Hi everybody! So, I just rewatched Asylum, which rekindled my love for Bananun. So, I'm writing this fanfic. However, I have another going at the same time on top of school and work, so this won't be updated very quickly. I promise I will not abandon either of these fanfics, so I really hope you guys read this (and like it!).
Also, I just watched the premier of Hotel and I think a bit of me died because I missed AHS sooooo much.
Alright, I know I'm not as cool as the story, so…
Fair warning, though. There will be smut. Because I feel like it. ;)
Chapter One
Lana sat in the wooden chair, looking at Sister Jude as she thumbed through a thin file. The old nun licked her finger and flipped a page over, ran a finger over a couple of paragraphs. Huffing in frustration, she slapped the manila folder shut, snapping Lana from her thoughts.
"Well, Ms. Winters, I can't seem to find your medication files." Jude's eyes narrowed as she stood. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips and she walked to the front of her desk, leaning against it. "Do you know where they may have gone?"
"No, Sister, I don't. Didn't even know what my file looked like," Lana said, leaning over in her seat, eyeing the folder. Jude slid over, blocking the inmate's view of her desk.
"Oh? Dr. Thredson hasn't shown it to you? I know you two are planning something. Nothing gets past me, Ms. Winters. I'll find that document, Miss Lana Banana."
"I have no doubt." Lana clenched her jaw and stared up at Jude with defiant, dark eyes. "May I go now?"
"Yeah, yeah," Jude turned, walking back to her chair and waved her hand in dismissal. Lana shot up from her chair and strode to the door, opening it, and then shut it behind her. She took a deep breath and turned to descend the steps to return to the Day Room, but walked directly into Sister Mary Eunice.
"Oh! Miss Winters, just the woman I was looking for," she said shyly, adjusting her habit.
"I feel so popular today," Lana muttered, then turned her gaze to the taller woman and offered a forced smile.
"Come with me—I need you in kitchen duty this evening. One of the other inmates had an accident…" Sister Mary Eunice shuddered, recalling the vision of the "Mexican" slipping with her knife and chopping off the tip of her middle finger. She inhaled sharply and turned to Lana again, smiling softly. "Come now; follow me."
The two wove their way through the darkened halls, Lana listening to the shouts coming from those who were being punished in solitary confinement. She looked to Sister Mary Eunice, who was in deep concentration. Probably blocking out the screams, Lana thought. How on earth did she find herself in a place like this? She'd be better off in a convent, or a hospital for children—not an asylum. Especially not Briarcliff.
"Miss Winters, I need you to get to the chopping board, but no dilly-dallying. Sister Jude needs early supper for early lockdown. But be careful, we don't need another mishap today." The young nun led her to her specified station and rested a hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Sister," Lana said impulsively. Sister Mary Eunice raised a brow. "Sister, why are you in this place?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"You belong in a nicer position. Maybe at a children's hospital; not here."
"Oh," she gave an understanding, close-lipped smile. "Well, Sister Jude saved me. She took me under her wing and I just followed her here. You know, she is a very kind woman, Miss Winters. Stern, but kind."
Lana studied the nun's face. She was pretty, but there wasn't much to go by. Lana knew she was blond. She had blue eyes and was pale, but her garb hid most everything else. She appreciated mystery, but as a journalist, she was curious about this little nun—not just about her physique, but her history. Her personality. Finally, Lana nodded and picked up the knife once Sister Mary Eunice's hand left its place on Lana's shoulder.
"Now, get chopping," she said, smiling, and left to tend to the bread dough.
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Sister Jude had ordered Sister Mary Eunice to instate early lights out that night. Sister Mary Eunice wasn't quite sure what the occasion was, but she complied, of course. She ushered the inmates from the Day Room with the help of the guards and made the rounds while Sister Jude tended to whatever was going on with that poor, sickly boy and his parents. Although she wasn't filled in on all of the details, she knew there was something important happening in one of the cells in the west wing and that no one was to intrude—or even enter the wing until it was declared safe by Sister Jude herself.
But while Sister Mary Eunice continued her rounds through the halls, the lights shattered and flickered off. She froze in the darkness until the red emergency lights glowed through the halls; chills crawled up her spine as alarms sounded. The inmates were loose. Sister Jude was busy. What do I do? Go find Sister Jude? Guards. Where are the guards?
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The last thing Sister Mary Eunice remembered that night was stopping in front of the cell where the poor, sickly boy passed. She'd been told that she'd passed out. Fell. Smacked her head on the concrete floors. But she felt… Funny. She wasn't in control of her body, of her thoughts—not that she had been previously while under Sister Jude's watch. This was different. A voice echoed through her head and when Dr. Arden came to visit her in the infirmary, the voice quieted to a whisper. It bounced through her head, burning through her veins. There was a dull ache behind her eyes and Dr. Arden's presence annoyed her. Once alone again, she sneered and threw the blankets off, bearing her long, pale legs and a small hint of cleavage.
