A Pretty Little Lying Sucker Punching Glee Cabaret
A Glee/Pretty Little Liars/Sucker Punch crossover. With a guest appearance by Alex Russo from Wizards of Waverly Place
Set in Sucker Punch universe. Quinn, Santana, Emily, Hanna are all part of Blue's harem. Their world is rocked with the appearance of the newcomer Baby Doll. Femslash.
Rated Mature for violence, language and sexuality-yum!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and this work is not for profit. The beginning of the story will mirror certain themes, scenes and elements from Zack Snyder’s Sucker Punch.
Baby Doll shudders as the rusty mesh gate slams behind her. Blue, the head orderly’s hand tightens on her shoulder as they start walking into the converted theater cum therapy space.
“Jesus! Someone get her down please!” Blue yells when a young girl-even younger than Baby Doll- leaps onto the table nearest them. “Alex, come on sweetie, don’t you want lunch?” Both Blue and Baby Doll flinch when Alex reaches into her waistband at the small of her back. Alex grins at Baby Doll.
“I’m a wizard you know,” Alex whispers loudly. Suddenly she brandishes a long, stale bread stick from her waistband and whips it about like a wand. “Casmerus Disappearuss!” Alex cackles loudly in Baby Dolls’ face before two orderlies appear at her side. The raucous laughter stops when one of the men places a hand on Alex’s arm. Her eyes grow dark and her tangled brown hair whips around as she glares at the man touching her. “No need to be friendly, amigo,” Alex sighs after a moment. She snaps the bread stick in half with one hand and crumbles the pieces onto the front of the orderly’s stained white smock. “And I’ll be seeing you later,” Alex coos at Baby Doll before allowing the men to carry her across the room to an empty table.
“Lucky you. Already making friends,” Blue whispers in Baby Doll’s ear. Baby Doll fights the urge to recoil, as he deliberately sniffs her neck.
Across the room, a group of girls, two blondes and two brunettes, sit around a table. Although all four girls are holding playing cards, Baby Doll can feel their eyes burning into the side of her head.
The first night is the hardest. Sleep only comes to Baby Doll when the night sky starts graying.
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“Santana, sweetheart, you have to meet our new friend,” Blue curls a finger at the corseted young woman standing at the end of the stage. “I need you to show her around, can you do that for me darling?” A portly priest stands behind Blue, leering at Baby Doll.
“Go fuck yourself Blue,” Santana calls out in a sing-song voice before spinning around to walk back towards the lavishly furnished bed in the center of the stage. With each click of her heels on the stage floor, Blue’s face grows redder.
Santana rests a fish net clad knee on the foot of the bed. The blonde on the bed rolls her eyes before crawling over to Santana, who turns and offers her back. “Thanks Hanna,” Santana says as her friend unlaces and re-laces her crooked corset.
Blue’s eyes narrow into splinters. Being subjugated by a singing whore in front of the new girl was not on Blue’s list today. His grip on Baby Doll’s shoulder tightens and she can hear him inhale harshly.
But Santana knows her pimp well and she calls out over her shoulder. “Unless you want to put Rachel back on the bill tonight, I need to rehearse.” Blue sucks in a breath. He thinks about the crazed Diva locked in her private suite, high on opium. He doesn’t want to go there for at least another three days. Her last out burst cost him a potential customer in the form of a decadent Cuban tobacco smuggler. If he sees her now, he’ll leave enough bruises to put her out of work for at least another two weeks. His temper continues to boil. Santana pulls out a nail file and starts buffing her nails. “But Hanna doesn’t dance tonight,” Santana says without looking up. Hanna scowls and jerks roughly on Santana’s corset ribbon. The nail file pauses and a perfectly sculpted eyebrow arches at Hanna. Hanna sighs and finishes tying the corset ribbon.
“Hanna honey.” Blue swallows his anger at Santana’s impudence and pulls on his charming smile as Hanna strolls over to them. Hanna takes Blue’s outstretched hand. She glances at the leering priest and shudders internally. “This is Baby Doll. Make sure she gets the full tour,” Blue says. He kisses the back of Hanna’s hand before turning it palm up. “The High Roller’s coming next in three weeks and he wants to have something…new.” He strokes her palm with his thumb and lets his gaze linger a moment longer before placing Baby Doll’s hand in it. “I trust you’ll make sure the other girls play nice…and that you’ll keep her flower untouched.” Blue says with a smirk.
“Goodbye my child,” the priest says. He leans in to embrace Baby Doll. Baby Doll’s heel of her palm shoots out and slams into his fat face. “Mother fucker!” The priest reels backwards with a thick hand clutched to his face. Blood drips from between his bratwurst fingers.
“Come on,” Hanna says, barely containing her laughter as she yanks on Baby Doll’s hand. She drags the girl into a quiet hallway away from the bellowing man. “That was amazing, but you can’t do that anymore. If you piss off a customer, Blue will-” Hanna pauses when she realizes the girl holding her hand is tearing up. Hanna sighs and pulls an unmarked door open. She walks Baby Doll into the linen closet and sits down with her in the dark room. “Look, Baby. I know things seem like they’re never going to be right again…and maybe they won’t, but you’ll see that it’s not so bad here.” Baby Doll finally meets her eyes.
“Thank you,” Baby Doll says quietly. Hanna squeezes Baby Doll’s hand gently and smiles when she feels the pressure returned. Baby Doll sniffles softly as Hanna wipes the tears from her eyes with a clean corner of a bed sheet.
“Ready for the grand tour?”
They make good time. Hanna whisks her through the janitorial supplies closet, kitchen, laundry room, showers, dorms and mess hall in less than hour.
“I’ll show you around the theater and uh, VIP entertaining rooms before the show tonight,” Hanna says as they approach the rehearsal studio. She inhales deeply and readies herself for the harsh reactions from the other girls before pushing through the double doors.
“I wonder how old she is. That poor girl can’t be legal yet,” Emily says as she stretches with a hand on the barre. Quinn sees Emily’s brow furrow in concern.
“Like any of us were legal when we got here,” Quinn scoffs.
“You all act like they want us to be legal.” Santana rolls her eyes as she finds herself a spot at the barre behind Emily. “Russo is years away from legal. Ever wonder why her waitlist is so long?” Santana smirks as Emily bends forward at the waist and touches a palm to the worn wooden floor. “Em, have you been eating your Wheaties?” Emily’s cheeks flush as a warm hand rests on her ass. Santana squeezes Emily through the sheer hose. As Emily steadily rises back to a standing position, Santana guides her through the motion with a hand on her lower back. Santana’s chin appears on her shoulder. “Your form is looking…flawless,” Santana breathes into Emily’s neck. The taller girl blushes profusely as the singer’s body presses into her back.
“Santana!” Hanna calls out from across the room, jolting the two girls apart. Santana scowls at the interruption. “This is Baby Doll. Baby, this is Emily, Quinn and Santana.”
“Hi,” Baby Doll says timidly under the glares of Quinn and Santana.
“Hi, Baby. It’s nice to meet you,” Emily says with a genuine smile. She wraps Baby Doll up in a hug before any of the other girls can react. Both Quinn and Santana stare at Emily and her display of affection with disgust.
“Oh come on bitches. Stop being such bitches,” Hanna says. “Oh relax Tanny, it’s not like she’s going to get into Emily’s bed before you do,” Hanna hisses under her breath. Suddenly a door slams open. Santana, Quinn and Hanna watch as Russo stumbles into the room. The young girl makes a beeline towards Emily. Russo points at Baby Doll and grimaces apologetically.
“Sorry new girl. I just broke the spare bed trying out a new move,” Russo says. She points at her blood slicked right forearm and shrugs. Both Baby Doll and Emily lean backwards as the alcohol fumes roll off Russo in waves. “Em, can you tell Gorski I’m spending the night in the infirmary?” Russo says before wheeling around and heading right back out the door.
“Don’t worry, you can sleep in my bed,” Emily says to Baby Doll as Russo disappears noisily down the hall.
“Fucking A!” Santana snaps. She can’t believe the new doe eyed girl has accomplished what she’s been whole-heartedly attempting for almost half a year within two minutes of meeting Emily.
“Where are you going?” Emily asks as her friend stomps noisily across the wood in her heels.
“To rehearse my song!” Santana snaps without looking at Emily.
“What happened?” Emily asks Quinn.
“Oh. You know. Santana doesn’t always handle competition that well,” Quinn says coolly. Hanna elbows Quinn in the side. Quinn rolls her eyes and forces herself to switch gears painstakingly. Quinn’s not a nice girl per say. Another blonde in the harem isn’t something she’s been hoping for. But, Hanna seems to want the girl to fit in, so Quinn will push her own shit aside at this very moment and just try. There’s something so innocent and fragile about the girl that even Quinn can’t bring herself to glare a second longer-it doesn’t mean she’ll smile though. “So are you singing or dancing? Or both?” Quinn asks Baby Doll.
“Sing? I can’t sing,” Baby Doll says, confused.
“So you’re dancing then…” Quinn says as she sizes up the younger girl. “Well you certainly have the body,” Quinn smirks.
The loud tap of a wooden stick on the ground pulls the girls out of their conversation. Madame Gorski is standing in the doorway, blocking Santana off.
“Ladies, I know you haven’t forgotten that we’re going on stage in less than 5 hours and your routine is rougher than our lovely cook’s heels. Quickly, now positions!” Madame Gorski’s voice fills the rehearsal hall as she sweeps into the room. “Quinn. You and Santana are finally going sweep them off their feet with your song tonight,” Gorski says.
“Thank you,” Quinn says.
“You’re velcome, now go!” Gorski says, her smile dropping instantly as she turns to face Emily and Hanna. “Where are Brittany and Spencer?” Gorski notices Baby Doll standing silently behind the older girls.
“This is Baby Doll, she’s ne-” Hanna starts before Gorski cuts her off.
“Ah, yes. Welcome darling.” Gorski’s eyes sweep over the new girl. “You will dance, no?”
Before Baby Doll can react, she’s standing in the middle of the dance floor. All eyes are on her. Even Santana and Quinn have delayed their departure to the theater to watch her. Hanna watches with bated breath. She’s worried about the new girl. For some reason, she just doesn’t want to see her fail. Emily stands beside Hanna and waits patiently for Baby Doll to start. Ever the optimist, Emily is excited and curious of the new girl’s talents.
“I. I’ve never done this before.” Baby Doll bites her lip and looks around the room. “I don’t think I can do this.” Gorski purses her lips. Baby Doll looks so small standing alone in the middle of the floor. It’s obvious the girl doesn’t know where to start. She needs a prop. Gorski marches to the side of the room and garbs a chair. The chair legs scrap loudly as she drags it to the center of the room.
“Emily baby, sit,” Gorski says. Emily glances nervously at her friends before obeying the command. The tall girl sits in the chair, directly in front of Baby Doll. Gorski circles around the two girls. She stops behind Baby Doll and bends down to her ear. “Forget about everything else in the room. There is just you and you alone. You have the power to make her, to make anyone, bend to your command. They will bend, and enjoy it.” With that, Gorski strolls to the speaker box and flips a switch with a loud click. The music crackles to life. A single teardrop rolls down Baby Doll’s cheek and lands on Emily’s fishnet covered thigh. Emily reaches up and takes Baby Doll’s hand.
“You can do this,” Emily mouths silently. Looking her in the eyes, Emily nods assuring and gently pulls Baby Doll between her parted knees.
She won’t admit it, but Santana’s definitely intrigued by Baby Doll. Santana crosses her arms and intensifies her scowl when Baby Doll’s hips start swaying in a particularly appealing, arousing, motion. Baby Doll reaches out and places a hand on Emily’s shoulder for support as she leans in close.
Quinn notices the correlation between Santana’s increased discomfort and Baby Doll’s movements. Quinn uncrosses her own arms and wraps them around Santana’s waist from behind. She rests her chin on the shorter girl’s shoulder and squeezes until Santana’s body relaxes. Quinn reaches up from her waist and cover’s Santana’s hands with her own. Quinn waits patiently until Santana gives in and allows her to uncross her arms.
“Obvious much?” Quinn whispers into Santana’s ear. Quinn looks up when Santana fails to answer. Her jaw drops as the dance unfolds.
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Baby Doll yanks hard on the parachute release strap and drops to the ground. She rolls forward and out from under her still falling chute. A pristine white shoe steps into view. Baby Doll quickly looks up, startled by the figure. As soon as she stands, the figure shoves an intricately engraved Katana and Colt .45 M1911A1 pistol into her hands. It takes Baby Doll a moment to realize the figure is a short haired, older woman in a red sergeant’s uniform. S. Sylvester is embroidered on her sleeve. The woman squints at Baby Doll before slapping a shoulder holster into her chest.
“Well are you going to stare at me the whole day? Or are you going to find the rest of your team so you can rescue your sorry excuse of a bombardier?” Sylvester snaps. With that, the woman in red turns on her heels and starts marching away into the forest. As the sun sets in the distance, the bare trees start casting strange shadows on the leaf covered floor. Baby Doll shrugs the leather holster on and tightens the strap. The pistol fits perfectly.
“Baby!” a voice screams from above. Baby Doll’s head snaps up as a black arrow with green and pink feathers shoots by her face, millimeters over the smooth of her right cheek. It sinks into the chest of the enemy soldier crouched behind Baby Doll. The force of the arrow pushes the man back several feet.
Twenty yards up in the air, a tattered parachute whistles as air rips through bullet holes in the material. Emily is falling rapidly towards the ground. A matte black compound bow fitted with sights is clutched in one hand. Her other hand quickly fits another arrow and fires. The second arrow sinks into the fallen soldier’s skull. Emily barely has time to yank on her release strap with her free hand before hitting the ground. She throws herself into a rough forward roll and skids to a stop besides Baby Doll.
“Thanks,” Baby Doll smiles. She offers Emily a hand and pulls her savior to her feet.
“What would you do without me?” Emily smirks as Baby Doll reaches out starts brushing dirt off her shoulders for her. Both girls flinch when another enemy soldier leaps out from behind a tree. Before either girl can react, a garroted wire flips out from behind his head. A graceful pair of hands yank swiftly on the handles of the wire. The soldier’s helmeted head drops to the ground as a mist of blood sprays into the air. Suddenly Emily and Baby Doll find themselves looking into Quinn’s eyes.
“Girls, are we done playing around here?” Quinn asks. She push kicks the twitching corpse away with disgust. With a flick of her wrist, the blood flies off the wire. She tucks the wire into a small pocket at her waist and leaves a handle accessible. Quinn draws the silenced G 36C rifle from her back and checks the chamber and magazine before reloading.
“Where are Santana and Hanna?” Emily asks. She watches Quinn inspect the cylinder of her shot shell loaded Taurus revolver before holstering it at the small of her back. Emily draws her own Glock 18 and checks the high capacity mag.
“I was about to ask you the same thing…saw Tanna’s chute land near you earlier.” Quinn scans the woods around them. She holds a finger up to her lips. All three girls crouch quietly. Emily silently notches and draws an arrow. Baby Doll tightens her grip on her sword and listens to the wind blowing through bare branches.
Alex Russo is a naughty trouble maker...I wonder what's she going to do next in Chapter 2...
But seriously, is anyone even reading this? Should I continue?
Set in Sucker Punch universe. Quinn, Santana, Emily, Hanna are all part of Blue's harem. Their world is rocked with the appearance of the newcomer Baby Doll. Femslash.
Rated Mature for violence, language and sexuality-yum!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and this work is not for profit. The beginning of the story will mirror certain themes, scenes and elements from Zack Snyder’s Sucker Punch.
Baby Doll shudders as the rusty mesh gate slams behind her. Blue, the head orderly’s hand tightens on her shoulder as they start walking into the converted theater cum therapy space.
“Jesus! Someone get her down please!” Blue yells when a young girl-even younger than Baby Doll- leaps onto the table nearest them. “Alex, come on sweetie, don’t you want lunch?” Both Blue and Baby Doll flinch when Alex reaches into her waistband at the small of her back. Alex grins at Baby Doll.
“I’m a wizard you know,” Alex whispers loudly. Suddenly she brandishes a long, stale bread stick from her waistband and whips it about like a wand. “Casmerus Disappearuss!” Alex cackles loudly in Baby Dolls’ face before two orderlies appear at her side. The raucous laughter stops when one of the men places a hand on Alex’s arm. Her eyes grow dark and her tangled brown hair whips around as she glares at the man touching her. “No need to be friendly, amigo,” Alex sighs after a moment. She snaps the bread stick in half with one hand and crumbles the pieces onto the front of the orderly’s stained white smock. “And I’ll be seeing you later,” Alex coos at Baby Doll before allowing the men to carry her across the room to an empty table.
“Lucky you. Already making friends,” Blue whispers in Baby Doll’s ear. Baby Doll fights the urge to recoil, as he deliberately sniffs her neck.
Across the room, a group of girls, two blondes and two brunettes, sit around a table. Although all four girls are holding playing cards, Baby Doll can feel their eyes burning into the side of her head.
The first night is the hardest. Sleep only comes to Baby Doll when the night sky starts graying.
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“Santana, sweetheart, you have to meet our new friend,” Blue curls a finger at the corseted young woman standing at the end of the stage. “I need you to show her around, can you do that for me darling?” A portly priest stands behind Blue, leering at Baby Doll.
“Go fuck yourself Blue,” Santana calls out in a sing-song voice before spinning around to walk back towards the lavishly furnished bed in the center of the stage. With each click of her heels on the stage floor, Blue’s face grows redder.
Santana rests a fish net clad knee on the foot of the bed. The blonde on the bed rolls her eyes before crawling over to Santana, who turns and offers her back. “Thanks Hanna,” Santana says as her friend unlaces and re-laces her crooked corset.
Blue’s eyes narrow into splinters. Being subjugated by a singing whore in front of the new girl was not on Blue’s list today. His grip on Baby Doll’s shoulder tightens and she can hear him inhale harshly.
But Santana knows her pimp well and she calls out over her shoulder. “Unless you want to put Rachel back on the bill tonight, I need to rehearse.” Blue sucks in a breath. He thinks about the crazed Diva locked in her private suite, high on opium. He doesn’t want to go there for at least another three days. Her last out burst cost him a potential customer in the form of a decadent Cuban tobacco smuggler. If he sees her now, he’ll leave enough bruises to put her out of work for at least another two weeks. His temper continues to boil. Santana pulls out a nail file and starts buffing her nails. “But Hanna doesn’t dance tonight,” Santana says without looking up. Hanna scowls and jerks roughly on Santana’s corset ribbon. The nail file pauses and a perfectly sculpted eyebrow arches at Hanna. Hanna sighs and finishes tying the corset ribbon.
“Hanna honey.” Blue swallows his anger at Santana’s impudence and pulls on his charming smile as Hanna strolls over to them. Hanna takes Blue’s outstretched hand. She glances at the leering priest and shudders internally. “This is Baby Doll. Make sure she gets the full tour,” Blue says. He kisses the back of Hanna’s hand before turning it palm up. “The High Roller’s coming next in three weeks and he wants to have something…new.” He strokes her palm with his thumb and lets his gaze linger a moment longer before placing Baby Doll’s hand in it. “I trust you’ll make sure the other girls play nice…and that you’ll keep her flower untouched.” Blue says with a smirk.
“Goodbye my child,” the priest says. He leans in to embrace Baby Doll. Baby Doll’s heel of her palm shoots out and slams into his fat face. “Mother fucker!” The priest reels backwards with a thick hand clutched to his face. Blood drips from between his bratwurst fingers.
“Come on,” Hanna says, barely containing her laughter as she yanks on Baby Doll’s hand. She drags the girl into a quiet hallway away from the bellowing man. “That was amazing, but you can’t do that anymore. If you piss off a customer, Blue will-” Hanna pauses when she realizes the girl holding her hand is tearing up. Hanna sighs and pulls an unmarked door open. She walks Baby Doll into the linen closet and sits down with her in the dark room. “Look, Baby. I know things seem like they’re never going to be right again…and maybe they won’t, but you’ll see that it’s not so bad here.” Baby Doll finally meets her eyes.
“Thank you,” Baby Doll says quietly. Hanna squeezes Baby Doll’s hand gently and smiles when she feels the pressure returned. Baby Doll sniffles softly as Hanna wipes the tears from her eyes with a clean corner of a bed sheet.
“Ready for the grand tour?”
They make good time. Hanna whisks her through the janitorial supplies closet, kitchen, laundry room, showers, dorms and mess hall in less than hour.
“I’ll show you around the theater and uh, VIP entertaining rooms before the show tonight,” Hanna says as they approach the rehearsal studio. She inhales deeply and readies herself for the harsh reactions from the other girls before pushing through the double doors.
“I wonder how old she is. That poor girl can’t be legal yet,” Emily says as she stretches with a hand on the barre. Quinn sees Emily’s brow furrow in concern.
“Like any of us were legal when we got here,” Quinn scoffs.
“You all act like they want us to be legal.” Santana rolls her eyes as she finds herself a spot at the barre behind Emily. “Russo is years away from legal. Ever wonder why her waitlist is so long?” Santana smirks as Emily bends forward at the waist and touches a palm to the worn wooden floor. “Em, have you been eating your Wheaties?” Emily’s cheeks flush as a warm hand rests on her ass. Santana squeezes Emily through the sheer hose. As Emily steadily rises back to a standing position, Santana guides her through the motion with a hand on her lower back. Santana’s chin appears on her shoulder. “Your form is looking…flawless,” Santana breathes into Emily’s neck. The taller girl blushes profusely as the singer’s body presses into her back.
“Santana!” Hanna calls out from across the room, jolting the two girls apart. Santana scowls at the interruption. “This is Baby Doll. Baby, this is Emily, Quinn and Santana.”
“Hi,” Baby Doll says timidly under the glares of Quinn and Santana.
“Hi, Baby. It’s nice to meet you,” Emily says with a genuine smile. She wraps Baby Doll up in a hug before any of the other girls can react. Both Quinn and Santana stare at Emily and her display of affection with disgust.
“Oh come on bitches. Stop being such bitches,” Hanna says. “Oh relax Tanny, it’s not like she’s going to get into Emily’s bed before you do,” Hanna hisses under her breath. Suddenly a door slams open. Santana, Quinn and Hanna watch as Russo stumbles into the room. The young girl makes a beeline towards Emily. Russo points at Baby Doll and grimaces apologetically.
“Sorry new girl. I just broke the spare bed trying out a new move,” Russo says. She points at her blood slicked right forearm and shrugs. Both Baby Doll and Emily lean backwards as the alcohol fumes roll off Russo in waves. “Em, can you tell Gorski I’m spending the night in the infirmary?” Russo says before wheeling around and heading right back out the door.
“Don’t worry, you can sleep in my bed,” Emily says to Baby Doll as Russo disappears noisily down the hall.
“Fucking A!” Santana snaps. She can’t believe the new doe eyed girl has accomplished what she’s been whole-heartedly attempting for almost half a year within two minutes of meeting Emily.
“Where are you going?” Emily asks as her friend stomps noisily across the wood in her heels.
“To rehearse my song!” Santana snaps without looking at Emily.
“What happened?” Emily asks Quinn.
“Oh. You know. Santana doesn’t always handle competition that well,” Quinn says coolly. Hanna elbows Quinn in the side. Quinn rolls her eyes and forces herself to switch gears painstakingly. Quinn’s not a nice girl per say. Another blonde in the harem isn’t something she’s been hoping for. But, Hanna seems to want the girl to fit in, so Quinn will push her own shit aside at this very moment and just try. There’s something so innocent and fragile about the girl that even Quinn can’t bring herself to glare a second longer-it doesn’t mean she’ll smile though. “So are you singing or dancing? Or both?” Quinn asks Baby Doll.
“Sing? I can’t sing,” Baby Doll says, confused.
“So you’re dancing then…” Quinn says as she sizes up the younger girl. “Well you certainly have the body,” Quinn smirks.
The loud tap of a wooden stick on the ground pulls the girls out of their conversation. Madame Gorski is standing in the doorway, blocking Santana off.
“Ladies, I know you haven’t forgotten that we’re going on stage in less than 5 hours and your routine is rougher than our lovely cook’s heels. Quickly, now positions!” Madame Gorski’s voice fills the rehearsal hall as she sweeps into the room. “Quinn. You and Santana are finally going sweep them off their feet with your song tonight,” Gorski says.
“Thank you,” Quinn says.
“You’re velcome, now go!” Gorski says, her smile dropping instantly as she turns to face Emily and Hanna. “Where are Brittany and Spencer?” Gorski notices Baby Doll standing silently behind the older girls.
“This is Baby Doll, she’s ne-” Hanna starts before Gorski cuts her off.
“Ah, yes. Welcome darling.” Gorski’s eyes sweep over the new girl. “You will dance, no?”
Before Baby Doll can react, she’s standing in the middle of the dance floor. All eyes are on her. Even Santana and Quinn have delayed their departure to the theater to watch her. Hanna watches with bated breath. She’s worried about the new girl. For some reason, she just doesn’t want to see her fail. Emily stands beside Hanna and waits patiently for Baby Doll to start. Ever the optimist, Emily is excited and curious of the new girl’s talents.
“I. I’ve never done this before.” Baby Doll bites her lip and looks around the room. “I don’t think I can do this.” Gorski purses her lips. Baby Doll looks so small standing alone in the middle of the floor. It’s obvious the girl doesn’t know where to start. She needs a prop. Gorski marches to the side of the room and garbs a chair. The chair legs scrap loudly as she drags it to the center of the room.
“Emily baby, sit,” Gorski says. Emily glances nervously at her friends before obeying the command. The tall girl sits in the chair, directly in front of Baby Doll. Gorski circles around the two girls. She stops behind Baby Doll and bends down to her ear. “Forget about everything else in the room. There is just you and you alone. You have the power to make her, to make anyone, bend to your command. They will bend, and enjoy it.” With that, Gorski strolls to the speaker box and flips a switch with a loud click. The music crackles to life. A single teardrop rolls down Baby Doll’s cheek and lands on Emily’s fishnet covered thigh. Emily reaches up and takes Baby Doll’s hand.
“You can do this,” Emily mouths silently. Looking her in the eyes, Emily nods assuring and gently pulls Baby Doll between her parted knees.
She won’t admit it, but Santana’s definitely intrigued by Baby Doll. Santana crosses her arms and intensifies her scowl when Baby Doll’s hips start swaying in a particularly appealing, arousing, motion. Baby Doll reaches out and places a hand on Emily’s shoulder for support as she leans in close.
Quinn notices the correlation between Santana’s increased discomfort and Baby Doll’s movements. Quinn uncrosses her own arms and wraps them around Santana’s waist from behind. She rests her chin on the shorter girl’s shoulder and squeezes until Santana’s body relaxes. Quinn reaches up from her waist and cover’s Santana’s hands with her own. Quinn waits patiently until Santana gives in and allows her to uncross her arms.
“Obvious much?” Quinn whispers into Santana’s ear. Quinn looks up when Santana fails to answer. Her jaw drops as the dance unfolds.
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Baby Doll yanks hard on the parachute release strap and drops to the ground. She rolls forward and out from under her still falling chute. A pristine white shoe steps into view. Baby Doll quickly looks up, startled by the figure. As soon as she stands, the figure shoves an intricately engraved Katana and Colt .45 M1911A1 pistol into her hands. It takes Baby Doll a moment to realize the figure is a short haired, older woman in a red sergeant’s uniform. S. Sylvester is embroidered on her sleeve. The woman squints at Baby Doll before slapping a shoulder holster into her chest.
“Well are you going to stare at me the whole day? Or are you going to find the rest of your team so you can rescue your sorry excuse of a bombardier?” Sylvester snaps. With that, the woman in red turns on her heels and starts marching away into the forest. As the sun sets in the distance, the bare trees start casting strange shadows on the leaf covered floor. Baby Doll shrugs the leather holster on and tightens the strap. The pistol fits perfectly.
“Baby!” a voice screams from above. Baby Doll’s head snaps up as a black arrow with green and pink feathers shoots by her face, millimeters over the smooth of her right cheek. It sinks into the chest of the enemy soldier crouched behind Baby Doll. The force of the arrow pushes the man back several feet.
Twenty yards up in the air, a tattered parachute whistles as air rips through bullet holes in the material. Emily is falling rapidly towards the ground. A matte black compound bow fitted with sights is clutched in one hand. Her other hand quickly fits another arrow and fires. The second arrow sinks into the fallen soldier’s skull. Emily barely has time to yank on her release strap with her free hand before hitting the ground. She throws herself into a rough forward roll and skids to a stop besides Baby Doll.
“Thanks,” Baby Doll smiles. She offers Emily a hand and pulls her savior to her feet.
“What would you do without me?” Emily smirks as Baby Doll reaches out starts brushing dirt off her shoulders for her. Both girls flinch when another enemy soldier leaps out from behind a tree. Before either girl can react, a garroted wire flips out from behind his head. A graceful pair of hands yank swiftly on the handles of the wire. The soldier’s helmeted head drops to the ground as a mist of blood sprays into the air. Suddenly Emily and Baby Doll find themselves looking into Quinn’s eyes.
“Girls, are we done playing around here?” Quinn asks. She push kicks the twitching corpse away with disgust. With a flick of her wrist, the blood flies off the wire. She tucks the wire into a small pocket at her waist and leaves a handle accessible. Quinn draws the silenced G 36C rifle from her back and checks the chamber and magazine before reloading.
“Where are Santana and Hanna?” Emily asks. She watches Quinn inspect the cylinder of her shot shell loaded Taurus revolver before holstering it at the small of her back. Emily draws her own Glock 18 and checks the high capacity mag.
“I was about to ask you the same thing…saw Tanna’s chute land near you earlier.” Quinn scans the woods around them. She holds a finger up to her lips. All three girls crouch quietly. Emily silently notches and draws an arrow. Baby Doll tightens her grip on her sword and listens to the wind blowing through bare branches.
Alex Russo is a naughty trouble maker...I wonder what's she going to do next in Chapter 2...
But seriously, is anyone even reading this? Should I continue?