Guess who finally watched Season 2 of American Horror Story? This girl!And guess who based this story off of that show, THIS GIRL! Lets hope I finally finish something I start! lol anyway, enjoy guys!

AU: No one has superpowers, the only realtion to the show is that the three are sisters, and all the names that are used.

Excited murmurs filled the break room with whispers of a new patient. One that has proved to be enough to get a conversation going. Most people in here hated each other, and it was a surprise to see them even exchanging glances. I, on the other hand, decided against becoming involved in the affair and sipped silently on my tea, as I watched the staff continue to talk.

My fingers drummed lightly on the outer rim of the tea cup as I waited for break to be over. I loved my job, most people would consider working in one of the most infamous criminally insane asylum to be a negative, especially for someone as positive as me, but I honestly do love it.

"Blondie!" Called a small breathless brunette from the doorway. It wasn't until I saw her that I realized that I was alone in the room. "Blondie! He's here!"

I barley had time to put down my tea before she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the dark hallways. We were the only ones in the halls for a couple of minutes, until the crowd of employees began to fill the halls. Robin, the brunette, cursed under her breath and began to push her way through the crowd and past the giant metal doors, finding us a nice spot on the side of the building where we could see the whole thing play out.

It was hard to see through the tinted windows, and even worse to listen to the cop's conversation. It wasn't until Headmistress Keene appeared at the entrance that the noise died down. All that was heard was the echo of her heels across the cement courtyard.

She walked with her head held high, as if to taunt us for being inferior to her. Her lips were glazed with a deep, scarlet red and were spread in a thin line across her aging face. Her blue eyes were the only other source of color to her hair, and yet almost every guy talked about her as being the most attractive elder at Sinclair Asylum for the Criminally Insane. I had to give it to her, though, for a lady of fifty, she had a nice body.

"I don't have all day." Was all that escaped her lips as her arms found themselves folded across her chest. The officers kept their calm as they struggled to open the door and pull out the newest member of the "family."

"What's he in for anyway?" I whispered to Robin, who was trying to see past the newly formed group of people.

"He killed three girls, skinned them, and left the bodies." After that comment, my face grew pale and my blood froze. Someone so dangerous shouldn't be kept in a place like this, they should be in jail, or maybe even dead! "It's all over the news, I heard he's pretty cute."

I stifled a laugh as she slapped my shoulder repeatedly with anticipation. To be honest, I was kind of curious; everyone was crazy to see him, and I could say I was the same.

It wasn't until the cops pushed him in front of them, and onto the floor, that I got a good look of him. His eyes were shut, and his jaw was clenched, probably to keep from doing anything stupid, and his blonde hair swung over his pale face. He looked to be no older than twenty five, and the way his muscles tightly hugged his horrid orange jumpsuit gave him the intimidation to make everybody nervous. When he was made to stand up, he easily towered over both guards.

All eyes lay on him, waiting to see his reaction, and minutes passed but still nothing. Not a single peep or scream. Nothing unnecessary, and to be honest, it scared me, deeply.

A few more minutes passed and half the staff went inside, either disappointed over his lack of reaction, or to daydream about how breathtaking he was. Robin and I were one of the last ones through the door, and slowed down in order to get a better view of the situation, but all I got in return was a long, hopeless exchange with deep sea blue eyes.

I sat on the check up table, kicking my dangling feet into the cabinet below. I could tell my sister was getting irritated when she ran her hand through her auburn mane. She shot me a look from the corner of her magenta eyes, but quickly returned to her paperwork, probably on the new patient.

I was lucky. I had, what I considered to be, the best job in the world, plus I worked with both of my sisters. Blossom worked as the nurse of the place, she oversaw any and all injures that all patients endured and locked them away in her top secret cabinet. Buttercup, on the other hand, I only saw during lunch time. She was a guard, she oversaw everything and escorted the patients to and from their cells. Then there was me. I was kind of a helping hand employee. I had the tools of protection, a sedative, and the defense skills of a guard, but I was mostly used to deliver things to the patients.

"Bubbles, honey? Can you c'mere real quick?" A soft voice, that belonged to one of my co-workers, called from behind the closed door. Although I know she couldn't see me, I nodded and jumped off the counter, giving my sister one last hug before taking off.

"Hey, Harley, what's up?" I asked as I closed the door behind me. She smiled softly at me, almost in a sympathetic manor. I could almost cry looking at her adorable oldness! Ah!

"Sweetie, can you do grandma a favor and bring these last three meals up to rooms 3-12, 3-13, and 3-14 please? I'm too old to be doing all this work!" She laughed lightly and pushed a piece of white hair behind her ear.

"No problem, it's easy!"

"Oh thank you so much, sweetheart, grandma is baking a batch of cookies extra special for you!" She cheered as she straightened her apron out and headed toward the kitchen.

I smiled softly at how cute she was acting and began pushing the cart toward hallway three. It was a short walk, so I couldn't complain, and when I saw the people whom I delivered to, I smiled.

First one up was George Waterson. He was one of the sweetest patients I knew, but he had a temper, and a short one at that. He was admitted in here on account of choking one of his ex wives because she ticked him off so much. Other than that he was a really good person.

I opened his door and he smiled. I grabbed the tray from the cart and placed it on his bed next to him. He nodded and I waved and walked away.

Next, was Ashley Pearson. She was a mute, which I why I personally believe is the reason she's in there. She was accused of murdering her sisters kids and was sent here in a matter of seconds. I knew she was innocent, but I can't just undo what has been done.

As I opened the door, her head snapped toward me and she smiled, happy to see her food. Even though the food here was crap, I would eat it if I was in their position. She clapped and grabbed the tray from my hands and sat on the end of her bed with her back pressed against the wall. I smiled sadly at her at left.

The last room was new to me, so I assumed that it belonged to the new patient, and I was right. I didn't know a single thing about him, but my gut told me he was innocent, my mind, though, was screaming out things that I would never say in person. With one deep breath, I opened his door, only to find him laying on his bed with his eyes closed and his arms over his chest.

"I- I. Hi I'm Bubbles. I'm here to give you your food..." Wow, way to show how weak you are. I gulped loudly as he stood up, making me feel small, and towered over me. He was easily a half a foot taller than me and I was definitely feeling inferior. His lips curled into a smirk as he saw the nervousness overcome my body.

"Hi Bubbles, I'm Boomer." His breath creeped down my neck as his hand clasped onto mine for a few seconds, causing the warmth to flush to my cheeks, and then took his tray. "Nice to meet you." That sounded cold, sarcastic, and sinister. In response, I just nodded and stumbled away.

When I arrived at the nurses office I sat back on my previous position and contemplated for a good thirty minutes on whether I should tell Blossom what happened.

"Bubbles, you should get some rest. I think Buttercup might be off shift, go meet up with her. I'll catch you guys later." I could hear the worry in her voice so I didn't question it, I just made my way down the hallway with nothing but the incident in mind.