A/N So...Never tried Bananun/Sister Winters/etc before this. Promised I'd post this here from my tumblr so it is more accessible. Apologies for any OOCness. Written for my CampNaNoWriMo 2014. Rated T for self-harm and suggestive scenes. Enjoy this prologue of sorts...
Disclaimer; I do not own anything to do with AHS beyond the dvds, unfortunately.
Rain slathered the window panes in sheets. Thunder rumbled overhead, shook the foundations of the old architecture, each brick and pipe trembled. Darkness cloaked the figure in the room; impossible to distinguish material from shadow save for the seconds worth of lightning.
'Oh heavenly father,' a plea, a prayer; low, cracked anguish. 'Please…' The voice faltered, words lost under the weight of thunder, until she took an unsteady breath and tried again. 'Please, let me end this torment.'
Flash.
The shine of metal placed against the stark contrast of pale exposed flesh. The black sleeve had been drawn back to reveal the skin below.
Flash.
The appliance of pressure as slight as the sharp intake of breath. For a moment hesitation seemed to overwhelm her, not a movement to be seen besides the tremble of her bones. Another breath and she pulled the metal downward. Another flash and she cried out in violent verbal protest of her own actions. In seconds the direction of the blade was redirected until it left the flesh, span from her grip, clattered to the floor in a spatter of scarlet. Scathing, scolding, sharp disapproval of the self was spat aloud as she scrambled for gauze, a towel, the first scrap of cloth her fingers could grasp and wrapped it around the wrist which bled profusely.
Flash.
Blonde tendrils flew in search of the source of sound when the metal flap that served as a cover for the slit in the door for observation clanged shut with an echo.
Lana Winters retreated to her room, decidedly ill at ease, unable to understand just what it was that she had witnessed…