Insane

Chapter 1

" The devil is real, and he's not some little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful because he's a fallen angel, and he used to be gods favorite"

Thank you for reading this! I got the idea from American horror story but it has a small twist to it. You'll find out later on, but I promise you, I'll try my best to update!

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CHAPTER 1

The thunder outside made everything in this asylum worse. My body ached from wrestling several different patients into their rooms. The constant screaming gnawed at me, I didn't know how I was able to put up with the tortured screams. I had been working at the Hutchinson Asylum for the Criminally Insane for two months now and it seemed as if I was the only one who hasn't been broken yet. I worked as an aide, helping the nurses when needed. Some of the nurses here had problems themselves it seemed, but not as severe.

My feet were aching as I walked down the cool concrete corridor, passing the rows of cells which were lined neatly side by side. A nurse, by the name of Gladys, stopped me. She had been here for 10 years and could navigate through the large place with her eyes closed. She was several years older than I was and never go around to leaving this place.

" Honey, why are you here? Aren't you going outside with the other nurses?" asked Gladys

" Whats happening?" I said, clearly confused

" A new patient is arriving, haven't you heard?" Gladys said

" um....." I was completely lost. We had several patients coming in every day, each and every one with a different case of dementia. What was so new about this one?

" well, haven't you heard of the man who killed a dozen women? And get this, he would " She shivered as she said the last part.

"I heard of the guy but not the other part....about the skinning I mean" I said

" I'll tell you the rest later. Just hurry up! He's about to get here, and your wouldn't want to miss it!" She grinned excitedly and gripped my wrist, pulling me down the stairs and out the main entrance.

I was nervous. I bit my lip, a habit I had recently developed when I was nervous. There were several police cars parked around the perimeter of the asylum, they were only there to maintain control. I had my hands clasped behind my back as I saw this black police car pull up to the entrance. Several police officers stepped out, and they were immediately flooded by thousands of gathered people, desperately trying to get a glance of the criminal.

I immediately became anxious. Questions began flooding my mind. What did he look like? How old is he?

I found out several minutes later, when the officers pulled the man out of the back seat of the car. The man was shackled, the chains on his hands and feet rattling. He was already in a faded grey jumpsuit that hung onto him. His face was hidden from view, making it harder to see what he looked like. It was only when he was walking up the last few set of stairs that I saw his face. The face of a beautiful man filled with anger and of pleasure.

The man was a handsome devil . He looked like he was in his early twenties. He had plump lips that were slightly open and a strong jawline. He had long eyelashes and captivating emerald green eyes. His long hair was wet and curled behind his ear. His face was a mask of anger and pure hatred as he was pushed roughly into the institution. He had gone inside calmly, not meeting the expectations of every nurse standing outside. We had expected him to lash out in anger like the other welcomed patients. We had expected a man of inexplicable evil to lash out, to yell or to struggle, but he walked up the steps calmly and without a word.

I stood there, confused at why he didn't lash out " um...Gladys...what happened?"

" I don't know honey. I guess people work in many different ways" she said sighing, her hopes were clearly the same as everyone else's.

This was the first patient that was astoundingly attractive, and neither one of us dared to accept that we were attracted to the horrifyingly beautiful man. All the nurses were shocked, but then immediately snapped back into order when the warden, Mrs. Bates said " Are you going to stand outside and do nothing all day?" Her voice tight and strict " Or are you going back inside to work?" She was in her late 60's, with stunning pale blue eyes and lightly graying blonde hair. She was feared and disliked by every single nurse and patient in the asylum. I hated her with every single cell in my body, but never dared to speak out. I was 20 years old and every nurse told me to leave when I can, as it will ruin me forever. But I stayed. I needed the money and the job. It payed well and I didn't mind spending my life working here. So I just shrugged and went back inside and did what I was told.

I went back to picking up the trays of food from the patients rooms and kept on doing that until it was time to shut the lights off. All of the nurses split off into different corridors, looking through every patients room to make sure nothing was taken from the kitchen or their small cafeteria where they are left to eat and play cards and do certain other things, of course with the careful watch of several security guards.

I was assigned to the west corridor. I inspected every single cell except one. I knew that it was clean because the new guy was recently pushed inside. The nurse I was aiding had a clipboard in hand with all the patients names in the west corridor. She walked up to his cell and cleared her throat before saying the three words we ask every new patient " What's your name"

The man in the cell lifted his head up, his wild curls framing his face perfectly.

He turned towards me, his green eyes burning into my light brown ones and he said with a devilish grin " It's Harry. Harry Styles"