Chapter 9: Revelations
Oliver stepped into the room, eyeing a stubborn Lana. She still was not going to talk to him. "I saved you," he mentioned, removing his suit jacket and placing it onto the counter. He stopped and looked to her, seeing that she was still refusing to respond. "I was the one that got you out of that horrid place. Why can't you return the favor?" he questioned.
Lana quickly shifted her attention to him. She was about to lose it on him, ask how he could even think to mutter those very words to her. It was not worth it though. There was no reason to get him more upset. She did not have the energy to fight at this point. Even if she did, she was the one chained to his bed, she was the one at his mercy. Lana figured if she could just keep him happy long enough, she one day while he was gone, she could find a way to escape. She could not afford to get him suspicious of her. "I'm just tired," she flatly responded.
Oliver sighed, taking a couple more steps towards her. "I guess this works out for the best anyways. Tonight I am going to have to ignore you for a bit. My focus will be put to better use elsewhere," he informed her.
That very line sent a chill down Lana's back, the sudden alarm present in her widened eyes. "What are you doing tonight?" she questioned, trying her hardest to maintain a casual tone of voice. She pictured him going out to harm another woman, peeling her skin from her body as she screams.
Oliver grinned, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "Did I ever tell you about the very first time I murdered?" he asked, seemingly proud of himself.
Lana shook her head, knowing that she did not want to hear about this. There was only one way to find out what he was doing though. "What happened?"
"Three girls. Their mother publicly humiliated me," he answered, his grin fading. "That bitch wouldn't give me the time of day. All I needed was for one person to at least say one thing, and she slapped me," he further explained, his voice getting more and more strained with his tensing muscles.
"Emily, Regan, and Janelle. Those were their names," he told her, calming himself.
Lana just swallowed. "You killed the innocent children," she gasped, realizing how evil he truly was.
"No," he quickly defended himself. "I killed the three girls that were going to grow up and make this world a horrible place. There was no way that that mother was raising them right. I saved them from becoming part of the system," he told her.
Lana took a moment, allowing both herself and Olive to try and calm themselves. "Are you killing someone tonight?" she carefully inquired.
Oliver looked to her with a sinister smile. "I think you'll find some enjoyment out of what I am about to do tonight," he remarked before getting off the bed and heading up the stairs.
Lana just sat there, watching for his return. She tried her hardest to not clutter her mind with the possibilities of what he had planned. She would find out in a moment, no need to add another moment of stress.
It was all too soon when the man came back down the stairs, a limp body slung over his shoulder. The image cause Lana to let out a small gasp. "I found this tramp while I was out driving around. I thought that maybe you might to get a taste of what I do," he offered, gently laying the unconscious body onto the floor.
"You got Sister Jude," she softly stated, her eyes glued to the woman.
Oliver smiled to her. "I didn't even have to drug her. She had gotten drunk enough to make herself pass out in the back seat on the way here," he explained.
Lana shifted her eyes up to him, blankly staring, looking for something in his eyes besides darkness. "What, what do you want me to do?" she asked, trying her hardest not to sound nervous.
"Whatever you want," he told her. Oliver figured that Lana's wrath would be pretty severe. This was the woman who trapped her and tortured her for no real reason. Lana had to have some sort of pent up anger towards her. And there was nothing more he wanted to see than this woman suffering.
Lana's eyes quickly went back to Jude. Swallowing, she started to wonder if she even had it in her to do anything. While she was back at Briarcliff, she did imagine punishing her, she did have the passing thoughts of beating her with her own cane. The whole point of getting out of that place was to publish the story that would tear her down, abolish her very lively hood of punishing these poor victims.
However, now that the opportunity came, she could not do it. Just knowing that she was going to be stuck here with this maniac seemed to be more than enough punishment.
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Jude's eyes fluttered open, the brightness of the room stinging her eyes. She could hear familiar voices, but she could not yet make out what they were saying. The woman sounded anxious, and the man sounded very gentle. That was what she got out of the muffled noises.
The next thing she realizes is that she is on the floor, and that there is something heavy on her ankle. "What happened?" she mutters, getting the attention of both Lana and Oliver. Carefully, Jude places her hands flat on the floor and pushes herself up to sit against the wall. Her head is spinning as she attempts to look around at her surroundings. All she truly hopes for is an answer from someone.
Oliver looked to her, a smile creeping across his face. "I always thought hat someone in your position would refrain from drinking," he mocked as he slowly approached her.
Jude, finally recognizing the voice looked up to him. "Doctor Thredson?" she questioned, trying her hardest to recall what happened last night. The last thing she could recall was walking out of the bar and seeing a car. There was nothing after that though, and that was starting to scare her.
Oliver got down on the floor and sat before her. There was an erie childlike look to him. He seemed excited to be there. "You used to get drunk a lot didn't you?" he questioned.
Jude looked to him, not sure what to say. "Why?" she questioned, trying to be cautious with her words. The last thing she wanted to do was give him something more to use against her. She then tried to reposition herself, that was when she noticed the ankle chain. She was locked up there. She remained casual about it though.
Oliver softly laughed with amusement. "I thought you would remember me. I really did. I guess you used to be a bitch to a lot of men," he sneered.
Jude looked to him, studying his face, looking for some sort of familiarity. "I never saw you before you came to Briarcliff," she assured him.
"Really?" Oliver asked. He stood to his feet. "I bet you I have something that would jog your memory a bit," he mentioned.
Jude just watched him, eyes widened with fear. She wanted to know what was going on and what he had planned on doing to her. She needed to know why he was doing this. Then, she noticed Lana. "Ms. Winters?" she asked.
Lana, even though she was still bitter towards Jude, couldn't help but look to her with some sympathy. Being locked up here with this man was something that she would never wish upon her worst enemy. "Hello, Sister," she weakly greeted.
"What's going on here?" Jude frantically questioned.
Lana glanced at the staircase to make sure that Oliver wasn't coming back yet. "I finally got those few minutes with Bloodyface that I requested," she informed her.
Jude nodded, not knowing what to say to that. "We tried to find you," she softly mentioned.
"I figured someone was looking," Lana replied, a hopelessness to her voice. She knew that no matter how hard people were looking, no one would find her here. She was stuck here.
Oliver came back into the room, carrying a small dress, Emily's first Communion dress. "I believe you know what this is," he stated, proudly displaying the item.
That was where Jude lost it. That was a huge shock to her system. That was a dress that she would never forget. "No!" she cried out, the tears started to roll down her cheeks. "No!" She was putting two and two together in her head. It wasn't too hard to see what he was trying to tell her. He was the one who went and killed her children. How else would he have that dress? And know that it specifically meant something to her?
Lana looked with confusion between the two, trying to figure out what was happening. "Oliver?" she asked.
Oliver looked to her, smiling. "This used to belong to someone very special to our loving Sister over here," he explained. His smile quickly faded.
Lana looked to Jude, watching her begin to sob. Badly, she wanted to ask her what happened. Her curiosity was peaking. She wasn't so sure that she was more sorry for her, but just perplexed, interested in the whole thing.
She wondered if that could have been her daughter's, but she couldn't see the elder nun ever being a mother. She just didn't seem all that nurturing. Then again, losing a child would harden a woman.
"This is what you get, Judy. You happy now?" he taunted. "You could have saved your kids," he said.
Jude sat there, ferociously wiping away at the tears. She wanted badly to pull herself together. "You killed them," she accused, trying her hardest to regulate her breathing. Her eyes then widened. It felt like her heart stopped for a second. She finally realized. "This is what I get?" she questioned.
Oliver nodded. "I asked one favor of you, just one thing, and you couldn't do that," he spitefully explained. His temper was beginning to rise.
"You're the man from the bar," Jude gasped. "What kind of monster are you? She asked. "You get turned down so you turn to murdering children."
Lana softly gasped, her eyes widening as she saw what was going on here. The girls that Oliver had told her about, the ones that he murdered, his first victims.
