DO NOT READ THIS INTRO IF YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS! This chapter is from the POV of the aliens that eventually abducted Alma, experimented on Grace, and gave Pepper the ability to speak clearly. They find Amanda an interesting subject, alongside Kit, their other human interest, and decide to bring the two together so as to bond as friends. Their plans for Amanda and Kit don't go as planned and once Kit is confined to Briarcliff they find another chance to bring the two together. Sorry for the SPOILERS, but I would've forgotten this by the time I got to it in the story.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own American Horror Story or any of the characters except Susan, her family, and classmates.
Alien POV(third person):
This human girl, among all humans, proved to be more than just ordinary. She showed signs of being more than just human, rather a meta human or mutant. Her ability to move things with her mind under great pressure or enough concentration was fascinating to them, since they had been studying just one human, a boy this time. Kit Walkers had been their recent subject of interest, and still was, just not as much as Amanda was now. The idea of the two subjects interacting with each other was just mouthwatering to them, and they couldn't resist the urge to try. So, in attempt to prove their theory, they came to Amanda White in her time of need.
The Forest:
The girl, Amanda, was sitting in the forest after her incident with her classmates. She appeared to be doing what humans call, crying, and a lot of it. Though she was asleep, anyone could clearly see that she'd been through something terrible. Her cheeks were stained with red lines, tears obviously, and her eyes were equal in appearance. Each parcel of her outfit was covered in dried blood and all she had to stay warm in the cold forest was another thin layer of clothing humans called, a sweater.
Considering her recent events, Amanda the girl, was rather easy to sneak up on. Her body was in the human state called, sleeping. Her chest heaved up and down, letting in air and breathing it out. Humans proved to be rather startled by unusual things with unknown sources, in this case bright lights and long, bony fingers. The aliens prepared their approach, every move and step, just so they wouldn't wake their sleeping subject.
The body of Amanda did not make a move showing any signs of waking, just flinched once in a while from the cold winds. Her captors had to make sure that this kidnapping could be quick and soundless, so as not to attract any unwanted human attention from the nearby asylum, Briarcliff. As they snuck up to the side of their next victim, she started to roll and mumble. Moving faster, they reached out their leering fingers towards her, so as to teleport her to their picked destination.
To their misfortune, Amanda woke with a startled gasp, and began, quickly, to rub the sleep out of her eyes. She was still clearly sleepy, but also becoming aware of the blinding light that had woken her. Once she became fully aware that the grey-skinned beings around her were not a dream, she turned frantic.
Quick as they had come, the aliens snatched Amanda from her spot in the woods. They made no haste to transport their newly captured subject to the work place of their recent interest, Kit Walker. Hoping the two could unlock greater secrets of the human mind alongside each other, and maybe even become a item of romance and produce an even more interesting offspring.
Gas Station(Kit's shift)(third person):
Within the trees, the alien's dropped off their subject, leaving her to follow through with their plan. Her body was slightly bruised from the tight grip of her captors and the harsh landing they brought her to. She was slightly bedraggled and couldn't quite place where she was, but the smell of gasoline and the sound of motor engines gave it away; she was at a gas station. Well, outside of a gas station beside the woods.
Scrambling to her feet, she began searching her body for any serious injuries that she could've obtained during her abduction. Really, there was nothing but bruises and scrapes, except for one, well actually three, large gashes. There was one across her forehead, bleeding slightly. One ran along her breastbone, which was bleeding rather rapidly, and the final one was along that ran from her thigh to her calf. That one was gushing blood, causing her tights to become rather heavy and rip down the side.
Dammit, she thought. Ooooooouch. This is never gonna heal. And if it does, I'm gonna be like Frankenstein for the rest of my life!
Hobbling towards the gas station, through the woods, Amanda began to take in her surroundings, finding that this gas station wasn't to far from town, but not in the town either. Her legs were screaming at her to stop and take a rest, but she was to determined to make it to the garage and find help. Yet, to her misfortune, her legs decided otherwise and collapsed beneath her. The garage was only a few yards away and she had collapsed right there! It was driving her crazy, maybe even mad, what was happening to her. But this time, fate decided to give her a break and send help.
Her mind was becoming foggy again, and being on the cold pavement didn't really improve anything. Fortunately, the man working there had just finished up with a car and noticed her limp body in the driveway. Amanda heard the man's client start his car and pull out. The car sped right past her aching body, making sure to leave some dust in its wake for her to breathe in.
What an asshole, she thought to herself.
Amanda's POV:
After that godforsaken car left, and I had taken in almost all the dust he left behind, I began a series of intense coughing fits. I couldn't sit up yet either, so my body looked like it was convulsing and making hacking noises at the same time. Yet, luck decided to be mine that night, and I saw another body, this one was walking and upright, coming towards me in a rush.
He knelt beside me and from what I could see he was rather attractive. Covered in grease and oil, but nonetheless attractive. He had dark brown hair and equally dark eyes, but even with that he gave off a rather comforting vibe.
"Hey, you alright? Jeez, what happen to ya?" he asked, all while helping me to sit up.
"I...I'm fine," I wheezed, grabbing hold of his arm for support.
"Well you don't look fine ta me. Let's get you inside," he said, lifting me up from underneath my arms.
Once I was on my feet again, I began to wobble. My savior seemed to notice and looped one of my arms around his shoulder. I just smiled, not having the strength of voice to say thank you.
Once we had gotten back inside the garage, I was lead to what I assumed to be the office or at least the shop part of the garage. I was moved to a small, uncomfortable chair, but was thankful, and went on to ask the next question.
"Say, what's your name?" I asked, wanting to be able to address him more properly than 'garage boy,' or just 'guy.'
"Kit Walker. What's yours?" he replied, walking to close the door.
"Aaaachooo!" I sneezed, instead of saying my name.
"Well's, nice to meet you Aaaachooo," he mimicked, laughing afterwards.
"Haha, very funny. My name's Amanda White, thank you very much," I replied flatly, but couldn't stop myself from smiling.
"Kay then Mandy, let's get you bandage up now," Kit said, leaving the room to go get what I assumed would be a first aid kit.
No one had ever called me Mandy before. It had always been Amanda; just Amanda. It felt a little odd having this new stranger give me a nickname, but I sorta liked it and just decided to go with it.
Kit returned with the first aid kit, an old one at that, and placed it on the table in front of me, while dragging a chair over and sitting down by my side.
"Okay then, let's see," he said, reaching for my forehead.
I let him touch the gash there, knowing, or at least feeling, that he was a trustworthy and kind of guy. Wincing, since the wound was still fresh, I clenched my jaw together and gripped the arm of the chair. Kit saw this and immediately took his hand away from my head.
"Sorry," he paused, "It's not deep enough for stiches, but it will need a bandage," he told me, opening the kit and taking out some gauze and disinfectant.
"This is gonna hurt a little. I know, trust me," he told me, before rubbing the disinfectant over my forehead.
"Mnnnph," I moaned, slightly backing away from the stinging liquid, but Kit just held me in place with his other arm.
"Almost done," he whispered calmly to me, releasing my arm ever so slightly.
"Just hurry up already. It hurts like hell," I whined, gripping the chair tighter till my knuckles turned white.
It was only a few more minutes until Kit had all my gashes and bruises wiped down and had begun to wrap them in gauze. He made sure that each bandage was secure and wouldn't fall off by clipping each one off with a single safety pin.
"There, done," Kit finished, proudly looking over his work.
I flexed my arms and legs, checking to make sure that everything was still in place and that Kit hadn't missed or messed up anything. Not that I didn't have any faith in the guy, but I did just meet him like an five minutes ago, so I was just playing on the safe side. It's how I was raised after all.
Kit helped me up from the chair, making sure that I didn't wobble over again, then led me over to the door.
"Well, it was nice meetin' you, but it's probably best you get home now," he smiled, opening the door for me.
Then I remembered that I didn't have anywhere to stay that night. Not after what had gone down at school earlier that day.
Looking back to Kit, I smiled sheepishly, "Hey, do you um, like know, any, uh, motels around here? I sorta need somewhere to stay tonight."
"Yeah, there are a few places 'round here, but most of them are pretty shitty. Nothin' worth going to," he replied, smiling at himself as if some memories had come back.
"That's great," I mumbled sarcastically.
Kit raised his head and looked back to me.
"Well if ya really do need some place to stay tonight-" he hesitated.
"Well, what? Is there like a neighbor of your or someone that I can stay with?" I asked, my eyes drooping just at the thought of sleep.
"No, well I was gonna offer you to stay at our place, but I'm not so sure you'd be comfortable," he said, rubbing the back of his head.
Our place? Was he married? He looked pretty young. Maybe he ditched college or something. He is working at a gas station after all. Then again, I've always found love more important than some high quality education, well-paying job, and fancy house. Though my parents always told me otherwise, since they wanted me to go far in life, find someone to love and settle down, have children, and so on. Now that I'd met Kit, I began to feel differently. If he was married, then he must be a very devoted husband. To leave school for love, how sweet was that?
"You're married aren't you?" I said, smirking.
Looking back up to me he smiled, "Yeah."
"Well then what would make me so uncomfortable staying in a house with a nice man and his probably equally nice wife?" I was confused now, even if that statement did come off a little weird.
"Nothin,' it's just our marriage is a little different ya see," he began, but stopped short.
"How so?" I was definitely curious now.
"It's not exactly in the law to marry someone like Alma," he sighed, running his fingers though his hair.
Alma. What a pretty name. I'm sure she must be a wonderful woman if she was gifted with such a name, much better than Amanda I'd say. I don't know what Kit was so afraid of. That I was gonna judge Alma or something. Besides, what did he mean when he said that it wasn't exactly in the law to marry someone like Alma?
"Alma's a little different," he was still holding back on his worries.
"Is she disabled or something? Does she have some nasty scar like I'm gonna?" I asked, poking deeper than I should've.
"No, but she is-" he was killing me know.
I knew he wasn't gonna spill without some encouragement, so being as bold as I could, I reached up and placed my hand on Kit's shoulder, squeezing gently. His eyes glanced down to me, seemingly glossed over with tears of sadness. Or maybe it was embarrassment. I don't know.
"Kit it's alright. I'm not gonna judge Alma. I know what it feels like to be judged already, like shit. It's awful, but if she's married to such as nice man such as yourself I'm sure she must be an absolutely wonderful person, no matter what her difference to others is," I said, rubbing his shoulder reassuringly.
"Please...you can tell me," I whispered to him, almost begging to know his secret.
"Fine, fine. It's just that Alma, she's black, not white. And with all the segregation and shit goin' on, getting married to someone like her is just asking for a death wish. I loved her though, enough to go against their damn rules," he finished, clenching his fists in anger.
I was speechless. Never for the life of me did I expect to hear something like that. His story made me see him in a whole new light. I had never really been introduced to the subject of segregation, with my parents around, but I did know that it did horrible things to people of color. The mere thought of it made my stomach churn. Now I understood why Kit was so hesitant to let me stay with him and Alma. He was worried that I was gonna say something to someone, get Alma taken away from him and stuff. I would never do that though. Not only because it was an awful and unforgivable thing to do to someone so in love, but because I wasn't planning on showing my face in public again any time soon either.
Noticing his clenched fists, I slowly reached down and began to uncurl his fingers, showing him it was alright. He seemed to relax at this motion and allowed me to unclench both of his hands, before looking back to me, his eyes showing nothing but pure love for his Alma.
"Kit, I would've never said anything in the first place. Sure, I might've been surprise, because I've never heard of such a thing, but seeing as that is was love I wouldn't ever, never ever had judged. I'm sure Alma is an amazing person, a lucky one at that too," I said, nudging his arm and smiling.
He expression seemed to soften at that, and he smiled warmly at me.
"Well that's a first," he commented.
I scrunched up my face, "Really? That's all I get? After that wonderful speech that I thought of off the top of my head, all I get was 'well that's a first.'"
He laughed, "Sorry, I'm never really been good with words."
"No big, just playing around. It's been forever since I've actually had someone be nice to me," I admitted, looking at the ground.
"That don't seem right. You got to 'ave some friend," he seemed confused.
"Unless you count my teddy bear than your onto something, but nothing, or no one, else," I admitted again, chuckling slightly.
"Then that's their loss Mandy. Missin' their chance to meet a great girl," he said, patting me on the back a little to hard.
"Gee thanks Kit, no one's ever been that nice to me. But I think their smart not to want me as a friend," I whispered.
"Why'd you say that?" he was still curious, obviously.
"Like you said, Alma's different. So am I, just in a completely different way," I whimpered, wiping away a tear before it had the chance to fall.
"What kinda different?" he sounded concerned now, surprisingly.
"Really different. I can do...things," I told him, leaving him on an edge.
"You gonna tell me what sorta things?" he questioned.
"You wouldn't be my friend then Kit. And I don't wanna lose my first friend. It's been too long, I've waited too long," tears were streaming down slowly now, leaving hot lines in their wake.
"Nah, don't say that. You accepted my difference, I'll 'ccept yours," he stated, smiling broadly.
"No you won't Kit. I'm too different. Don't you see that?" I was frantic now, not wanting to lose what appeared to be such a good friend.
"No I don't Mandy. Just damn tell me already," he snapped back.
With that my tears immediately ceased falling and my eyes shot up to meet Kit's. I was rather shocked by his outbreak, but I couldn't blame him for being annoyed with me. I had never been good with talking to people either, especially ones that were nice to me. Now I had a friend and the chance to tell him my newfound secret, but I was to scared to tell him. No, it wasn't him. I could tell him. I was afraid of what others would think if they saw me again. I knew their opinion would never change, nor had it showed any signs of doing so. All I'd ever wanted was to be normal, be accepted. Not weird and out casted.
"It's not you Kit. It's them. The other kids, they think I'm weird. I don't wanna be. I wanna be normal. I have to try and be a whole person, before it's too late," (Carrie by: Stephen King)
"Don't listen to them idiots Mandy. They don't know what they're talking about," he stated sternly.
"Yes they do. I'm a freak Kit. A fucking freak! I can move things with my mind dammit!" I shouted, causing the things in the room to levitate and then drop again.
Kit didn't move after that, and I knew I had blown it. My only chance to make a real friend and I blew it. "Great job Man- I mean Amanda! You fucking ruined it! Now you'll just be a damn outcast for the rest of your pointless life!" I was mentally shouting at myself.
"Wow," was all he said.
I didn't speak at all, just stayed to wait for him to go and call the police about some crazy mad girl with supernatural powers. Instead, he did none of that. Instead, he just sat there and stared at the room, then back at me, then the room, then me, and so on. I was getting slightly uncomfortable and tapped his shoulder, hoping he wouldn't jump away screaming.
"Kit?" I whispered, tapping his arm again.
I tapped him again, this time his head twisting to face mine.
"Your telekinetic," he said in awe.
"Yeah, I guess I am," I confessed.
"That's amazing!" he cried, standing and taking a good look at me.
My head snapped upwards.
What was he talking about? Amazing? This was a curse! A freakin' curse! No one accepted me, EVER! Yet, all he could say about it was amazing. I was seriously beyond confused now.
"Mandy, that's fucking amazing! You ain't weird, you're amazing!" he cried again, squatting down to face me.
"Rrrreally?" I asked, wiping away more tears.
"The honest truth," he replied.
I was so thrilled I threw myself at Kit, wrapping him in a tight hug and crying again into his shoulder.
He seemed surprised, but patted my back, "Jeez, no need to get that emotional." He laughed.
Removing myself from his embrace, I smiled again at him, this time a real, true smile, not some molded mask smile.
Kit glanced at his watch.
"Damn, it's already ten 'o clock. Alma's gonna have a fit," he growled.
"I'm so sorry Kit. That's my fault for keeping you here so long," I apologized, feeling awful for keeping his wife waiting.
"Eh, she'll get over it. Anyways, you comin' or what?" he said, walking towards what I guessed to be his car.
"Yeah I'm comin'," I trailed after him, climbing in the passenger seat and buckling in.
The ride home was quiet, but I didn't mind. Kit didn't seem to mind either. We rode in silence, just relaxing from all the commotion of the quickly ending day. Once in a good while I would glance over at Kit and smile, though he never took his eyes off the road. I couldn't help it though. He had just made me the happiest, telekinetic girl in the whole world. I would never be able to thank him enough for the priceless friendship that he'd given to me that day. Though I'm pretty sure he never really noticed.