The Suffering

Disclaimer: I own nothing. These characters belong to the creator of Glee and The Suffering.

Pairing: Rachel/Quinn

WARNING: Profanity, blood, sexual content, death, and twisted plot!

Rating: M

Chapter One

Hallucinations

"How many times have I done this, and I still fuckin' hate it." A correction officer stated with a scowl on his face as he dragged a blonde female inmate through the hallways of the prison. She had cuts along her neck and face, her muscles were tense and her hazel eyes were cold and full of hatred. "I swear, Abbott's full enough already."

The other correction officer responded as he tugged on the blonde's other arm. "At least when you escort an inmate to death row, you know they are scheduled to get what they deserve."

"Ernesto, you can really be a jackass, you know that?"

"You know what this one did?" He asked, shocked that the other man could call him a jackass for what he had said. It was the truth. All criminals deserved to die in his mind. At least the cold-blooded murderers and rapists.

"I don't wanna know."

"She beat her ex-wife to a bloody pulp, and killed her with her fists."

"Look, I said I didn't—"

"—then, she drowned one daughter in the tub, threw the other out a window. Don't ask me to cry for her."

"Is this true?" He asked, this time looking to the blonde for answers. She did appear angry, and she looked like she could hold her own, but she did not look capable of all that had just been described. She was a young beautiful female, stunning even, how could she do such a thing?

"Oh, she aint gonna say. She claims that she blacked the whole thing out, a likely story. The needle's too good for her. Filthy inmate, they should all die."

They reached the cell block and promptly shoved the young woman into her cell. She stumbled to the ground and they walked away, laughing a little at her pain. The blonde glanced around the cell, hazel eyes immediately landing on two young women; one was blonde and the other a Latina with dark hair and eyes.

"Beiste's bed isn't even cold yet, and already they brought in a new chick."

"I heard she killed her old lady and kids." The Latina said with a look of disgust. "Sick motherfucker."

Another inmate spoke up now. "Shut up, fool. Don't you know who that is?"

"Should I?" She asked with a raised brow.

"That's Quinn Fabray. Word is she killed half the Aryan brotherhood over at Eastern."

The Latina rolled her dark eyes. "So fuckin' what? I can understand a girl killin' her old lady, but she popped her kids too? Motherfucker deserves to be strapped down and dosed."

"You believe what the corrective officers tell you, S? You don't know shit about the girl. I'm telling you, what I heard, she's alright."

"Quiet down in there!" One of the corrective officers shouted.

One of the male inmates spoke up now, it appeared that this prison had given up on separating the sexes. They seemed to have filled the majority of the cells with more than ten inmates apiece. The man that spoke now had dreadlocks and a crooked grin. "Hey you, neighbor, nice to meet you, my name's Joe. How long you got 'til your turn on the table? Huh? You all out of appeals? Your lawyer fuck you? I read your trial; they got no witnesses, all circumstantial evidence. No one knows what really happened, no one but you. But you can't remember a thing, is that right?"

"Best not to listen to him, Q. Joe's a degenerate parasite. They shoulda slapped the cuffs on him coming outta his momma's cunt."

"At least I know Jesus is with me, man. Whatever I've done, the reverend says Jesus's forgiven me." Joe responded with a slight laugh.

Suddenly all of the lights shut off, filling the entire cell block with darkness as the entire prison was rocked by an earthquake.

"What the fuck is that?"

"Shit, it's an earthquake!"

"The end of times! The rapture!"

"Let us out, we still humans man, we got rights!"

The shouts echoed through the halls and fell on deaf ears; the corrective officers of course had ignored them. Luckily the shaking had now simmered down and all that was left was the darkness.

The Latina spoke up first. "Sweet Jesus, what the hell was that?"

"You okay S?"

"Hell no, I'm not okay! What the hell is goin' on? Are we sinkin' into the fuckin' ocean? Officer what the hell's going on?" Her voice was cut off as a creature, barely visible in the shadows, dashed toward her from behind.

"S, what in the fuck just happened? S?"

"Our father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven—" Joe's voice echoed off the prison walls as he recited his prayers, begging for God to save him.

"What was that? For fuck's sake, what is going on? We gotta get outa this shit-can before it collapses—" Another creature cut her off, dropping from the ceiling of the inmate's cell and making its way toward her. "Shit, there's something in here! It's in here! Help me! No!" She clung onto the bars of the cell, but was powerless as the unseen creature grabbed ahold of the woman and dragged her to the back of the cell.

Quinn, completely silent, remained still watching the scene. The lights then flickered back on.

Her cell door is open.

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After walking the hallways for a few minutes a corrective officer finally noticed that Quinn was out of her cell and he tried to put an end to her anarchy, shouting out to her. "Inmate! Back in your cell!"

Without warning, a pair of long, razor-sharp blades suddenly pierced through the officer's skull from behind. The blades thrusting through his eye sockets, blood gushing from the gaping holes, and running down from his mouth. The blades were connected to the same dark creature that had killed the other inmates, hidden from view as it dangled from the ceiling.

The creature then used its blades to repeatedly slam the officer against the bars of the door, splashing blood on Quinn, before allowing the limp corpse to fall to the ground.

Without thinking, the blonde woman did as her body willed her, as her mind willed her. Inside of her head she could hear a deep voice, a voice that sounded like her own, only maniacal. The voice said 'been… waiting… for… you…'

The radio transmission could be heard throughout the entire cell block. An officer was speaking frantically over the intercom. "Anyone read me? Shit! Get away from me! Man, I killed it, but it's like some kinda spider with swords… goddamned inmates are behind this, I know they are! Anyone over in the Death House read me? It looks like a lot of the inmates have gone off and hung themselves, I-It's bloody anarchy in here. You copy? Hello?"

Quinn's attention was caught as a voice rang out from the men's room nearby, along with several gunshots that followed. Hazel eyes connected with the man who was exiting the facilities, he was an officer. "Die, god damn you, die! I've had just about enough of you fuckers!" He shouted and the blonde simply watched as he then turned and pointed his revolver directly at her.

"Hold it right there or I will cut you down! You hear me inmate, do you hear me?"

Her head was filled with overwhelming voices, two in particular. A kind voice, and that familiar maniacal one. The kind one told her to calm down, to not let her anger get the best of her. Whilst the other voice said 'Kill him! Cut him! Fuck him, he should die!'

It took all of Quinn's willpower to not listen to that evil voice in her head, constantly taunting her, tormenting her, tempting her to do things that she did not wish to do. Raising her hands she surrendered and the officer's attitude changed completely.

"Aw, you know what? To hell with protocol, everything's gone to shit, and right now I'd prefer a murdering scum-fuck from row to one of those monstrosities. We've got a better chance to survive if we stick together, but you will do exactly what I say or I will punch a hole in your sorry ass, got it?"

Quinn nodded, but she was already regretting her decision not to kill him. That feeling sickened her.

"From what I've seen these bastard-spawn prefer to stay in the dark. Go get a flashlight from the break room down the hall. And no funny stuff or I will blow your head off, comprende?"

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Quinn had watched the officer die; she had not flinched as he was killed. She did not feel anything. Now she was making her way into what appeared to be a large boiler room, hazel eyes glancing around at the surroundings. A set of stairs lead down to the lower level; looking down the stairs she witnesses several of the officer's corpses. Suddenly the door behind her slammed shut.

Across from her, the handles of three large valves started to turn and green gas rushed out from the pipes to form a humanoid spirit.

The spirit spoke. "Death is our stock in trade here at Abbott, the final solution. I am one of the few who will admit that. First it giveth, then taketh away."

The spirit fell silent as a jolt of electricity ran through some nearby wires and into a large fuse box, the front of the box suddenly bursting open to reveal another spirit, a hallucination Quinn was certain, struggling against the live wires. The blonde has suffered with these hallucinations her entire lifetime, no one believed her, they called her crazy, but she was watching the man in front of her being electrocuted.

He turned to speak to the blonde. "I been here a long time, and I don't understand much about this place. But, I know you bein' here ain't no coincidence."

The wires crackled to life again, and another jolt of electricity ran to a nearby room with a large viewing window. Inside the room, a projector flickered to life and projected an image of a man in a blood-splattered apron. He paced back and forth as he spoke to Quinn. "Well, well, well, look what we have here. How long I have been waiting to encounter such a fascinating specimen. My understanding is you've had periodic blackouts since early adolescence. Ever wonder what happens during those blackouts? Would you say you have visions of bloodshed? Yes, surely there is bloodshed."

The gaseous spirit spoke up now. "You've seen death, right? I read about your life. But did you really do it? Because, we get innocent people in here, sure, innocent until presumed guilty. It doesn't affect me doing my job though, above all else, I am a professional; I am dedicated to my work. Nothing compares to the deep satisfaction of terminating a human life, but you already know that, don't you?"

Now the man in the box of wires spoke, electricity coloring his teeth. "You had a wife, right? Didja love her? How far would you go to make sure she stayed yours? When you get mad, you feel you could kill a man, rip him apart with your bare hands. You ever feel that way? Maybe you're not like me, it's hard ta say. Ya gotta fight it. Don't let this place do to you what it did to me."

"I can help you, Quinn." Said the projector-man. "I can make you well, I can give you control, if you really want it. But first you've got to show me. Come on now; give it a try for me, won't you. Embrace your inner self Quinn, let it all out."

"Blackout sounds like a convenient excuse to me."

"You ever see red? You ever just wanna let go? It's so easy."

"Show me why you're in here. I want to know all about you."

"I'm waiting."

"Come on! Do it! You think you're better than us?"

"You can't put it off forever; this place is stronger than you!"

"I'm sensing resistance Quinn, why is that? I want to see the real you."

"They won't leave you alone until you do it. Don't worry, we all have problems here, you'll fit right in."

With that Quinn changed, she grew into a large dark monster with blade sharp claws and a dark emptiness in her hazel eyes. She took on the form of pure evil. It only lasted a split second but it was long enough, the voices in her head knew what she had done. The visions, the tricks of her mind taunted her some more.

"Very good, we've made a lot of progress today, but be careful, a good thing only lasts so long. We'll need to discuss this further, in our next session."

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