures of the Seed family, together and separately. There were mostly the pictures of the Seed brothers growing up. There were very few pictures of Faith which Quinn found weird and the pictures that had weren't of her growing up. Quinn noticed the different scenery in these pictures, in the older pictures of the brother it looked like they were down south.
Quinn continued analyzing the pictures, collecting all the information she possibly could. She's heard stories of cults: The Peoples Temple, Branch Davidians, The Children of Gold, Scientology, or that cult Charles Manson had. She never thought she'd be dealing with one in real life or in a distant reality or ever in a million years.
"We were born and raised in Rome. Rome, Georgia. If you were curious." Quinn turned seeing Joseph. He was dressed in a white button-down that was tucked into his jeans, it was a change from him usually being shirtless. He walked towards her with gradual steps.
"I'm sure Georgia is a lot different from Montana."
Joseph nodded, stopping when he stood beside her, "We moved to Hope County to have a chance to grow and be free of the restrictions that Rome had."
"People moved from Rome to Hope County with you?"
"Of course, I've shown many the way to Salvation but I'm not finished there are more to be saved." Joseph preached. "Santana mentioned you're a lawyer?"
"I only passed right before we decided to come here."
"John used to be a lawyer," Joseph told her.
"Why'd he stop?"
"He had a greater purpose. All of us have greater purposes here." He told her smiling. Quinn knew what he's doing, he's trying to relate to her so he can break her guard down.
"What about you?"
"I got my first vision right before I lost my wife and daughter. At the moment I realized I had been placed in this world for a greater purpose. I quick my job and began recruiting people." Jacob explained. There was a moment of silence, "Your mother told me of your rough upbringing."
Quinn looked at him not completely surprised but surprised. "Is this when you tell me I've had a similar experience?"
Joseph turned to face Quinn completely, "It doesn't matter if I have a similar experience, it matters that you let yourself be free of the ties to the past. You and your mother relate to each other more than you'd realize. She lost you for a long time as having you gave away your daughter to give her a better life."
Quinn's spine became stiff at the mention of Beth. Her mother knew nothing of her experience, she gave up Beth to give her a life she couldn't provide. Her mother left her without a reason.
"What else did my mother tell you?" Quinn asked curiously.
"She explained how your father's abuse and their shared drinking problem left you abused and neglected." He began, "She also talked about how they disowned you for convincing a child but your mother came back unlike your father."
"How did you meet Frannie?"
"While recruiting a few people at Shorter University, I ran into your sister. She was eager to learn about the Book of Joseph." Joseph smiled, "As her devotion to the cult grew, I began having visions that she was the mother."
"Was this your plan the whole time? To bring me here." Quinn asked pointedly. She wants the truth, she wants to know if she fell into a trap.
"Yes. When Judith and Frannie brought you, I knew we had to get you here. Family is important and I want to bring salvation to all of Frannie's family—my family."
Despite the natural face Quinn held, the disappointment and hurt she felt only thickened, the fact that it wasn't even her mother or sister's idea to bring here. Not that she wanted to be here but it still made her feel loved in a way that despite how stupid this all was that her family wanted her there and that's not even true.
"Where's Santana? I thought when we went to our hotel room, you'd let us. Not send guards to take us away and force your beliefs onto us." Quinn could feel the anger boiling inside of her. "What changed?"
"The Reaping began last night." He said in a soft but stern tone, "We need to save many people we can and now that includes you and Santana. Our ways may be harsh but they do work."
"Why am I here and not with her?"
"As of right now, we don't know where Santana is but we separate couples on their way to atonement so when they come together. Reaching Atonement will either reveal the couple is wrong for each other or the love they've repressed will blossom into a beautiful reunion." He explained.
"Is that what you and Frannie did?"
He gave her a tight nod, "Frannie had to go through the process.
"Father." They turned seeing one of Joseph's followers stood at the other end of the hallway, "Dinner is ready."
Joseph placed his hand on Quinn's shoulder, "God has brought you to me for a reason. Come." The pair began walking towards the entrance for dinner.
Quinn was starving, maybe dinner wouldn't be too bad that if she can eat. She was worried rotten about where Santana was but she can't help Santana or find a way out on an empty stomach.
She figured the best plan was to find out as much information as possible while she waits to hear about Santana's whereabouts. Although she doesn't want them to find out but them finding out means she does. If finding out more information meant playing nice than that's just something she'll have to do.
"You know what I got the call that you were in Hope County I was surprised but not." Santana sat on the cold ground with her arms bound and tied to the floor. Dutch was an older gentleman, he was bald, wore glasses, had a circle beard, he had his ear pierced and worn an old army jacket.
Dutch's bunker was on its own island that he liberated by himself. Dutch's bunker has massive with three bedrooms, 3 hallways, a gun room, a war room, a kitchen, and a living room. When she reached the bunker, he knocked her out only furthering the massive headache she already had. She woke up next to a woman dressing her a police officer uniform chained to the bedpost.
The officer had dark brown hair with bright green eyes, she looked much better now that she's had a shower. She had freckles on her cheeks and she was fit. She's only been referred to as Rook by Dutch.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I have an informal that works with the government. He told me that your special operations group was given the task of coming here." Dutch keyed Santana in. He dropped a file down in front of her. 'Operation Seed' was written on the front with her unit number underneath. "Isn't that right Santana Marie Lopez?"
"What does this have to do with anything?"
"Clearly there's been some mix-up, US Marshall Burke tried arresting Joseph last night with Sheriff Whitehorse and few deputies: Deputy Hudson, Deputy Pratt, and a Junior Deputy." Santana frowned not liking what she's being told. Based on what Joseph said last night, they had service last night. It was stupid and unprofessional to try and arrest the leader of a militant cult during his service. The whole point of sending her unit in was to secretly infiltrate the cult and tear it apart from there. "Isn't that right Rook?"
Santana turned to a police officer beside her putting things together. "Sheriff Whitehorse was against Marshall Burke's approach."
"What happened?" Santana asked.
"We arrested Joseph during his service, he allowed me to put handcuffs on him. Once we got him on the helicopter all hell broke loose. The peggies were climbing onto the helicopter until we crashed. I and the Marshall tried to escape before they ran us off the bridge. That's when he found me." Rook explained.
Santana wanted to point out all the stupidity that she was spilled out but she kept her mouth shut.
"According to Joseph, the Collapse has begun. You know what that means, it means that roads are all closed. It means the phone lines have been cut. It means there are no signals getting in and out of this valley. But mostly it means we're screwed."
"That doesn't answer why you're surprised but not surprised I'm here."
"Your girlfriend is why." Dutch shrugged moving to his board point to the picture of Frannie. "Family is big for the Seed Family so it would only make sense for them to try and get the missing link to join."
"Well creepy, pretty princes, psycho and asshole aren't her families." Santana replied back really hating the fact that the Seeds were Quinn's "family".
"Seeing as you only did a little of your research, I figured I key you in," Dutch said. "Joseph runs everything with his compound being in the middle of Hope County. He believes that himself to be a modern-day Noah. As you know the county besides my island is split into three regions: Hebrane River, Whitetail Mountains, and Holland Valley."
"Have you heard anything about my partners?" The Rook asked.
"As far as I know they're alive," Dutch assured her. He turns to Santana, "Your girlfriend will probably be with her family. If I found anything, you'll know."
"I 'Preciate it."
"There are three massive bunkers in each region for when "the collapse" comes. Jacob is in charge of training the militant. He's only belief is Sacrificing the Weak. He's where the resist recruits go. I'm not completely sure what's going on up there but what I hear the most about it is that he runs psychologically experiments to determine whose the weak."
"That's why he's an asshole." Santana rolled her eyes.
"John is in charge of recruiting people willingly or with force. He puts people through 4 steps: Marking, Cleansing, Confession, and Atonement. He's a Grade A psychopath. Then you have Faith, the creator of the bliss and creating Angels. Falling for her sob stories will end up with you dead or an angel. It seems that the moment you've had the bliss in your system she can appear whenever she wants."
A chill ran up Santana spine at the thought of Quinn being with either one of the siblings. Dutch pulls out his knife cutting the Rook loose before cutting Santana free. Santana groaned standing and stretching out the knots and kinks throughout her body.
"What's the plan?" The Rook asked ready to figure out what the next plan was.
"I have a plan." Santana declared.
"Lopez. We share a common fight, helping us will help you get your girl." Dutch said.
"Her name is Quinn." Santana corrected. "That was until I realized she could become a psycho by Jacob or cut and mutilated big John or turned into whatever Faith turns people into!"
"You're letting your feelings cloud your judgment. What did they teach you in training? When our minds are cloudier by fear, selfishness, jealousy, and anger you lose control not only of your body but your judgment." Dutch spoke true, Santana knows it.
Her emotions were burning through because of her fear of anything happening to Quinn. It's eating away at her and the more it did the more determined and emotional numb she became. She slowed her breathing and took a deep breath. The numb mask slipped across her face. The numbness burned as it spread throughout her body. She's gotten good at becoming emotionally avoidant because of work but never numb.
Santana clutched her jaw, "What's the plan?" Dutch grabbed a map with a bunch of circles and marks.
"I have a list of locations of places across the county that need to be liberated. Liberating these outposts will increase resistance members." Dutch explained. "I'd suggest heading to the County Jail first. We don't have time to waste. Rook, look for a gun in the gun room."
"I work better alone," Santana told Dutch seriously.
"I'm sure everyone says that then died because they had nobody watching their back." Dutch encouraged. "I'm sure Rook does too but this way you can watch each other's back. It wouldn't hurt to have a second hand."
Santana sighed, "If you say so." The two walked to the hallway. The Rook walked into the hallway carrying an assault rifle in her hands. Santana could sense the nervousness rolling off of the Rook. "Let's go Rookie."
The two walked to the outside in quiet. The red militarized Dodge Challenger that was given to her was sitting parked where she left it The car had metal enforcements on the front, side, and back bumpers, the wheels were hiked up and the truck was open with a truant on the roof.
"You know where we're going?" Santana asked the Rookie before getting into the car.
"Yeah." She nodded her head. Santana and the Rookie climbed into the car and Santana started it. She wasted no time pulling off heading in the direction of the only exit on Dutch's island.
"Do you got a name, Rookie?"
"Carter Mason," Carter answered. "You're Frannie's sister's girlfriend?"
Santana nodded, "Sure am."
"I haven't been here in a year. I didn't realize how bad it had gotten until last night."
"Where were you?"
"I was working within a different county but during Marshall Burke's passing through he noticed me. He wanted me to help him on a mission and here I am." Carter explained. "What about you?"
"Visiting my girlfriends crazy cult family." Santana kept it simple, "Now they're chasing me so I and my girl can join their twisted family."
Carter looked at Santana, "So a standard meeting the family thing, I get it." Carter smiled and Santana shook her head at the joke. Maybe it wasn't going to be bad having a partner in all of this.
After this chapter is going to pick up fast on Santana's end while it will take a little bit longer on Quinn's side of things. Thank you for Reading. Be Safe out here in these streets.