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Please note: sister Mary Eunice is NOT possessed in this chapter.

Nun the wiser
Screams. Briarcliff held hostage to a wide variation of terror-ridden sounds. Their voices ranged from high to low, depending on age, sex and how frazzled your brain was. You can judge how sane a person is by their screams. For example, Lana Winters. If one read between the lines of her screams, one would discover a fairly young woman, desperate for success. Which made sense, after a life time of hiding away, when you discover the power of exposure- one wants to make sure the right things are revealed. Lana's screams were fairly new to Briarcliff. Having been hospitalised there for little more than a week, both inmates and staff were slowly but surely adapting to her high pitched noises of horror. She lay in her bed after hearing one of the sisters walk past without a second glance.
They're barbaric, she thought to herself. What human can walk past another without a desire to help? Lana sighed. Her throat was burning, complaining from lack of water. She reprimanded herself, after all, it was her own fault. She should've known better than to cry out. No-one would help her anyway.

Sister Mary Eunice was just finishing her nightly rounds. The lantern she held in her grasp did a good job of highlighting her features. The girl simply defined pure, her wispy blonde hair tucked under her coif, only allowing her bangs to frame her porcelain face. Her cheek bones cut into her face, and the candlelight contoured her features kindly. Pale, unaltered lips were slightly chapped, and her glistening blue eyes were captivating. Simply, sister Mary Eunice didn't truly realise how pretty she was. The black habit trailed lightly over her ankles. The crucifix hit against her chest with each step as she inspected each room of the woman's ward.

This was a nightly routine. The nun was accustomed to the inmates desperate pleas for freedom, family or any kind of contact. Mary Eunice felt a sense of pity for the patients, and sometimes a longing to reach out for them- especially ones like pepper. However, she knew it was forbidden, and her God forbid sister Jude found out. Even the thought scared her. Walking down the corridor, she eventually reached the end of the hall and looked in the final, lonesome cell.

Lana was crying. Silently. Everyone knows that everyone cries- especially in Briarcliff. However, Lana's crying was different. It wasn't mentally forced, or sounding. Often, people cry because they want attention, either they're hurt or afraid- that was normally the case at Briarcliff- but Lana was crying simply because she couldn't stop; Sat, curled on the floor in silent pain. Mary Eunice's compassionate nature taking over her sanity, she knocked on the cell door.
"Miss Winters are you alright in there?" She immediately regretted her words. Of course she wasn't alright! Mary Eunice closed her eyes and sighed at her own stupidity.
"Alright? Alright?! No I'm not 'alright'! I want to go home. Back to Wendy." Lana shouted from inside.
Sister Mary Eunice jumped at Lana's aggressive tone. She tutted to herself and quickly let herself in to Lana's assigned cell. Now's your time to show sister Jude you can be tough, Mary Eunice thought to herself.
"Miss Winters, you're going to have to go to bed now. There are strict rules in place, which need to be applied," Mary Eunice said sternly, walking over to the bed and throwing back the scratchy covers as an invitation for the reporter to get it.
"I'm not tired," Lana said quietly. "I'm not even meant to be here, it's just my bad luck," Sister Mary Eunice furrowed her brow. She was certain Lana was correctly put into Briarcliff. She distinctly remembered the conversation she had had with Sister Jude about Lana's condition when she first was hospitalised.

"Why is she here, sister Jude? I thought she was reporting on our bakery?" Mary Eunice had asked.
"So did I sweet child. Although all she wanted was a scoop on our dearest bloody face," sister Jude's tone was tired, hoarse.
"No! What's her condition to be a patient though? I thought she seemed mentally well, I saw no prob-"
"-Miss Winters is a sinner, sister. 'Man shall not lie with Man' the same goes for women, you know that," sister Jude told Mary Eunice.
"I'm sorry sister Jude, I had no idea..."
"You run along now, I'm sure Dr. Arden will want you for one thing or another," A dismissal.
"Yes sister Jude,"

"I- I'm sure you are, sister Jude-"
"Sister Jude's a liar," Lana spat, "and she'll do anything to save herself. Sister Mary Eunice saw the weariness in Lana's eyes. Her heart melted, and she had no idea as to why she was feeling this way towards an inmate. There were many she has felt sorry for before, but this was a different feeling. Sister Mary Eunice walked over to the reporter and crouched down to her level.
"Are you lonely?" She asked quietly. Lana nodded solemnly.
Sister Mary Eunice smiled sadly, "so am I"
Lana looked confused for a minute, and then realisation dawned in. The reporter's eyes met the nun's in a mutual understanding. Of course she's lonely Lana thought, everyone's lonely in this hell-hole.
Sister Mary Eunice shook her head out of the daze.
"Right! Come on now, bed!"
Lana smiled and obeyed her. As she got into the cold bed, the nun started to walk away. Quickly, Lana grabbed the sister's soft hands, causing her to turn abruptly.
"Stay," Lana whispered. It was a beg. Sister Mary Eunice sighed.
"Fine, but only for a few minutes- I have to complete my rounds,"
Lana nodded and moved over so the blonde could sit with her. Reluctantly, Mary Eunice sat beside her. Sensing her apprehension, Lana laughed tiredly.
"Do you think I'm going to try it on with you?" She asked. Mary Eunice looked at her, the close proximity was certainly making her blush. She shook her head.
"No, you're already with a woman?" She said, it was more of a question than a statement.
"Wendy, I love her"
"You can never love people as much as you can miss them,"

Suddenly, Lana leaned forward and delicately pressed her lips on Mary Eunice's. The nun let out a gasp, before hesitantly returning the kiss. After a few moments, Mary Eunice broke their lips apart. /div
"I shouldn't have done that," she whispered with heavy breaths.
"Why not?"
"It's a sin,"
"Did you enjoy it?"
Sister Mary Eunice hurriedly rose from the bed and paced towards the door. Opening it, she bid goodnight to Lana and left her alone once more in the darkness, and then the screams began once more.