Escape with me.
Authors notes:
-I started writing this a while ago (like about 11 episodes into Coven in 2013) for the enjoyment of mostly me and a few friends but I have recently decided to put it online so that if anyone wanted to read it at their own leisure and get some enjoyment from it they're welcome to.
-This is a long one but it is almost finished, I'm about half way done. Sorry if there are long gaps between updates, I'm quite lazy so yeah.
Things you need to know:
-Zoe's unique magical ability (black widow) has been replaced with Telekinesis.
-Set in a modern day America where Lana failed to bring Briarcliff's ugly truths to the surface and therefore it continues as it was set up in the beginning of season 2. However sister Jude has left the asylum and sister Mary Eunice still works there and is still possessed.
Warning and disclaimers/credit:
-In no way do I own any part of American Horror Story or any of their characters. Some senesces in this Fan Fiction are exacts from the show and in no way do I own or take credit for them.
-Credit: The amazing team of writers and producers who create AHS and the characters.
-Strong/bad language through out.
Enjoy:)
Chapter 1a- Zoe
Grabbing his left hand from behind me I let out a childish giggle, he did the same. After unlocking the front door and quickly reminding him that my parents wouldn't be home for hours we wasted no more time. Me and Charlie managed to make it through the hall, kitchen, dining room and into my bedroom without taking our lips off one and others. Practically ripping the clothes off each other we undressed down our underwear. Charlie's warm hands laid me down gently on my yellow sheeted bed. I began to feel warm kisses being planted down my neck.
"Zoe, are you sure you want to do this?" Charlie asked propping himself up to look into my eyes.
I nodded now holding on to his back and hair a little tighter.
"It's just that it's your first time and the pressure of being someone's first sucks. I don't want to hurt you." He whispered already starting.
"I'll survive." I said with a withered smile.
A wave of pure panic that got bigger with every word Charlie whispered against my skin crashed over me. This was my first time. THIS WAS MY FIRST TIME. The words swirled around my head like someone was pulling the plug in a bath tube. "What if I do it wrong? What if I hurt him? What if he hurts me? What if I'm not any good and he leaves, or worse, he stays to laugh." raced around my head. I didn't even know why I was beginning to panic, I wasn't normally like this. Then I heard a familiar muffled voice.
"Zoe! Zoe, please! Are you alright?"
I looked up at the boy who was now sat up right on top of my laying body staring down at me with concern written all over his face. I realised with a chill that I was digging my finger nails into him so hard I was drawing blood. A warm crimson coloured liquid painted the tips of my fingers. "Charlie I didn't... I'm sorry." I gasped reaching out to grab his wounded arm as my panic grow inside me. The bed we was laying on started to shake violently below us. All the small trinkets and photos planted neatly around my bedroom started to vibrate with rage. The noise soon getting our full attention. Letting go of Charlie's bleeding arm which I had gently embraced with both hands, we stared at each other with wide eyes. The whole room filled with a deathly silence.
"Charlie, what was th..."
An explosion of noise erupted almost breaking my ear drums. The room was now ferociously vibrating. Charlie's grip on my shoulders tightened leaving raw red finger marks in their wake. I screamed as I felt the even bigger wave of fear and panic crash over me and swallow me up whole. In the corner of my eye I saw my large silver plated jewellery box levitate from my dresser. Desperately I turned my head to worn Charlie who was beginning to pull me close to his bare chest for comfort. It was too late. I fell back down to hit the soft bed.
The sound of the heavy silver crashing into the side of Charlie's skull is a sound I still hear ever time I close my eyes at night. The feeling of Charlie's warm thick blood hitting my stomach and covering my hands is still there.
The trial came around sooner than most trials do as my parents didn't want to drag in more attention from a lengthy trial. The final say on Charlie's death was blood loss and trauma to the brain which I was being held guilty for. I had been kept in a confined cell which I had to myself until the date of my trial. The cell was dull and dank; the one dust covered widow in the cell let in only a few rays of sunlight. I couldn't complain that much to be honest, I had was fed and clothed and even had my own toilet.
I sat up right on my spring infested bed with my legs crossed and my hands placed tightly around my knees. I was trying to rap my head around it all. How the violent shaking of my bedroom got more aggressive as I became more panicked, the jewellery box just levitated completely defying the laws of gravity and the sensation of pure power and adrenaline that coursed through my whole body starting from the tips of my toes and sprinting to the roots of my hair when it did so. Then I remembered something that made my grip strengthen and my eyes widen. When I was in either 4th or 5th grade we learnt about the Salem Witch Trials of 1878. I remember in one lesson we learnt that often the powers of a witch didn't appear to them until they were in their late teens and that their powers normally manifested themselves at inconvenient times until the young witch learned to control them. "That's bullshit. There's no way that I could be. But that would make a lot of sense. Surely my mum would of told me if I was a..w...Witch.". The door to my cell swung open with a bang hitting the concert wall behind it hard. The sudden gush of burning sun light blinded me for a second causing me to cover my eyes with my whole right arm. I saw a large muscular silhouette of a man standing in the door frame.
"Miss Benson I am here to escort you to your trial. I'm officer Luke. I'm one of the departments security patrol officers."
The officer was a tall, bald, African man who was muscular and slim at the same time. He appeared to be one of those officers who hadn't fall asleep during sensitivity training. Gathering my thoughts I slowly got up off my bed and glided to the door nervously holding the scars that handcuffs had left on my tiny wrists. I knew what I was about to attempt was idiotic and could end up with me getting worse than just time in jail but I had nothing left to loose anymore. I needed to come clean and maybe it would clear everything up. I hoped it would.
The officers grip on my hands tightened as the heavy wooden doors parted. People in the, what looked like church pews, stood up as I entered; people in the crowd had the expression of anger and hatred on their faces, but the faces that stood out most of all were mine and Charlie's parents. They didn't look anger or upset or even betrayed, they wore the look of disappointment on their faces which made me feel worse than the pure evil glares I was receiving from strangers.
"This court is formed here today to determine the sentence of Miss Zoe Benson under the charges of murdering her former boyfriend Charlie Taylor. Miss Benson how do you pled?"
"Not guilty." I hissed with more anger in my voice than I had intended.
"Can you present any evidence to the court that proves you are not guilty?"
"I'm a Witch." My voice cracking with embracement as I blurted it out before I had time to get all chicken shit about it.
"You're a what." The judge said joining in on the patchy waves of laughter flowing through out the court room.
"A Witch. I can prove it to." I closed my eyes, placed my chin on my neck and raised my hands above shoulder height. The court room feel silent in anticipation. I let the feeling of power run all over my body and then mentally I pulled the lamp which was placed on the judges desk into my hand. I opened my eyes when I heard fits of laughter come from behind me. "Shit." I mumbled under my breath. Small tears pierced the back of my eyes.
"Order in court. After getting the jury's verdict I have come to the conclusion that Miss Zoe Benson is not in the right mental state to serve a prison sentence. Due to lack of evidence Miss Benson will be sent to BriarCliff: Home for the Criminally Insane until she has been professionally evaluated and proven to no longer be, what I believe is a danger to society. Treatment there will take place immediately. However you may have the freedom to be escorted home to collect some of your personal belongings."
And that was it. I felt a twist in my stomach and a lump in my throat as my fate was sealed with the smack of a wooden hammer. I was pushed, to my surprise more gently this time through the wooden doors and straight into a large black van with black tinted windows which stood still outside the court house doors. Officer Luke with an expression of sadness swung himself into the drivers chair and pushed the keys into the ignition.
