"I prepare for the noble war. I'm calm, I know the secret. I know whats coming and I know no one can stop me not even myself. I kill people I like. Some of them beg for their life. I don't feel sad. I don't feel anything. It's a filthy world we live, in its a filthy goddamn world and honestly I feel like I'm helping to take them away from the shit and the piss and the vomit that run through the streets. I'm helping to take them to somewhere clean. There's something about all that blood man i drown it. " -Tate Langdon (American Horror Story)


1. Chapter 1


That's what they thought I was.

A filthy teenage boy who walks around killing people. 

I'm not. 

I never was, never will be.

But they refuse to believe me.

That's the reason I'm in this Mad House anyway.


"Mr. Hemmings, we'll see you now." The woman opened the door to the prison office. She wore all black. A dress that was long enough to cover her ankles and meet her black nurse sneakers. She wore her hair in a bun along with her glasses sitting on top her head, just barely holding on to a chain. She smelt of smoke and alcohol. I could tell that she, herself, was living a hell of her own. 

"Why am I here?" I asked, sitting in the wooden chair that sat in front of her desk. The room was tiny. There were closet doors everywhere around it. That's probably where she hid her booze. 

"Your parents think that you're a killer, Mr. Hemmings. Do you know why they would come to this conclusion?" The woman straightened out her dress before sitting down. 

"No." I said blankly.

"Now you listen to me Mr. Hemmings. When you answer me, you answer with respect. Are we clear?" she spoke sternly.

"Yes, ma'am." 

"Good." she smiled falsely. "Now, Mr. Hemmings, my name is Ms. Hell'ear. I am your guardian for as long as you are in this house." She stood up and walked over to one of the closets, opening it with a key. "You will wear these clothes," she threw me a pair of blue sweat pants and a plain white t-shirt, "and you will be in cabin 2-0-5. Understood?" I nodded. "Shall we?" she opened a door leading to a room where a couple of people sat, starring at us as we walked into the room. We stopped walking when we got to cabin 2-0-5.

"Your cabin, Mr. Hemmings." She gestured me into the room. I walked into the closet sized room and say down on the cot bed.

"You are rooming with Ms. James."

"Ms? As in, a girl?"

"Yes, Mr. Hemmings. A girl. Will that be a problem?"

"No ma'am. I just didn't think I would be aloud to room with a girl." I swallowed hard.

"You'd be surprised at what you can and cannot do here Mr. Hemmings." She glared at me before slamming the door shut. I picked up the clothes and started to change into them. Suddenly, the door opened.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry." A girls voice said. I turned around to see a girl standing there with her eyes shut.

"It's fine. I'm not naked." I put my pants on and sat back down on the bed.

"Okay." She opened her eyes and say down on her bed. She had long brown hair, big brown eyes, and seemed innocent from the fact that she covered her eyes when I was in my underwear. "You must be new. I'm Kyler. Kyler James." She smiled.

"Luke Hemmings." She nodded.

"So, what are you here for?"

"My parents think I uhm," I paused, thinking my thoughts over, "they think I killed someone." I swallowed hard.

"Harsh. My parents sent me here too."

"For what?"

"They think I'm obsessed with the satisfaction of drugs." She fiddled around with her thumbs.

"So you're a drug addict." I said blankly. She shook her head.

"That's what they think. It doesn't mean it's true." I nodded, understanding the sentence clearly. We sat in silence for a couple of minutes. I starred at her. She was beautiful. Her hair might have been messed up, her eyes might have been blood shot, but she was still beautiful. It was kind of cute how she played with her fingers when she was thinking of what to say. "You should know what that's like." she finally spoke.


"Your parents think you killed someone. So you did?" 

"That's what they think. It doesn't mean it's true." I smirked. She nodded. 

Maybe this Mad House isn't so bad. 





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