The Hero. A•H•S •Kit Walker//Asylum•

Escape routes

*Scarlett's P.O.V*
          I walked into the common room and saw a smile break through Kit's perpetually sad face. I sat on the couch next to him.
"Scar, only you would be the girl who wears pants, especially to get permission to here." My heart skipped a beat when he said my name.
"I don't really do skirts. Kit, what did you do before this?"
"I was a mechanic. What did you do."
"I was an Doctor, double majored in psychiatry. That's why I know your innocent and I'm not crazy."
           His hand wrapped in mine.
"You know, I like your glasses. You should wear them more." He whispered into my ear, sending nudes chills down my spine. (Outfit above)
         Lana landed on the couch next to me as I lit a cigarette.
"We're getting out tonight."
"How, when, where." I asked.
"Tonight is movie night, we'll meet by the bathroom." She went on explaining the plan.
"I'm in." Kit said.
"I'm there too." I added.
"Grace is already good, so I'll see you tonight. I'm going to go finalize the plan."
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          I sat on the couch and read my book, which Dr. Threadson had smuggled me. I took a deep drawl from my cigarette and finished the book.
"Let's play chess." Kit suggested. I sat across from him in the chair.
"Check mate."
"Don't be to sure." Kit said as he moved his piece. "Check mate."
I grinned as I took my last move, winning the game.
"Dammit! I can never beat you at this game."
"Maybe one day Kit."
"God your beautiful." I felt the blush creep across my face as Sister Jude came in.
"Alright everyone, movie night!" Her shrill voice pierced the air Kit grabbed my hand and followed me into the room. I sat down next to him, his hand still in mine.
***
*Kit's P.O.V*
           The guard lay unconscious behind us and we sprinted to the way out. We got to the exit by Dr. Arden's room. I pushed on it but it was locked, even with all of us pushing on it.
"This hasn't been opened in years."
"THEY'RE DOWN HERE." I heard a guard yell.
"Fuck." The word bit from Scarlett's mouth. I smiled, I loved her. I felt hands grab me and saw them dragging all four of us to sister Jude's office.
"I'm not quite surprised to see it's you four."
"50 lashes, each of you."
"No, it was my idea, I'll take their lashes." Scarlett jumped to their defense.
"No I will, she's covering for me."
"HEY! Grace, Lana, go. Kit, Scarlett. 100 lashes each. Bend over, pull your pants down."
          I watched her face as we took the lashes, she barely showed any pain. Just stared straight ahead, I wondered how many times she had went through this.
"Two days solitude for you both."
          They dragged us down to the padded cells and locked us in.
*Scarlett's P.O.V*
           I leaned my back against the padding and stared at the ceiling slowly loosing my mind.
         An hour, maybe two, maybe five, went by and I had to get out.  I put my feet on the door and kicked, screaming in frustration before I started to panic. My breath was short and shallow as the black dots added to my vision before I couldn't see anything, I could only feel myself falling to the padded floor. When I woke up I hyperventilated and passed out again. I repeated this until the door opened.
"Alright, your out. Get up lets go." They dragged me and Kit up to the common room and threw us down on the musty carpet.
"Thank god your okay." Grace said running over to us. We all sat in the couch.
"I almost drove myself crazy. You two took 100 lashes each. What were you thinking!"
"I was thinking I was getting your ass out of trouble."
"And if I didn't step up Scarlett would've taken 200 lashes."
"How heroic Kit." Grace rolled her eyes at him and I grabbed his hand and whispered.
"I think it is." In his ear.
         Kit and I got up and went to our cell.
"How are you doing?"
"I'm fine Kit."
"Your a shit liar, Scarlett." I smiled at him.
"I'm better then I ever have been." His eyes seemed to sadden at that statement.
"Then you deserve a hell of a lot more. What had happened." He laid on my bed and I laid to face him. His fingers twirling my hair.
"I was never good enough for my parents, I graduated top of my class and they still thought I should've done better. I fell in love right before I left for college. He didn't want me to go to college and work. He thought I should stay at home, cook, clean. He started to get violent, I agreed not to go to school. But it was just as bad if not worse then if I had gone to school. When I broke off our engagement my parents cut me off. I worked my way through college, bartending. I finally graduated, once again top of my class. No one would hire me because I was a girl. I had to get back with him, Connor was his name, eventually I couldn't do it any more I tried to kill myself, he dragged me here. 12 failed attempts later you came along."
"And here we are." He added to the end. I shook my head.
"And here we are."
"Scarlett, I need to ask you something."
"Shoot."
"Will you be mine, you know one day. When we make it out of here?"
"I'll be yours any day." I said, head still in his chest.
"I love you, and if you want to go work I'll come home and help you clean." I looked at his eyes,
"I love you Kit Walker."
          His lips crashed onto mine, I smiled into the kiss. His tongue traced my bottom lip and I moaned almost silently, his tongue slid into my mouth and I began to run my hands up his chest. I felt him harden when I wrapped my legs around him.
"We can't." I whispered, out of breath.
"One day." He assured me, still trying to catch his breath.
         That night we laid in our beds across from each other.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
And with that I fell asleep.
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Oh shit, they got caught. But awhhhhh there in love. What do you think? Will they find a way to get out? Will they be together or will they be stuck, rotting away in the asylum?