AHS Asylum

Since there's a trend of full-fledged rewrites of franchise stories as novellas, I hope to present my take on the 'Asylum' season of American Horror Story. I'll be digging into the overall canonicity of the series for each character involved in the season and how they fit into the story (but who am I kidding, most of you already know about that). So without further ado, let's get started!

Disclaimer: I do not own American Horror Story or any of its characters and settings. They are the ideas of Ryan Murphy and Brad Falchuk.

Chapter 1: Prologue

American Horror Story: Asylum

Starring:

Zachary Quinto as- Dr Oliver Thredson

Sarah Paulson as- Lana Winters

Evan Peters as- Kit Walker

Lizzie Brochere as- Grace Bertrand

Chloe Sevingy as- Shelly

Lily Rabe as- Sister Mary Eunice

Naomi Campbell as- Pepper

Joseph Fiennes as- Monsignor Timothy Howard

James Cromwell as- Dr. Arthur Arden/Hans Gruber

and Jessica Lange as- Sister Jude

A Forest in Massachusetts, 2012

"C'mon, baby, just look sexy for me," one man called out to his wife, as he gripped a digital camera in his hands for pictures. Around the forest where they were walking however, there were remnants of discarded items trapped within the gnarled metal fence frozen in time.

"Stop fooling around, Leo!" the woman chastised the man as she stepped forward to the steps of the building ahead.

"You know I'm kidding!" Leo laughed. "You always look sexy. I'm so happy that I married you, Teresa." *click* *click*

Ahead of the two tourists was the abandoned site of Briarcliff Manor; a once proud institution regarded for hospitalizing and treating the criminally insane, now a relic scrawled with graffiti and splintered wood at its doorstep.

"What do you think is in there?" Leo asked.

"Maybe if you stop taking pictures and come inside, we'll find out," Teresa sighed bemusedly. "Unless you want me to leave your sorry ass."

"Admit it though," Leo smirked. "I'm the best guy you've ever had."

"Actually, there was one guy..." Teresa joked as Leo finished taking pictures and scooped his bride up in his arms.

"Well, this is it," Leo remarked. "The last stop on our haunted honeymoon tour." The two lovebirds then dashed inside the building, finding tarps and debris scattered all over the place.

"It says here that in 1908, Briarcliff Manor was founded as the largest tuberculosis study ward on the East Coast," Teresa read as she studied the details of the building's history from her iPhone. "Thousands of people died in this very place. They shuttled the bodies in an underground tunnel called the 'Death Chute'." With a devious smirk, Teresa turned towards Leo and suggested "We should totally do it in the Death Chute."

"Oh, you are so demented; that's what I love about you," Leo chuckled as the two continued on, walking past the abandoned cells of patients that made their home in the building. "We've got an hour before sunset, let's make this visit quick."

"What are we gonna tell our kids about the honeymoon anyway?" Teresa questioned.

"The truth, of course," Leo replied. "That we went to the most haunted places in America and fucked our brains out in every single one."

"Anyway," Teresa continued. "In 1962, the Catholic Church bought the building and turned it into a sanitarium for the criminally insane. Mass murderers, rapists, freakish riffraff... if you can think it, odds are they housed it at some point. Legend has it once you were commited, you never got out. Their most famous resident was a serial killer named-"

"Bloody Face!" Leo finished.

As Teresa explored around the womens' ward, she came across a shattered statue of the Virgin Mary. Smeared in now chalky lipstick residue, and lying in broken pieces of plaster, it was a sorry sight to behold. Her attention was then diverted as Leo called her over to a treatment room where she was strapped down for some sexual roleplay.

"I'm sick, doctor," Teresa whispered seductively. "Can you help me?"

"I'm afraid it's too late," Leo responded, playing along. "You seems to have a very bad case of morbid erotimania."

"Oh, goodness!" Teresa giggled.

"There's only one cure..." Leo stated as he undressed, ready to come.

"Then give it to me, Doc!" Teresa yelled, as she submitted to him, already preparing to orgasm. The foreplay was broken as a loud banging noise echoed through the halls. "What was that?" she asked.

"Dunno. Let's check it out," Leo suggested as the two set out to investigate, coming across a metal door with paint chipping off the exterior.

"Maybe it's Bloody Face..." Teresa wondered out loud, staggering across the asylum floor, grasping a flashlight in hand.

"-Or just old pipes." Leo pointed out, as he reached his arm through the miniscule mail slot, shining a light through the darkness on the other side. "I don't see any-" Leo began before he flinched as his arm was pulled through, causing Teresa to recoil in horror. However, it was merely a joke, as then yanked his arm back out, laughing at Teresa's dumbfounded expression. "I got you, didn't I?"

"Y-you prick!" Teresa responded in a mix of humor and exasperated anger.

"Speaking of, my lady, where were we?" Leo asked.

"No, I still want to know what's in there!" Teresa said, still curious about whatever the source was. "If you do it again, I'll make it up to you," she added, encouraging Leo's pervacious side to continue investigating. Pulling out an iPhone, he shone its light into the inky black space, finding nothing of interest- until a blurred figure dashed up and savagely yanked at his arm.

"The hell?" Leo remarked. "Okay, joke's over. You can let go now." The figure on the other side evidently didn't hear his plea, or if it did, it had no desire to fulfill his request. Instead, it violently ravaged at his arm, tearing its ligaments free from his body. "Get off me!" he yelled as the limb came loose and he collapsed from physical shock caused by blood loss. Before he blacked out, the last thing he heard was his wife's shrill scream of horror.

Terrified for her husband, she then ran away from the door and whatever had just assaulted her lover into the corridors she came from, the only sound she could hear besides her racing heartbeat was the pattering of her footsteps against the concrete floor. Her hopes for getting medical attention for her husband quickly fell short as she discovered a shadowy presence in the hallway. Shining a light at the figure, it was revealed to be none other than Bloody Face himself, drenched in the blood of slaughtered victims, garbed in a mask sewn together from human flesh. Terrified, the woman then fled back to the direction from where she came from moments prior, stopping back at her husband's recovering body.

"Leo! Honey, don't die on me!" she thought frantically to herself, relieved as her husband finally came to, coughing and sputtering on blood. "Honey, don't worry. I'm going to call an ambulance for you; you're going to be okay," she tried to assure him.

"Can you- can you promise me one thing?" Leo weakly asked.

"Yes, baby."

"Make sure that son of a bitch gets what's coming to him." Leo requested, only a minute before the Bloody Face killer finally caught up to them. Paralyzed with fear, Teresa quickly hid inside the empty room behind the door, not wanting to be caught by the sadistic killer, and peered through the mail slit as she watched Bloody Face pull out a knife and viciously stab Leo in the chest. *thnk!* *thnk!*

Screaming in a panic, Teresa ended up giving away her location as Bloody Face turned toward the door, and banged his fists against the cold surface. Curling into a ball, Teresa whimpered in terror as the monster slammed his fists against the door and then proceeded to jiggle the door handle. Regaining her composure, Teresa then grabbed a crowbar that rested closeby and opened the door with a mighty swing to the back of the killer's head.

"Die! Die, you sick bastard!" she screamed as she took the killer's knife and thrusted it through Bloody Face's chest. Eventually, the killer stirred weakly with a death gurgle rumbling from his throat, until he died asphyxiating on his own blood. Remembering her husband's plight, she then knelt down to guide Leo through the empty hallways and out back towards civilization as she pulled out her phone and swiftly dialed 911.

"Hello, this is 9-1-1 services, what's your emergency?" the responder on the other end questioned, only to have their question unanswered as another Bloody Face stepped out from the shadows and shot Leo and Teresa dead in their tracks. "I heard gunshots, where are you? Hello?" the responder asked in concern as the killer pulled off his mask, revealing himself as a copycat killer.

"Shut up, lady!" the young man answered as he shut off the line, and gestured to his associates to come out and observe their prey. "Did you guys see that?! They just fell like a sack of potatoes!"

"This isn't funny, Joey!" the other man pointed out angrily. "This shit went way too far this time."

"It went as far as it could go, Cooper." Joey responded. "Now don't you go and pussy out on me!"

"Wait, look." the third man in the group, named Devon, remarked as he pointed to Leo's bloodied stub. "Some guy took the poor bastard's arm off." The two associates then turned over to Joey, who stared back dumbfounded.

"Don't look at me, I didn't do that!" Joey replied in a flustered manner.

"Then who do you think did do it then?" Devon snapped, before the group's attention was diverted towards a newcomer: a fourth Bloody Face.

"Who are you, man?" Cooper questioned before the killer sprinted towards the group and quickly stabbed the young man in the jugular, his blood drizzling out from the puncture like a ruptured garden hose as he fell to the ground lifeless.

"Jesus Christ!" Devon gasped, as he fumbled for Cooper's gun in a futile attempt to incapacitate the killer. "What do you want from us? Who the fuck are you?!" Silently, the killer then proceeded to knock the gun out of the boy's hand and grab in a chokehold by the throat. After the young man, stopped moving Bloody Face turned towards the remaining person in the room.

"W-why would you do this?" Joey asked, crying in fear for his own life. The figure blinked at the young man before gruffly speaking.

"There's only one worthy of carrying the name Bloody Face, and I'm here to finish- what my father started." Then in a bout of anger, the killer took his knife and sliced clear through Joey's head, one word coming from his tortured mind as he finished the faker off. A name: the name of the one person who he despised above all others.

"LANA!"

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