Hello my lovely readers :)

Thank you so much for reviewing and all the favorites and alerts! It means so much to me to see that you enjoy this story, especially because it is the most challenging thing I ever wrote! I want to apologize for mistakes but it is hard for me to describe all these things in English if I barely know how to describe them in German. Please be patient with me, I try to improve as much as possible but my writing will never be perfect I guess :)

Now for those of you who asked for the background of Jeff, you will be pleased in this chapter! Although there is still a long way to discover both of our boys entire backgrounds, have a small glimpse of Jeff's life ;)

Warning: Mentioning of violence and death.

I sadly don't own Glee or any of the characters. If I would own it, there would be way more Niff ;)

And now enjoy!

Chapter 3:

Nick lay on the mattress, staring blankly at the ceiling. He could here screams from outside and flinched because of the scared sound. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The voice sounded like the one of the boy who talked to him before- Jeff was his name, right? Nick already regretted how he shut the boy out instead of telling him what he should expect. Now that it sounded like he was the next one to suffer, he really could have needed an advice.

Only a few seconds after Jeff passed out he found himself awake again, struggling and trying to fight back against the arms that held him tight and forced him to move. He screamed as loud as possible. His head hurt and his arms as well because of the tight grip around his wrists. He had no chance against the guy dragging him down the hallway he had been led down the first time as well. Tears were forming in his eyes out of anger and fear. He bit on his lower lip hard, already tasting blood.

A door appeared in front of him which was different than every other door in here. It was white and for some reason he just knew that they would lead him in there. Jeff sobbed and continued to scream. His voice was shaking and his throat already burned.

The white door was opened from the inside by a guy covered in tattoos from head to toe. He looked aggressive and was definitely not someone Jeff would want to run into on a lonely street.

Behind the door was another hallway, small and also painted completely in white- the only other thing in there was another white door. It was lighten up by neon-lights- Only looking into the white hall made Jeff feel dizzy.

When he made his first step into it, it was like something inside him switched. He stopped sobbing and somehow he felt calm. There were still tears streaming down his face but his body didn't tremble anymore. He held his head up high, confused about what happened to him but he didn't dare to think about it. Instead he enjoyed the feeling of confidence rushing through his veins.

Jeff stopped fighting against the grip of the man pushing him forward as a sudden thought appeared in his head.

'I want to show them that they don't own me.'

He wanted to laugh sarcastically, realizing that he just quoted 'The Hunger Games' in his head. Did Peeta feel like this as well when the games started- so powerful and full of adrenalin? Jeff had to think about his father as well, who always told him to never show fear when you look into the eyes of your enemy. He loved his dad so much for all the support he had given him.
The second door of the hallway was opened and Jeff walked into a white room, observing it quickly. It was small, nothing really special and completely empty. There was a glass wall, separating the room from another room which reminded Jeff of a dentist's office. He could make out injections lying on a tray in there and saw people dressed in white coats, scribbling notes on notebooks and trying to look important.

Jeff pouted and said to himself that he didn't like it here- not at all. Only now he realized that he wasn't the only one in this room next to this mean guy behind him. There were other men as well and even two women were cowered in the corner of the small room. They all looked very skinny and pale, their eyes were blank. None of them said anything. Jeff noticed the beard all the men had. 'At least I don't have to deal with not being able to shave in here because I can't grow any facial hair at all', he thought to himself, surprised about his attitude. He guessed that that was what people liked to call a gallows humor.

Jeff was ripped out of his thoughts when a man stepped out of the other room, wearing a white coat as well and holding the tray with the injections in his hands, followed by a woman wearing the same coat and green gloves.

He looked around, noticing that some of the other people in the room whimpered. A flash of fear went through his body but he didn't allow the feeling to take over him.

They didn't own him. No matter what they would do to him now, he would not be scared. He would look them in the eyes while they would inject him the liquid and he would stay calm.

How bad could it be?

"You!" the woman said, pointing at Jeff. Her voice showed no emotions. Jeff was pushed in her direction by his bodyguard and she got a grip on his arm, holding him tight and taking one of the injections of the tray.

She pulled up the sleeve of the uniform of his right arm.

'Look into her eyes- she doesn't own you. She can't do any damage to you as long as you stay true to yourself. Don't show fear. You are stronger than this, you are better than this and you know it!' he kept repeating to himself, taking a deep breath and looking right into her green eyes as the woman with the emotionless expression on her face threw the needle right into his arm.

For Nick it felt like time had stopped. He listened hard to hear footsteps or voices telling him that Jeff would be brought back into his room, but there were none. He didn't know how much time had passed since he'd started to wait for a sign of Jeff still being alive- maybe it was an hour, maybe only ten minutes, but it made him feel even more frustrated than before. Why did he care so much about what happened to the blond boy? He thought about the question for a few seconds and the first thing that popped into his mind was that he looked so young and innocent. No one deserved to be here but Jeff seemed to deserve it even less.

Nick turned around on his mattress restlessly, groaning and hitting his head against his pillow, cursing at himself for caring this damn much. If he would just get the chance to apologize to Jeff for his behavior earlier, he would for sure feel a lot better. But he knew that he'd probably never have the chance to do that again.

The whole room started to spin around Jeff only a few minutes later. His heart was beating fast, his palms were sweating and his feet gave away. He lay on the cold ground, trying to keep his eyes open but the light hurt so bad. He had no idea what the thing they injected him was but he for sure knew that he didn't like it at all.

His whole body trembled and he didn't know how to stop it. His mouth was completely dry and he coughed several times.

Next to him was another man lying on the floor, suffering in obvious pain. He screamed and ripped his eyes open, his whole body twisting.

Jeff wanted to look away but his eyes were basically glued to the man. He was just glad that his body didn't react like this to the unknown substance. The screaming got louder and it looked like the man was possessed. Jeff didn't want to see this, he didn't want to hear the painful gasps but he was not able to look away or to even move.

He just lay on his stomach, panting heavily and his clothes soaked in sweat. He felt his heart rapidly beating against his chest but it was like he had no power over his body anymore. He wanted to at least turn his head away but he didn't know how to do that- so instead he just closed his eyes.

'You are going to be okay' he told himself, replaying the thought in his head over and over again. Then there was silence next to him. No screams, no body moving in pain. He was now able to hear the other people in the room, crying silently or screaming as well, but not as loud as the man beside him. What had happened?

Jeff blinked several times, adjusting his eyes to the bright light in the room before looking at the guy. The next thing he heard was a loud cry of panic. He didn't know where it came from until he realized that he was the one shrieking.

Eyes were focused on him but there was no hint of life in them. The man's face was pale, his mouth was slightly open and his body was lying in an uncomfortable position. There was no doubt that he was death.

The blond bawled and tried to shuffle away, choking and tears started to blur his vision. He panicked, wasn't able to breathe anymore. The eyes of the dead man still lingered on him when he passed out.

Jeff's whole body was still shaking when he arrived in his room again.

He woke up in the white room and got questioned about how he felt after he got the injections. At first he didn't answer. He was still shocked, his eyes widened in horror and starring at the spot where the man used to lie but soon he realized that not answering the questions would lead to pain because every time he didn't answer within twenty seconds the guy with the tattoos would kick him in the stomach or connect his fist with Jeff's jaw. So Jeff started to talk. He managed to mumble something about heart racing and sweating and shaking but he didn't really pay attention. All that was on his mind right now were those blue eyes staring at him lifeless.

After they had no questions left for him he was brought back to his room. Even if he didn't struggle or attempt to flee the guy pushed him violently forward and held his wrists so tight that it hurt. But Jeff didn't seem to notice the pain because these eyes, they would haunt him.

He watched the flame of the lighter in his hand dance around joyfully, the bright colors a welcome contrast to the grey and white world he was trapped in. His thoughts drifted away to his family. Would they have already informed the police? His mother was for sure going insane because she was so worried about her only son, the one who was supposed to take over his father's business one day and meanwhile his dad would make sure that the police did everything to find his son as soon as possible. Jeff felt sorry for making his family go through this. How would they explain to Liz, his little sister of only nine years, that her beloved big brother didn't show up at home anymore?

He wished he would have had the possibility to fight against the arms who pulled him into the black van standing next to the street but it all happened so fast that he had no time to react because only seconds later there was a cloth pressed right onto his mouth and nose and the biting smell of ethanol made Jeff feel dizzy and pass out.

The next time he woke up he found himself inside the car with two unmasked men and his hands cuffed behind his back. He remembered how they opened the door and pulled him out of the car. He was barely able to stand on his feet.

Jeff snapped out of his thoughts and watched the flame of the lighter again, he had it hidden under his mattress as he first found himself in this room when a sudden thought appeared in his head. And from this second on he made it to his main goal to escape out of here as fast as possible, no matter which price he had to pay for it...

At first Nick thought that he just imagined it, but as the smell of smoke got more his heart hammered against his chest in panic. Fire. Something was on fire and the smell stung in his nose. Apparently he wasn't the only one noticing it because he heard others starting to scream and knock against their doors wildly. Oh god. It had always been one of Nick's worst nightmares to die in a fire and now he was sure it would happen. He banged against the door, screaming along with the other men for help when he heard footsteps on the floor along with angry shouts.

He fell back in surprise as his door was opened and a guy with bright blond hair and a mischievous grin on his face was pushed inside after a fist connected with his right eye. But that didn't stop the boy from grinning. It just made him wince in pain.

"Jeff?" Nick stumbled in surprise. "What does that mean? What are you doing here?"

Well, it looks like Jeff isn't that innocent boy he seems to be and his rebellious side was just set free ;)