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 Five

The Truth

"So, you see things, people, apparitions?" Rachel asked curiously, as she looked up at the tall blonde inmate, watching her closely. She could see the way that her muscles tensed as she clenched her jaw. She would have been more subtle with her questions if she were only capable; most knew her to be a blunt and straightforward individual.

Quinn hesitated before she answered as she looked around the Asylum, the walls were run down and corroded, bugs littered the bricks as with blood and graffiti.

"Quinn." The smaller woman tugged on her arm, drawing her attention to her. When she looked down and hazel met sincere brown, she nearly caved. "I am not going to judge you, I promise you that. You could tell me that you have fifteen psychotic personalities and I still would find the one that is special. I just want to understand what you are feeling, what you are seeing."

"How could you possibly ever understand? I don't even understand."

"Perhaps we could figure it out together." Rachel suggested with a wide full-lipped smile.

Quinn let out a sigh as she looked back to the asylum, she could see the doctor that haunted her standing just down the corridor. She knew that she would be unable to avoid him. "I'm not sure if they are a figment of my imagination, or if they are the dead who needed a voice, but I see these people. Some are consistent, others completely random."

"Consistent? You mean like your daughter?"

The blonde's body tensed and Rachel gently caressed her arm trying to sooth her and calm her down. "Yes, my daughter is one of the many. My ex-wife also visits from time to time, and then there are others."

"Others?" She whispered out softly.

"Yes, one is actually standing directly in front of us."

Rachel snapped her head forward and looked around, trying to see this person that Quinn could see, but all that she saw was an empty hallway.

"You can't see him." She muttered out, her voice deep and raspy. "But I can see him clear as day, I can feel him when he touches me, smell him when he is close to me, to me he exists."

"Who is he?"

"I'm not certain, not exactly." They were slowly approaching him. "He is a doctor of sorts, a mental doctor. But, I do not know who he is or what it is that he wants from me. He is approaching now though, so please be careful."

Rachel nodded, as she was pushed protectively behind the blonde.

"Hello there Quinn, welcome." The doctor said with a devious grin. "I see that you brought a guest, is this your plus one?" He walked around Rachel, looking her over, smelling her hair, and Quinn felt her stomach flip and twist in disgust and jealousy. He should not be that close to her, whether he was an apparition or not.

"She is lovely Quinn, her skin is so perfect and smooth, and her hair smells delicious." He laughed. "Good job, I sure do hope that she will enjoy the show."

"Leave her alone." Quinn defended and Rachel jumped, startled by the other woman's voice.

"What is it Quinn?"

"Just stay behind me Rachel."

"Oh, so protective." The doctor said with a laugh. "I guess we should get to my performance, my performance on you as it were, will be something I shall thoroughly enjoy, and, I trust, so shall you. I am not certain we have been formally introduced. Quinn, isn't it? My name is Killjoy, Dr. Killjoy, and I will be your alienist this fine evening."

He looked to Rachel and smirked. "Aren't you going to introduce me to the fine lady?" When Quinn did not say anything he shrugged his shoulders. "Well, that is quite rude, but understandable. Regardless, I welcome you to the Carnate Institution for the Tragically Troubled, the Impossibly Insane, and the Diabolically Disturbed. Are you and your "friend" here seeking mental help? Are you looking for answers? Well rest assured, you have come to the right place."

"Quinn, perhaps we should just keep walking, we have to make it to the radio." Rachel stood on her tippy toes and whispered into her ear. Her heated breath rushing against pale skin and causing Quinn to shiver and her heart to race.

"Oh, Quinn, what would your wife say if she could see you now?" Dr. Killjoy asked.

"My wife is dead, she cannot speak."

"Your wife is dead, because you killed her." He laughed.

Quinn focused her attention on Rachel and the voices died down just a little bit, she could still feel the doctor's eyes on her, inspecting her, but she could not hear his voice as loud as before. "Come on Rachel." She nodded toward the hallway and led the way, ignoring the man who was now following the two of them.

"Quinn, do not ignore me. Please? You are my favorite subject. I wish to employ an experimental device that helps me chart the undiscovered territory. But first, you must prove to me that you truly want to be cured, and that you are truly worthy of my time."

"Is he still here?" Rachel spoke softly, her head resting against the inmates shoulder as she looked ahead. She was terrified but she refused to show it, for Quinn's sake.

"Yes, Rachel, he is still following us and talking, but if we ignore him maybe he will go away."

"I'm not going away Quinn. I need you to grasp the implications. It's a brave new world! Ever wonder why you're so furious? What happens, then, when the world goes black? Do you ever see a creature? A beastly form the likes of which would cause any sane woman to flee in terror? Tell me about him. How does he make you feel?"

Quinn's body started to shake and tears threatened her eyes as she listened to the doctors words, they seemed to be delving deep into her mind, then again he was a figment of her mind so he knew everything about her thoughts. She would see this creature; he had the appearance of a demon. She always witnessed the creature when she blacked out and when she awoke someone was usually dead, she could never remember how it happened.

"Shh, shh." Rachel whispered running her small fingers gently over the blonde's arm. "You have to calm down and ignore him Quinn. He is trying to get to you, you have the control. It is your mind."

"My labors are important for you to understand this. They show sides of the human mind hitherto unseen, revealing that which makes us do right and wrong. Don't you wonder about that, what makes you do right and wrong?" He asked.

"I'm right here Quinn, I got you." The petite brunette spoke up softly and her voice was all that Quinn could hear, she was taking all of the pain away.

The doctor laughed loudly. "Severe dementia is it? Or perhaps chronic melancholia? Or is it an uncontrollable urge to regress back to a form unseen in modern society, one that will allow you to set matters right in the most direct way possible. Yes, I think that's it. When all else fails, go for the easy way out, the obvious answer, the brute force solution."

Quinn felt numb, she heard the words he was saying but she was not scared, she felt nothing but a warmth from where Rachel's breath continued to rush against her skin. It was almost blissful in a terrifying way.

The doctor was still continuing on with his explanation, regardless of being ignored. "How does it go, oh yes: "Canst thou minister to a mind diseased? Pluck'd from the memory a rooted sorrow, rise out the written troubles of brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon the heart?" My my, if only it were that easy."

He walked toward her and looked at Rachel as she whispered another sweet word or two in Quinn's ear and he laughed. "Aw, you certainly found a sweet one dear Quinnie." Walking around, he whispered against the blonde's ear. "Maybe you should kill her, like you did your wife, so savagely."

Hazel eyes widened and a few tears fell. "I would never do that."

"You already did." Dr. Killjoy sang.

"Quinn?"

"Just keep walking. I am alright Rachel, I promise."

"When you admit to yourself what you are, it will be much easier for me to treat you. The mind is kind, it often puts the best face on the most horrible truth, but the truth is so obvious, it is a shame you must fight me every step of the way. You did kill your wife, and you will kill this one too."

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