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 two

Prisoner of Her Own Mind

Quinn had now found her way into the Lethal Injection chamber witness area, she did not know how she had gotten there, but there she was. Sitting in one of the chairs, watching a sickening scene unfold before her eyes. For a moment she wondered if everything were a hallucination, if she were truly back in her cell imagining everything before her, or if these visions were a reality and actually occurring right before her. It was difficult living in a world in between fact and fiction.

In a world no one else could see.

When she had told her wife of these creatures, these spirits, her wife had wanted her to seek out mental help. Her wife did not believe her, the police did not believe her and would not believe her if she told them the truth, no one believed her. Aside from these apparitions, she was completely alone.

The lights flickered and then the room lit up brightly, she watched through the glass. Inside of the Lethal Injection chamber stood the man from the projector. The man with the white scrubs covered in blood and the metal gadget on his head. He wore a demented grin as he reached out for the inmate who was strapped up to the lethal injection table, struggling against his bonds, begging for the doctor to spare his life. Quinn knew that it was all in her head, but it seemed so undeniably real. These creatures were once mere voices in her mind, now they had manifested visually.

Turning to look through the glass, the doctor's eyes met hazel as he spoke up. "When performing a lethal injection, it is essential that the needles be placed with absolute precision. And unlike standard medical procedures, with a lethal injection you have a patient who probably does not want the procedure to occur."

He appeared to be giving the blonde woman a lecture on the subject.

"Therefore, it is of vital importance that the restraints be tight and strong. Even with that, trouble may arise, and it may be incumbent for the practitioner to take matters into his own hands, using whatever sharp, bladed objects he may have on his person."

His toothy grin spread from one ear to the next and he stared Quinn directly into the eyes as he lifted the razor-sharp scalpel between his fingers, delicately, before dragging it along the inmates exposed abdomen slicing through the flesh easily. The inmate screamed out in agony and the doctor laughed manically, finding pleasure in his pain. It was disgusting.

"Lacerations to the body at strategic locations may put the patient into a state of shock, making them far more pliable, or at the very least, causing them to bleed to death, thus achieving the desired end. And who are we kidding? We're not really trying to be humane anyway." Clapping his blood-coated hands together and smiling brightly as the man slowly bled to death he added. "Class dismissed."

Pounding on the door to the viewing room brought Quinn out of her hallucination, her head snapped to the sound. Her eyes were wide and her heart was racing.

"Hey! Is anybody in there?" The voice shouted out, it was a man's voice.

Momentarily, she allowed her hazel eyes to travel back to the Lethal Injection chamber, it was empty. The room was dark and the bed no longer imprisoned the dying inmate. It was all in her head. Letting out a loud raspy groan of frustration she shook her head, blonde hair falling in her face as she lifted herself out of the chair and headed toward the door in order to see who was on the other side. Internally sending up a prayer to God that it was not another officer.

Reaching out she opened the door and was met with the sight of a familiar young man. He was shirtless, fairly muscular with tattoos and clear brown eyes. His skin was naturally tan and he had a Mohawk.

"Man, it's good to see another human—" He paused and his brown eyes widened as a smirk formed on his lips, he recognized the blonde. "Wait, what the fuck, Quinn, is that you?" He laughed a little bit as he approached the woman. "It's me, Puck, from Eastern! Man, if anybody could survive this shit it figures you could."

"Yeah…" Quinn muttered under her breath, not knowing what to think or feel. She was not particularly invested in her relationship with him.

"You seen some a these things, man, fuckin' whack shit. I heard the governments' been conducting experiments on us inmates, next phase of MK-Ultra if you can believe that shit. Now it's turned into the mother of all cluster fucks!"

The blonde inmate momentarily allowed her good and evil consciences to battle. One was telling her that she needed to help her friend, that she needed to protect him because he would die, and the other was telling her that he was a parasite that deserved to die. She knew that was not the case and she did not want to hurt him, she cared about him, she hated feeling this pull and desire to kill the people that she loved.

Forcing the voices away she smiled at him. "Yeah, I know it's crazy. I've watched these things kill most of the inmates here, we need to find a way out of here."

She could taste bile in her mouth, she wanted to slaughter him and it made her sick.

"C'mon dude, follow me, I know the way outta here."

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The two escapees made their way toward the East Cellblock, Puck continued to ramble on and on about the government's involvement in these attacks on the prison. Quinn listened half-heartedly and gave little to actually reciprocating the conversation. Regardless, it was nice to have company, the hallucinations seemed to fade when there were people around her, and the creatures were easier to kill with someone else.

Both had managed to find guns on the corpses of dead officers, so they were well-armed and prepared for battle. Honestly, Quinn was not afraid to die. She had already lost everything in her life; she had no one to turn to, no one to trust in, and no one trusted in her. She was for the most part dead in everyone's minds already.

"You know what I just realized?" Puck asked.

"What's that?" Quinn asked nonchalantly as she glanced around the hallway that they were passing through.

"I'm gonna be the only dude I ever heard of who actually made it outta Abbott before their bid was up. Fuck the parole board man; I beat 'em!"

Hazel eyes connected with brown and in a monotone, serious, almost terrifying tone, the blonde delivered him a reality check. "You haven't made it out yet."

"Oh, come on, you and me Q? We're gonna make it outta here, no problem." He smirked.

"It's difficult to be confident when you have watched those creatures slaughter so many." Quinn muttered out in a soft whisper, as she glanced toward the gun that was held tightly in her hand. People had a misconception about her, because of the reputation she had unintentionally built, but she was not this person. Deep, deep, down, she regretted every single mistake. She hated herself for causing anyone pain. She was not proud to be escaping; she deserved to be locked up for the insanity that consumed her.

"Yeah, I guess, but I just watched you blow one of those thing's brains out." Puck said with a confident laugh and a shrug of his shoulders. "We're getting' outa here."

O

"Man, does this hallway ever fuckin' end?" Puck wondered aloud as he let out a groan, his confidence had deflated. After killing six more of the creatures and still having a long way to go before making their escape, he was starting to truly consider Quinn's words of wisdom. Perhaps they would never make it out of the prison.

"It should be coming to an end soon."

"Good. Jesus fuckin' christ." He said with agitation on his tongue. Suddenly, he stopped as he almost stepped into a puddle. "Woah, what the hell?"

Kneeling down he looked at the puddle closely, squinting his brown eyes at the liquid. It appeared to be blood; it was a dark red and looked thick. The strange thing about the puddle though, was not that it was blood, because they had encountered many puddles of blood, it was the fact that it looked like it was pulsating. Ripples were flowing through it, like it was alive.

"Man what is this shit on the floor. Looks like blood, but it's like its breathing or somethin'…"

Reaching out his fingers he started to run them through the liquid, it was extremely warm, he noticed. Quinn watched him closely, feeling her heart pounding in her chest as her stomach lurched back and forth, she did not have a good feeling about the situation.

A small, screeching creature with multiple hypodermic needles jammed into its body, leapt out from the puddle and latched onto Puck's shoulder, trying to thrust one of the needles into his throat. This caused them both to scream out in surprise, neither had expected such a thing to happen.

"Ahhh! Get this fuckin' thing off of me!"

Quinn knew that she could not shoot the creature, not with it so close to her friend's neck, so instead she reached out and smacked the monster over the head with her gun knocking it to the floor. As it quickly climbed back to a standing position, she took in its appearance; it looked like a small bug-like animal. Aiming her gun directly at it she shot it in the head causing it to explode.

Puck stood up straight and watched as the creature withered and died on the cement floor. "Man, what the fuck was that, some kinda sick little mutant. I grew up in Lima Heights and I tell ya, I aint never been so fuckin' scared. Fuckin' government experiments!" He screamed out throwing his hands up in anger.

"Who's there?" A female voice shouted from one of the cells lining the hallway, Quinn snapped her head in the direction of the shout and quickly started toward the cell. If someone was alive, she knew that she should save her.

"Shit, guess someone else survived." Puck said, following the blonde closely as they opened the cell door and peered inside.

There was a woman cowering in the corner of the cell, she had her strong arms over her head in a protective stance and her body was shaking. As the door creaked open the girl took a defensive position and turned quickly to glare at Quinn. "You? You're just gonna kill me… like you killed them, I'd rather fuckin' stay in this cell."

"I just want to help." She whispered out softly, her voice deep and sincere, hazel eyes full of pain. This was what people saw in her. A monster.

"I don't want your help; please I'm beggin' ya, just shut the cell and stay back!" The woman shouted, terrified. She would rather be imprisoned than in Quinn's company.

"We are on our way out now, we can help you escape." The blonde was pleading, begging the other woman to trust her, to put her faith in her. That was all she needed at this point, someone to actually put their faith in her.

"Please?" The inmate begged her eyes full of fear and tears.

Quinn swallowed hard and nodded her head, hazel eyes empty as she closed and locked the cell door. "I hope that you will be safe in here."

O

Upon entering the Maintenance Room, Quinn's vision grew dark and she was met with yet another hallucination. The last thing that she heard was Puck's concerned voice as her mind went foggy.

'A young man that was far too skinny to be healthy was standing in front of a closet in what appeared to be a little girl's bedroom. There were unicorns hanging from the ceiling, cartoons on the bedspread, and posters of popular children's movies on the walls. The man was wearing a crooked grin and he was laughing at the closet door.

Pounding could be heard from the other side of the door, pounding of what she presumed was a small child's fists. Her voice could now be heard. "When are you gonna let me out!"

"You're never gettin' outta there 'til you learn to respect your fuckin' elders child!" The man shouted back at the door.

"What did I do daddy?"

"You know what you did!"

"Daddy?"

"Shut the fuck up!"

"C'mon, I learned my lesson!"

The man let out a sigh and opened the door and the kid quickly ran out climbing into bed and crying into the pillow she held onto tightly. "You never were my daddy. Not really." She screamed out.'

"You never were my daddy, not really." Quinn muttered out as her hazel eyes fluttered open and she was met with brown concern-filled eyes. She hastily realized that Puck was standing in front of her looking at her as if she had lost her mind. These visions were a curse.

"Dude, you okay? You just kinda blacked out."

"Yeah, I'm fine." Quinn stated bitterly as she stabilized herself and focused back on the mission at hand, not wishing to show her only weakness to him.

"In that case, we gotta keep movin' Q. Come on." He waved a hand telling the blonde woman to follow him.

Quinn followed him but her mind was stuck in the past, in the past conversations she had had with her doctor. With both him as a hallucination as well as in reality, although now it was difficult to distinguish between the two, she could always recall the turning point.

Her doctor had called her about the hallucinations and told her that her condition was more serious than he had originally suspected. That she needed to come in and to avoid doing anything rash or becoming upset, because there was no telling what horrible thing that she might do. The next time that she awakened from the darkness she was in a police vehicle and found out that her family was dead.

Quinn Fabray was a broken vessel. She was lost in the prison of her own mind.

O

Authors Note

Another chapter for you all, Rachel will be introduced in the next chapter and the romance will start to bloom. I do hope that you leave me reviews if you are enjoying the story and want to read more.

Thank you all for reading.