Author's Note: Sorry for the delay! Had a horrible night last night, was like a walking zombie all day. I should be back to publishing them at their normal rate on Monday. :)
For the first time since they met, Lana woke up first. She stared up at the popcorn ceiling, trying to count each dot. She hadn't slept very well that night, waking up at the slightest sound. She had silently damned Mother Nature to hell the fourth time she woke, hearing a breeze outside. There was a loud crack, and a thump against the window. Lana jumped.
Thredson. He's here.
She was about to wake Mary Eunice when the sound repeated itself, but then a series of similar volleys rained down on the building. She got up and opened the curtains. It was snowing. Hailing. She placed her hand on the cold glass, smiling a bit, just taking the time to enjoy the elements that she was deprived of in the god forsaken asylum. She sat and watched the white blanket start to form on the street outside. The coolness of the wind outside radiated off the glass, chilling Lana's skin even through her silk nightgown. She looked around a bit at the snow but noticed movement in the reflection of the glass. She quickly turned her head to look, but exhaled a sigh of relief.
Mary Eunice had gotten up and out of bed, and had walked over to see what Lana was looking at. Lana held in a snicker at the sight of the disheveled blonde. Her hair was a wreck. The golden locks fell haphazardly around her face, and tangled waves made her hair stick out in all directions. Her eyes were a bit dreary as well, her eyelids drooping a bit. Lana was even amused at the woman's night wear. She had gotten used to seeing her either dressed in decadent, luxurious, designer outfits, or naked. She was wearing an oversized white button down shirt with her panties, and one of the buttons was fastened in the wrong place.
Lana had drank away her anxiety at the news release, and had had Mary Eunice join her. She remembered watching the blonde swirl her cocktail in her hand as the brunette took a sip of vodka out of the bottle. She didn't remember much else, but her thighs burned as she walked to the window, and her jaw was tight. By the sight of Mary Eunice, it wasn't too hard to connect the dots. She silently applauded herself for her good work. Getting the blonde drunk was a challenge in itself.
The blonde yawned, stretching her arms, followed by a groan. She saw Lana smirking and pursed her lips.
"Oh please."
"Have you ever even had a hangover before?" Lana laughed. Mary Eunice rolled her eyes.
She moved in next to Lana, scooting her over with her hips, joining her at the window. They both watched as the mixture of snow flakes and hail rained down. Lana had been distracted for a moment. The thought of the sick monster that is Oliver Thredson had finally been replaced by pleasant thoughts in her head, but all good things must come to an end. An involuntary shiver ran down her spine, and she bit the inside of her cheek. Her grumpy blonde's cold demeanor changed into an inviting warmth, and the soft touch of her hand made Lana feel safe as Mary Eunice placed her hand over the brunette's.
"What are we going to do?" Lana tried her best to not sound defeated.
"Nothing." It was a simple reply, and the warmth was once again replaced by ice. The brunette turned to face the woman.
"What do you mean 'nothing'?" She was reasonably confused.
"He will come to us. He can't help it. And we couldn't leave even if we wanted to." She motioned towards the inclement weather.
"Were going to wait for him?" Her anger started to mix in with her fear. Lana wanted him dead. Gone. "Why didn't you just kill him back at Briarcliff? You killed everyone else!" She crossed her arms. "But no, you went and brought him back instead."
Mary Eunice had tried to kill him, hoping his lack of faith would weaken the seal on his arm. She had tried to cut off the tattoo, severing the connection, but was thrown back every time. She had to get rid of it to finalize his death. After a few hours' worth of attempts, she lashed out and left gashes on his chest instead. She had planned to just seal off the entire cell block, but her moment of recklessness had made that impossible.
"If I could have killed him, he would be dead." Mary Eunice laughed. "Brought him back? I think you have me confused with someone else."
"Then how is he still alive? I shot him. I killed him."
Mary Eunice breathed out a small laugh, and took Lana by the arm and sat her down on the bed, sitting next to her.
"Honey, I think it's time we had the talk."
Lana was not amused.
"Now I know you're a smart girl, you obviously know I'm not like you." Every word was dripping with condescension. Lana narrowed her eyes.
"Save me the lecture. Ten words or less."
"I'm the Devil, Thredson made a holy pact for protection."
Lana laid back on the bed. She knew Mary Eunice was something sinister, but putting a title on it wasn't something she particularly wanted to do. Now she knew why.
"I'm in the middle of a holy war, and I'm siding with the Devil." Mary Eunice smirked at Lana. "I have to be honest, I never saw that coming."
"Yeah, but it'll be fun." The blonde grinned.
Lana glared at her.
"You were going to Hell anyways you might as well do something to earn it."
"Wow, you sure know how to cheer a girl up."
"Stop whining." The blonde leaned down and kissed the brooding woman. Mary Eunice stood up.
"You know everyone thinks you're a guy, right?" Lana smirked.
Mary Eunice sneered. "You know everyone thinks you're a pervert, right?"
"Touché."
Lana sat up and huffed. Maybe all of this was an elaborate hallucination. Maybe she was still at Briarcliff, and maybe she actually needed to be there. All of this... her apparently demonic sadistic girlfriend/ex-captor, the serial killer psychiatrist turned holy warrior, it made her doubt her sanity. She hoped it was a dream. But regardless, she got up. It didn't matter if it was a dream or reality. It felt real enough.
"So how do we win?" Lana felt her sanity leave her again, but her apathy was growing stronger.
"We don't."
"We don't?"
"Have you even read the Bible?"
Lana rolled her eyes. "Spare me."
Mary Eunice huffed. "I'm going to lure Thredson here, and hopefully subdue him long enough for you to…"
"For me to what?" Lana groaned internally. Whatever it was, it wasn't going to be pleasant.
"You're going to cut off his arm." She grinned again.
"You're joking right?" Lana studied her face, Mary Eunice's smile not faltering. "You're serious."
She nodded. Lana groaned. "I don't think I can do it."
Mary Eunice sat down again and wrapped her arms around Lana, whispering in her ear.
"You can, and you will. Or you will die. Simple as that."
She kissed Lana's cheek.
"Your choice."
