{American horror Story}
{love - kit walker X reader}
Men walked into the room, like some kind of twisted angel, rushed into a room. One carried a syringe, a needle thicker than any you've seen before. Fear widened your eyes, and you twisted and shouted, moving around so they couldn't stick the needle in your injecting God-knows-what into your bloodstream.
Another twisted angel stronger than the rest, pinned you down. You struggled under his grip, only managing to move your head and legs. The man with the needle came towards you, and stuck it into your arm. You screamed, but this time in pain. Slowly, your conscious left you. Sleep seduced you, pulled you into his so calming grasp, as you fought desperately to grasp onto whatever reality you had next.
You awoke, next to a nun. She looked at you, emotionless. Your eyes were still trying to cope with the light change, your body adjusting to the new conditions of cold reality.
"Who-who are you" you managed, voice hoarse.
"You can call me, sister Jude." The mum says.
"Uh- sister Jude- where-where the hell am I?"
"At the best place possible for people like you."
"Pardon, people like me?"
"Child, the twisted sinners and unstable men and women that walk among us"
"I-I don't know what your talkin' about, miss.. I haven't done anything- I swear- I don't know what these people are- or what they want- or why I'm here - please tell me.. Miss... Sister Jude"
"Oh child" she stroked your hair. "You have no idea, do you?"
"I-I don't understand..."
"See, you will only get forgiveness, is if you admit to yourself what happened that night"
"I'm tellin' you miss! I have no idea what you're ramblin' on about."
Suddenly her face turns hard, and she grabs your chin.
"You shot up an entire school. You killed innocent children. You- You're a monster. Does that," she gets up, and opens the door, "Ring a bell?" She closed the door behind you, leaving to to your own confused thoughts.
*in the room with the music and the things"
French lyrics twisted through the air. People were everywhere. Old men and women, young teens, and any ages in between. Banging their heads against walls, talking to no one, saying strange verses under thier breath. You sighed, and sat down on one of the leather couches.
Suddenly, the doors burst open. A boy, no older than you, walked into the room. His eyes were red and sunken, face hollow. His blonde hair fell carelessly over his eyes, as he struggled to get out of the guards grips. The gaurd pushed him, grunted, then left. You looked at him with curiously. He seemed different then all the people here.
"Hey!" You called. He turned to you. His face softened for a second. He then made his way towards you.
"why'd they lock you up in this helluva shithole?" You asked, when he sat down beside you.
"They think- they think that I killed people. Skinnem' alive too. Thought that I- I did it too mah own wife." He said, a southern accent similar o yours overtaking his voice.
"Did ya?" You asked. He shrugged.
"You wanna know the truth?" You nodded slowly.
". This- This huge white light and this sound, like nails on chalk board, but worse, something happened. They took her- they took my wife. They think I'm makin' it up- you gotta believe me. You gotta!S" He says your eyes widening.
"My cousin- he's in jail now of course, said the same damn thing. His wife - Aunt Clarise- somewhere up 'er, just floatin' around apparently." You spoke, watching for his reaction. He nodded, then stuck a hand out.
"Kit. Kit Walker." He smiled while you took it.
"(y/f/n)(y/l/n). Pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"Whats your excuse?" He asks.
"They think I shot up a school. Killed like 5 damn people. I don't really remember much of it, but apparently their were a few witnesses. So yeah, I guess I'm goddamn crazy" He looked at you fondly.
"I don't remember killing the other women they said I did. So yeah, I guess I'm goddamn crazy as well." Kit replies, only then letting go of your hand. You frown slightly at the absence of heat, and see a face of disappointment on Kit's face, as his eyes flicker back down to your hands.
"Hey Kit?" He shook his head and turned to you.
"Yeah what?"
"Someones staring at you." You pointed towards a woman with crazy red hair. Her name was Grace,as you would soon find out, and she was someone who seemed very jealous of your relationship with Kit.
*when you're about to escape for the second time*
"RUN RUN RUN!" Lana shouted, all of you screaming for your life as the creature - the thing ran after you. You tripped, and heard a sickening crack in your left ankle as you screamed in agony.
"(Y/N)!" Kit yelled, as he saw you fall.
He turned around and ran towards you. HE kneeled down, and lifted your chin in his hands,
"Come on, we gotta go."
"No- Kit- go, Im not gonna make it here"
"(Y/n) don't say that, all you gotta do is get up, come on now" he looked at you, tears spilling from his eyes.
"KIT!" Grace called farther away. You nodded, tears streaming down your face. He looked at you, so torn.
Then he kissed you. Passionately. His lips on yours, cries stopping, his breath running out.
"I'm- I'm sorry." he whispers, and takes a branch from behind you.
You feel a sharp pain in your head, then you black out.
*2 hours later*
Your head was on Kits shoulder, the movie was playing. Kit, Grace, Lana, and you were sitting in the movie room, hair wet, shoes muddy. Kit felt you remove your head from his shoulder. He smiled widely.
"Your'e awake!"
"Wha-What in tarnation happened?" you ask, voice hoarse from not using it.
"You fell asleep while watching the movie, sleepy head." He says, winking. Your heart flutters, and then you suddenly what had happened, the kiss, the fall, the blacking out.
Your eyes widened.
"But the- outside- and the- the thing- the person with the blood and my anke and the-" He cut you off.
"Don't let them hear us, ok?" he whispered, and you nodded.
"We cracked your ankle back in place, and we pulled you through. I made it look like you were standin' upright, and leaning' on me. We walked straight past the damn guards." He whispered in your ear.
"ok" you whispered back.
Suddenly, the movie shut off. Sister Jude walked in, her hair a bit out of place, her outfit rumpled.
