Disclaimer: I do not own American Horror Story. Madi is the only character I've created.

Warning: Knowing me there will most like be Triggers, so read at your own discretion.

CHAPTER ONE

Massachusetts 1964

"Alright, just fill out these forms and you're good to go."

"Thank you," I replied with a sigh. My head was already pounding from the incompetence of the nurses. There had been a slew of avoidable problems, including but not limited to the loss of files and forms. They had kept me here for the better part of the day when all I wanted to do was take my sister back home.

Violet had taken up smoking at a young age and the rate of her usage increased exponentially when she hit her late teens. It started with just shortness of breath and light coughing, but soon, she was hacking blood and father dragged her to the doctors. None of them would tell us what was wrong, but soon, it became a little more apparently. By then, the cancer had spread and she was hospitalized. There, the doctor told us that she wasn't going to live past her birthday. Because of her rapidly weakening state, she was hospitalised.

Father and I thought we were going to lose anyone member of our family, but several months later, her condition improved and it kept improving until the doctors were actually confident that she was going to survive. The cancer had halted in its growth. None of us knew how it happened, but it did and we were eternally grateful. Mother's death had hit us hard.

We were looking forward to a new addition to our family - twin brothers. Instead, we had to bury our mother and the sole infant who survived, father couldn't even stand looking at him. I was left with the responsibility of taking care of Michael and making sure that Violet wasn't going to fall back into her bad habits.

"Fuck off, Madi," Violet grumbled as I started to recite the do's and don'ts to her.

I pursed my lips. I had taken the maternal role since mother died, but it was difficult trying to lecture someone who was only two years younger. "I just want to help, Violet."

"Well, I don't want your help, so fuck off." She threw herself on to her bed. "Why don't you live your own life and leave mine alone. Go find yourself a husband or something."

I felt heat rush up from my neck. It was true. I wasn't getting any younger and many of my former classmates were already married or engaged, but they also didn't have a baby to take care of nor a dying sister. I never really had time for myself and even with Violet home and better, it wasn't as if I could actually trust her to make sure that Michael was alright.

"Just… Take care of yourself, alright?"

Violet mumbled back something incoherent.

…

Despite being uncooperative at first, Violet actually seemed to have turned over a new leaf. She helped me with Michael who was growing up quickly. It felt good having my sister back, but father has also been home more.

Work was not going well for him. He was losing patients and the merger income was being stretched thin between the four of us. The only thing we could do was for me to get a job. It was a little daunting for me. I didn't know much about the outside world. For most of my life, I was at school or at home taking care of Violet, my pregnant mother, and then Michael.

I tried waitressing jobs, but I wasn't strong enough to hold all the plates. I tried door to door selling, but I wasn't very good at persuading people. All I knew about work was what father would discuss during meals.

…

"Hello…?" I peeked my head through the door.

One of the nuns walked towards me with a soft smile on her face. "Hello, dear. I'm Sister Mary Eunice. Is there anything I can help you with?" Her voice was airy and comforting.

I smiled back at her. "I'm Madison Harmon. I have an appointment with Sister Jude?"

"Oh! Of course. I'll take you to her office."

"Thank you so much." From afar, I had been worried that the Sisters were going to be as dreary as the manor, but perhaps I shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Surely, these people who dedicate themselves to helping people couldn't possibly be bad.

"Sister Jude, Ms. Harmon is here to see you," Sister Mary Eunice announced after knocking on the door. There was no reply. "Sister Jude?" No one was inside when Sister Mary Eunice opened the door. "She must've just stepped away. Why don't you take a seat over there and I'll come get you once I find her."

I nodded and sat myself on the bench in the foyer. As I waited, I could hear light music coming from a room to my right. A couple of Sisters would walk in and back out with trays. Once they were all it of sight, I stood up and walked towards it. The room was spacious. Patients were sitting around, looking bored. Some were quietly conversing with each other, but the condition of the room was exactly as I imagined it from outside - dreary and bland.

"Hi!" A short woman with teeth protruding past her lips and a shaved head, save for a ponytail approached me. "Do you want to play?"

"I…" The excited look on her face made it almost impossible for me to say no, so I reluctantly agreed. Hopefully, Sister Mary Eunice would be able to find me in here.

"Let's play hide and seek!" She closed her eyes and started counting before I could even reply.

With a soft sigh, I looked around. There really wasn't anywhere to hide. All the cupboards look locked and I was sure that they weren't supposed to be wandering around, so I opted to sit behind a long couch by the wall.

As I sat there, I could hear snippets of a quiet conversation. There were mentions of Bloody Face. The man was claiming that he wasn't the killer. I peeked up and there he was - Kit Walker. I had seen him on the television. Father loved talking about the case during dinner. Being a psychiatrist, he was interested in studying the prolific serial killer. I was less inclined to ponder about what made someone like Bloody Face ticked, especially over dinner.

The man in front of me, he didn't hit me as the type to kill anyone. He had an angelic face and a head of short, dark brown curls. A scar at the corner of his lips made me wonder what had happened to him. As his eyes flickered over to me, I suppressed a gasp and ducked down, feeling like a child being caught red handed.

My heart was racing in my chest. I wasn't even supposed to be here. Maybe Sister Mary Eunice was looking for me. I should tell the woman that I had to go.

"Ma'am…?" I looked up to see him looking down at me from the other side of the couch.

"Hello," I squeaked, feeling my face flush. "I'm sorry about that that. I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I was just - "

"Found you!" The woman popped out of nowhere with a finger pointed at me. She was giggling quietly to herself. "Found you! Found you!"

I stood up with a weak smile. "Yes, you found me."

"Ms. Harmon, it seems you are already well acquainted to some of the residents here," a southern accent drawled.

I whirled around to see Sister Mary Eunice standing behind an older woman. I nervously walked over to them. This was definitely not the first impression I was hoping to have. I had imagined myself in a more professional setting and surely not in the midst of playing something like hide-and-go-seek. "S-sister Jude?"

"That's me," she replied, appraising me with narrowed eyes. Standing beside Sister Mary Eunice, I could see the stark difference between the two in both appearance and personality. Sister Mary Eunice had a youthful face, with a kind smile and an even kinder attitude. Sister Jude, however, had wrinkles marring what was a beautiful face, but she was oozing animosity and self-importance. "What is a mouse like you doing in a place like this?"

"I… I." I took a deep breath. "I want to work here."

She raised a thin eyebrow at me. "You?" Her sneer made me want to shrink in a hole and never come back out, but I had to do this.

"Yes," I firmly told her. "I want to work here. I think I can be an asset to the team."

"An asset?" She scoffed. "You think you can handle all these hooligans? This isn't just a hospital, girl. This is a prison. All of these people have committed a crime beyond your worst imaginations. You think you can handle that?"

"I know I can." I was proud to note that my voice didn't waver at that point. "Give me a chance and I can show you what I can do."

She smirked. "One chance and only on one condition."

…

I wasn't sure what made me agree to something so preposterous. Sure, finding a man had never been an active thought at the forefront of my mind, but never had I thought that I was going to become a nun. To be perfectly honest, I wasn't even that religious. My father was a firm believer of evolution. If I told anyone the truth, I was sure that they were going to burn me on a stake.

"Sister Madison Harmon," Sister Mary Eunice greeted me as I entered the manor on my first day. "I will be guiding you through your jobs. I-it's simple really. If someone like me can do it, I'm sure you can, too." Her smile was genuine, but her self-degrading comment made me sad. She deserved a better boss than Sister Jude.

The first stop was the room I was in the previous day. "This is the common room. All the inmates and patients gather here for activities and to have a little bit of fun. We have books, games, and music." The books on the bookshelves looked tattered and torn. The games were meager and seemed to be missing pieces. The only music was the same one on loop. It was a catchy French tune, but something like this would drive most people crazy after listening to it for days on end.

"Hey, sweet cheeks." A brunet man sauntered towards us, leering at Sister Mary Eunice. "You brought a young, pretty friend with you." He turned to me and I pursed my lips as he leered my body up and down. "What do ya say to spending a night with me? I have a nice cucumber in my room."

My nose wrinkled with disgust, not only from his proposition, but also from the stench of excrements on him. "No, thank you." I could already feel the regret hit me hard. Of all places, why did I choose Briarcliff? Oh right, no one else was willing to hire me.

Sister Mary Eunice gently tugged me away to a more private corner and quietly began to tell me about each other patients and inmates. "That was Spivey. H-he's… Eccentric." Seemingly uncomfortable, she quickly shifted her attention elsewhere. "That's Pepper, the one you met yesterday. Over there is Grace and Kit." Under her breath, she added, "He's Bloody Face. The serial killer who murdered all those women." As she continued to name people, I kept my eyes on Kit.

Even now, after a new day, he didn't seem like a serial killer to me. His voice was polite, with a southern twang to it. Those dark eyes were deep, but didn't hold the same deadened element in them that I've seen in father's photos. Instead, he looked rather defeated as he rubbed the back of his neck in pain.

"Well… That's everyone here. Let me show you the kitchen, hospital wing, and dormitories." Sister Mary Eunice turned around and began to head downstairs. "Well, I guess you wouldn't need to know where the dormitories are. I-it must be nice having a home to go to."

I nodded. "Do you have any family?"

"Oh, no…" She looked down, making me feel guilty for asking. "Well, I have an aunt and cousin, but my parents died when I was very young."

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "My mother died recently from childbirth, but I have a wonder new baby brother now."

"Oh, children." Her eyes immediately brightened. "They are just wonderful gifts to the world. If only I could have some, but… Well, I'm completely dedicated to the church, so I guess… I'll just…"

"Sister Mary Eunice!" An elderly man walked by with a wide smile and glasses perched on his nose.

"Dr. Arden!" She smiled softly back at him.

As they spoke, the doctor only had eyes for Sister Mary Eunice. I took the time to look around the kitchen. There were a couple of patients cleaning and assisting with the cooking. From the corner of my eye, I saw one of them spit into the stew. I held back a grimace and made a note to never eat any of the food here.

Taking a glance back at the Sister and Doctor, I saw that they were still talking and decided to get to know the place on my own. I approached the steps and looked up, the hospital wing and dormitories must be up there. I turned my head to the steps leading downward. It was much darker there. I looked around. It didn't seem as if I wasn't allowed there.

With that thought, I made my way down. There were metal doors there, each with a small window at eye level. It was eerily quiet until I got to the end of the long hallway where I could hear muffled screams.

"Let me out!"

"Help me!"

"The devil rip your body apart and take your soul!"

"Let me out!"

"Kill me!"

"Savages, all of them." I gasped and whirled around to see Sister Jude with a sneer on her face. "They think we're miracle workers and think these beasts can actually redeem themselves."

"S-sister Jude," I breathed. "I'm sorry. I - I… I didn't mean to overstep my boundaries by being here, if I'm not allowed."

"Oh, no. Be my guest. The more you're here, the less I'll have to deal with them myself." She turned around and began to walk away. "But don't get too close or you might find yourself joining them."

Her words felt more like a warning than anything else. Were any of these people former staff members? The thought left a sinking feeling at the bottom of my stomach. What had I gotten myself into?

Spinning on my heels, I ran back down the hall and up the stairs, bumping into a man on the way. "I - I'm sorry." I made to keep going, but a hand on my arm stopped me.

"No, that's alright." He smiled. "It was my fault. I'm new here. Dr. Oliver Thredson."

"M-Madison Harmon. I mean… Sister Madison Harmon," I stuttered. His charming smile made my heart skip a beat. "I'm new here, as well."

"Well, I guess we can both learn together then?" He replied. "And did you say Harmon? Could you possibly be related to Dr. Ben Harmon, the psychiatrist?"

"He's my father. Are you a doctor, too?"

His smile widened. "Yes, I'm here for the Bloody Face case. Perhaps you'll know him as Kit Walker here."

I nodded. "Is he… Is he actually Bloody Face? He doesn't seem the type to me."

"Well, that's what I'm here to find out." The smile turned into something ominous that made my blood run cold.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

So I decided to post this chapter up to see if this is interesting to anyone. I have decided to use Madi again from my first American Horror Story fanfiction, but there are a couple of changes to her. Firstly, she is not blind. That would be quite difficult to manage unless she's a patient, but as some of you pointed out from my other story, most of these stories are from a patient's point of view.

I know there wasn't a lot of Kit in this chapter, but I really just wanted to have her explore. Surely, I can't have them fall in love that quickly! I think I'll have more of him in there in the next chapter.

I also wanted to have your opinion on several matters.

Does it bother you that I've used the Harmons in this story?

How do you like your Kit Walker? I can try to make him the polite man that he is in the Asylum or I can have a bit of Tate twist to it or maybe have some of my own twisted ideas in as well.

Should I keep the alien aspect in it? To me, it didn't quite fit in to everything else.

Should I keep Alma as Kit's wife? I have no problem with writing about interracial relationships, but I don't enjoy writing two (three?) women with one man as much as I like writing about two men with one woman. Ahaha…

Any ideas for a title? I haven't quite written enough to give myself an idea, yet, but I wanted something to match my first story, "Vision." (My summary will also change when I have a suitable excerpt).

I've decided to actually reply to reviewers from the last chapter of the Murder House story here because some things do pertain to this chapter and how I'm going to go about it.

AFAN: I am totally going to try to make Madi work in here. I already have some things planned in terms of that, but who knows? I've also decided to take up your idea of being a nun there (I'm not sure what they're really called either!).

weezerz2490: I'm so happy you enjoyed my story for Murder House. I hope you'll enjoy this one as well!

For this story, there probably won't be regular updates because I really do need to finish my other stories first. I just really wanted to know if you'll be interested in the continuation of this and I will work on it as much as possible in between all the other stories and work.