The inmates were already in their cells earlier, due to Frank's brief message from his most prominent, beloved colleague with whom he cooperates, Sister Jude, as they needed to leave the common room earlier so that to get extra good night's sleep..

This night is going to be quite exhausting not only for Jed's parents who had already spoken with the administrator of the institution earlier today. The same issues will be faced by the newly hired Dr. Thredson, the Monsignor and Jude, herself. Jed's devilish spirit was tormenting the young man's body as he did unbelievable things a little before committing in the mental hospital for cure and exorcism.

As Jude was being told to stay with Jed's anxious parents, in this moment the respected priest went upstairs as he climbed each stair of the spiral stairs, heading directly to the room where the exorcism will be performed very soon.

The nun prayed as she held in her frail hand her rosary, whilst Timothy joined the other 2 men, and Father Malachi as they attempted to perform the exorcising process though the smitten boy's diabolical speech, complaining, cursing with bad language the both pious faces of the church and the younger doctor, besides he did overwhelmingly odd, unexplainable things such as implementing telekinesis on the eldest surrounder, who crashed in the wall, lying helplessly on the ground, in the interim the both adults went over the lying body of the older priest, observing his current condition if he was actually fine, inquiring him concerned.

"Father, are you okay?"The Monsignor inquired concerned as his engendered caring nature illuminated his benevolent, sacred heart.

"I think so." The older priest gasped in pain as the doctor and the juvenile priest helped Father Malachi to rose his body as they put him in his wheelchair, whilst the possessed by the devil boy didn't stop speaking nonsence with fiendish, deep voice.

As Timothy left the room, walking through the dark, abysmal corridors of the asylum, looking for Jude, in the meantime Oliver and Father Malachi left the room due to the Monsignor's order.

Once he went downstairs, noting the blonde praying as her rosary was still gripped tightly into her hand with shutted eyes, she was being told to come with him as Timothy informed the parents that their son is still struggling.

As they went upstairs, Timothy comforted Jude as he told her to speak to God and supervise Jed. She confirmed his words as she was left alone, looking alongside through the door's small window at top, her stressed, fulfilled with fatigue hazel eyes, recognizing the endeavoring boy was wriggling in his bed, thereafter starting to shriek with desperate, normal voice. "I can't see! It burns! I can't see! Mommy, please! Somebody! Somebody help me! Please! I can't see! Please! Someone help me."

Jude reentered the room as she grabbed a plain white garment to wipe his eyes with its oozing blood fluid, rubbing them until she withdrawn herself when he rose his body, changing drastically his voice from miserable into demonic, deep. The nun got frightened as he started.

"Somebody help It drives you crazy, doesn't it? To be the smartest person in the room, with no willpower because of that smelly clam between your legs."

That horrified even more the shieldless nun attempted to exit the room until it shut down, due to the possessed boy's casted spell as Jude was unable to leave the room, pulling the iron doorknob, feeling indisputably hopeless and trapped by the Satan who inhabits his body. Heart racing.

"Oh, that's why you became a whore, isn't it, Sister? You're wearing red knickers right now."

She still pulled the doorknob as she felt powerless against Jed. Her face had already acquired its palish hue of fear, franticness and panic, clutched tightly teeth.

"Come on, Sister,put me in your mouth. You've had 53 cocks in there already."

She whacked with a palm on the iron door, emitting a noise of tapping as nobody joined the room to help her. The young man carried on with his little, daredevil game.

"You were the town pump, weren't you, Sister?"

All of a sudden, she abided motionless with widely opened eyes, barely blinking with agape mouth. Flashbacks popped up in her mind from her gloomy past where she was a nightclub singer, singing, dancing as a stranger soldier handsomer joined her to dance as they had a short, sweet luscious time, wanting him to take her home, thereafter he left her as he told her he cannot, in fact his baby was sleeping.

"In the name of Jesus Christ, strengthen me, the intercessor."

She prayed inwardly as apart from her grim past was exposed, thanks to the possessed boy. Jude had the tremendous feeling that her heart is going to spring from her chest quite soon. By the way, she didn't give up too easily as the young man expected.

"Tell me about the little girl in blue, Judy." The possessed young man didn't stop twitting her with his deep devilish voice.

"The young girl, the innocent. And you so drunk you couldn't find your way home."

In the interim, she was even more terrified how the devil inside Jed's frail skeleton spoke to her such eerie things. Especially those grim regretful circumstances that had to do with Jude's past, exposing her face. Embodying the face of the horrified, naïve, boozing, twinkling of grace young woman who she used to be before nunnery.

The nun recalled flashbacks of one late night after work as she listened to music in her car, whilst smoking and driving, as her desire to drink some cognac, delving in her purse next to her. As soon as, she lost control over her car, hit accidentally a little girl as she flinched after hitting her run-and-hit victim unintentionally, her car front window's glass cracked with its splintered traces of hitting something harder. Instead of getting out of the car to aid the little girl, she abided in her car, being tremendously panicked and frantic, agape mouth as she echoed to herself "Oh my god!", whilst playing the background song in her car yet, rendering the scenery even more poignant, shocking.

This flashback haunted her for the rest of her life especially right away after the smitten boy reminded her of her sins that she had already took her vows to dodge them. The former nightclub singer couldn't be more ashamed more than corrupted by her past as those flashbacks even attempted to tear her mental stability as she verged her nerves of teenager's diabolic taunts.

"You never even bothered to get out of the car." All of a sudden, her hit-and-run's victim voice could be heard behind Jude's back as she turned her back, facing the delusive little girl's presence laying on the bed where Jed is supposed to be.

No longer than milliseconds the young man continued to taunt his current target. Jude.

"You are a murderer, Judy. You're a murderer! Murderer! Murderer!" The deeper, devilish masculine voice brought to the ashamed, nevertheless, even berserked nun's anger to infinite level as her mouth was agape, gape panicked at the possessed boy.

In this moment, she hoped nobody wasn't nearby the room where is assumed to be exorcised Jed Potter as she hoped deeply in her pounding heart that nobody even her love interest, Timothy, doesn't hears the word "murderer".

"Shut up! You shut up! Shut up! Liar!" She bellowed as she approached the laughing smitten young man as she started slapping his face, clutching firmly her teeth, fiercely boiling blood, ashing her face with reluctant anger as she was unable to control herself.

"Hit me harder, you old whore."

In the meantime, luckily, and the Monsignor reentered the room as they saw the things were out of control as the young doctor went up to Jed to restrain him, whilst Timothy grabbed Jude by the shoulders, taking her out of the room as she kept on with her verbal protests towards the possessed young man. What Timothy was being worried for was actually for Jude rather than the smitten young boy.

"That's right, Father, protect your whore." Addiitionally, Jed didn't stop ironising his victim as another prey participated in his little game, his demonic laugh floating in the room.

"Don't listen to it!" Timothy warned Jude as he pulled her away from Jed, luckily catching her wimple as it fell off her head, revealing her bouncy, long golden curly strands that framed ideally her face. Her alluring hair fragrance reached the priest's nostrils.

"That's right, Father, protect your whore. It's you she thinks of when she touches herself at night." teased incessantly.

"You're a liar!" Jude cried out loud as they approached the door, exiting from the horrid scenery, whereas she struggled in Timothy's arms as they were clasped eventually around her waist, encircling her with a tight grip.

"Oh,yes. Protect your whore." Jed continued as Jude and Timothy were out of the room, luckily.

"Cover yourself!" The Monsignor opted to reassure Jude as she lowered her head, her hands pushing her hair out of her face, closing her eyes as she felt vulnerable.

"I was weak."

"I'll purge the demon myself. Go, be with the parents. Go." The young priest emboldened her as he comforted her with a hand on her back as she mousily did what he told her, whereas he preferred to deal with the devil that lives in the young man's body.

When Jude was left completely lonely in the hall with no one around to comfort her as Timothy was her last hope who just reentered the room where he was a several seconds ago, despite she yearned for him to be next to her, cry on his shoulder, to feel his warmth against her body or to be in his arms. On other hand, she didn't want he to hear what Jed had called her as those words "whore" and "murderer" abided in her conscience as they dwelled in her mind, occupying with its obnoxiously thoughts of herself. Her exhausted eyes were filled with fatigue, fear as the coldness, unsafety overtook her again.

Once the Monsignor arrived in the room back again, he held up the rosary beads up whilst Jed fixed eyes on him.

"Little piggies, come out to play." Jed taunted the both men who were the sole hopes that can help the smitten boy.

"Oh Lord, Jesus Christ."

After Timothy's prayer, the lights started flicking in the institution, as Jude continued to pray, holding her rosary beads.

"Do you want to know what your whore says when she touches herself, Father?" Jed asked as the monsignor was rather focused on the exorcism, trying to rescue the possessed young soul though he ignored the young man's question.

It was obvious how Jed knew that Timothy loved deeply so much Jude though he hadn't revealed to her directly, besides he was curious about her feelings towards him.

Oliver was busy, checking the teenager's heart pulse as he was on other side of the bed, while Timothy carried on with the prayers as 's words were particularly ignored as his voice was desert.

"Oh, Timothy. Please, don't stop!" Jed imitated Jude's moans with his abysmal, diabolic voice. "Oh yeah! It feels so good, Timothy!"

Little did he know was it true what the young man said as he was more than horridly embarrassed after hearing the demon speaking to him such impure things. What the Monsignor wanted is actually his secret crush on Jude not being spread as a word all over Briarcliff or otherwise he and Jude were endangered to leave the church. As an addition, Timothy preferred to hear those moans from Jude as he can already imagine the impure scenery between them, her lips trembling as passionate cries escape the top of her lungs, shouting out loudly embarrassed his name with blushed cheeks and tightly shut eyes.

"I am coming, Timothy!" Jed continued to mock the young priest as he moaned in Jude's voice, chuckling vilely as he observed his reaction.

Meanwhile, Timothy allowed himself to glimpse at who was focused on the young patient, hopefully relieving himself as he didn't note his reaction to Jed's words at all.

"There's no more time for prayers, Monsignor." Oliver exclaimed as he injected in the young man's arm the syringe.

"His heart can't handle it!" He kept on.

"Help him! Help him now!"

"Help me sedate him!" The young doctor yelled.

Timothy intervened as he held Jed down whilst Oliver injected the syringe into his arm. The priest looked up at the crucifix above the small bed, seeking strength as soon as the teenager growled and yelled. The light smashed in the room as it panicked the both men as they ducked to protect themselves from the shattered lightbulb.

A small amount of froth formed in the young man's mouth, subsequently he began to shake violently as it resembled a seizure.

The exhausted nun watched through the small iron door's window the exorcism process when Sister Mary Eunice snapped her out of her thoughts as she warned her urgently about one of the inmates' is in the cordiac arrest.

Instead of responding to the younger nun, she opened the cell's door as she noted, being convinced that Jed won't survive as he was experiencing a heart attack.

The both nuns witnessed the final seconds of the young man's life, while the Monsignor prayed. "May the lord who frees you from sin save you and grace you."

Meanwhile the young doctor gave the teenager's motionless body CRP.

As Jude and Mary Eunice watched gloomily, Jed let out a sudden gasp, sitting down. He collapsed back on the pillow as Oliver gave him CRP again, counting every beat as Timothy's prayers.

"He's dead."

Jude looked at as Timothy looked up at her. An abrupt creaking sound of falling crucifix from the wall, sourced a click on the stone floor. Meantime, the younger nun who watched silently all this, fell backward on the floor as her brittle skeleton landed on the cold stone floor as the 3 adults' fright awoken in them, due to the flump.

"Sister?" Jude murmured whilst Oliver rushed to the younger woman's helpless, immobile body.

Likewise the older nun interfered as she helped the young doctor with Sister Mary Eunice as Timothy watched them just before his prayers to Jed.

***

A few hours later...

When all patients were back in their cells after the occurred aware, Jude paid a visit to the infirmary to see Mary Eunice as she wanted to make sure if she was alright.

Moreover, the older nun had already spoken with Jed's parents, informing them about their already dead son as they sank in somberly grief as they had just lost a hope in everything.

It was around midnight as Jude was in her dimly lit office, released out of her dark wool wimble her gorgeous, glossy curly golden hair as it acquired the freedom to cover her upper back. What the nun can feel is the insomnia's hand tugging her to the hollow with its somber, haunting phrases that she heard from the possessed teenager earlier tonight. She got still flashbacks when she and Jed were alone in the room as she was trapped by the devil that lived in his frail, vulnerable body.

She was sitting on her desk, her both hands covering her entire face as her hair was ruffled, shaping a golden sacred halo around her. She sobbed to herself, hearing those atrocious, ugly words from Jed's mouth as she hoped Timothy hadn't heard them or hadn't paid any attention to them, at least.

A mild pat on the door interrupted her dark thoughts as she removed her hands from her pale, cold face, rose her head as she exclaimed "Yes?".

Timothy entered in her office as he shut the door behind himself, walking up to her desk as he sat against her, noting her slightly tear stained face that had sank in tears, self pitiness and shame. Further, he pursued for her hazel eyes as her head was lowered no longer after she noticed a tall, similar figure standing in front of her office's door through the mosaic glass. She didn't even dare to look up at his eyes in shame as she knew right away what would happen next.

"Hello Sister." He said with soft voice as his sharp, decent British accent accented on his pronounciation.

"H-hello, Father." She stammered, barely having any stamina to speak.

"Are you okay?" He asked concerned as he was quite sincere, benevolent man. Especially as a priest, who cares for every person, regardless if it's either a pious or a regular face of the society. He was more concerned for her rather than for anyone else. Even more than Sister Mary Eunice, who had by her side as always.

All of a sudden, the older nun's face grimaced as she didn't want Timothy to see her puffy, reddish eyes after welling bitter, merciless tears in her eyes.

"I am." She lied as she preferred to conceal her real face behind another mask rather than her real herself that exposed what's her true form actually.

He inhaled as he swallowed hard in his throat, his fingers reaching for her bended chin as he tilted her head as he accessed to have a better view of her face visually. Most of all, her hazel eyes were critically puffy, reddish. His mouth was slightly agape as he recognized her recent condition as he whispered.

"Oh god, Jude! You don't seem alright at all."

What she actually she did was to shake her head in disagreement, disproving his words.

At last, Jude questioned him as if he was alright, thereafter receiving a positive response for him as they discussed about their tough night with Potters' family a handful of hours ago.

Then she stood from her chair as she walked slowly, tiptoeing around him as she didn't take her hazel eyes off him as her face dimly blushed. He observed her with puzzled face, scarcely having an idea why she was doing this. A foreword was about to emit from her, as she took a couple of seconds to think what to say before saying it directly. Her heels clicked dramatically against the floor she set a foot on. Further, he was distracted by her released hair from the conservative wool wimple that covered almost every inch of her glossy wavy hair. He tried to not admire her bouncing hair as much as he can.

"Why do you even care for me?" The older nun inquired, refraining herself from sobbing as a small notion of crystal, almost ready to well in her eyes, salty tears to pepper her face with wetness, purifying her vision.

He just stared at her like a wounded hare, raising an eyebrow in confusion as he could really tell she hides something from him. He was obnoxiously sure about it. Although Jude's prissy disprovements.

Instead of hesitating, Timothy got from the chair as he walked up to Jude slowly as with every step he got closer to her, more uneasy she got. Additionally, she attempted to take a step backward though his proximity got closer and closer, alternatively clasping his protective, affectionate arms around her shoulders, pulling her in a tight, amiable embrace.

Jude couldn't help as her body betrayed her solemn vows, throwing them away like a dusty essence in the void. As soon as her chest pressed to his ribs, absorbing mutual warmness, in the interim her arms were wrapped around his upper back. She closed her eyes as she craved this moment to last not for just a second or a minute. She wanted the eternity as the time had stopped. Moreover, she hankered for this to happen, as a result of accomplishing

Once they broke off the embrace, she distanced herself with a handful steps backwards, giving him a sheepish smile like a schoolgirl.

"I think you know why I do care about you. You are my right hand...my rare bird."

He offered her an innocent smile as she relieved why he actually cares about her, besides she can perfectly recall the heart-melting things he told her that she's his rare bird, his right hand. Her face was being vaporized ruddy after hearing them sequentially. She was feeling better. Further off better than a couple of hours ago with the exorcism, the possessed boy who exposed the nun's past and at last but not at least, Jed's death.

"Are you feeling better, Sister?" He asked concerned.

"Yes, I do. I'm...fine." She responded his question honestly with a slight stutter.

"Glad to hear. I advise you better to have an extra rest for now." He dangled an arm around her shoulder to soothe her, embolding her to efface her prejudices and young man's taunts earlier tonight.

She couldn't be more thankful, as a result of his caring, clement nature that comforted her, framing Jude in a total different light. When the absenting presence and comfort weren't interceding to her, otherwise she was the miserable, stern, furtively grim nun who all wants love, comfort and understanding. Nothing else mattered to her with exception of those three prominent needs of every human being. Nevertheless, when Timothy was nearby and giving her either of the things she wants, she wasn't the stern nun anymore. She was rather mere woman who have lastly found peace with herself.

"Thank you, Father. I am wishing you to have a good and fresh sleep. Good night!" Unfortunately, her eyelids were building its heavier ounce, nearer to close abruptly as her frail skeleton was betraying her, fatigue overpowering her body, plaguing every active and passive muscle. A coy, humble smile formed on her lips as she offered him as he returned a bashful, boyish smile to her. A light yawn escaped her lungs.

"Thank you. Good night, Sister!" Just seconds before he fled, he kissed her forehead as her face all turned red, acquiring sheer rosy tinge, sensing his soft lips contacting her sensitive, creamy forehead's skin as it sent shivers down her body of sweetness and dim embarrassment.

Then he reluctantly left her office as she stopped sensing the protecting, warmness that he ensured her a couple of seconds ago with his wrapped arm around her shoulder, the kiss on top of her head and his concern for her after hearing Jed's mortifying words though he didn't believe him at all as he preferred to hear everything from the love of his life.

Once she was all alone and desolated with her thoughts, fears and prejudices in her dim light office again, she locked her glass door, quickly unbuttoning her wool dark habit as she wore nothing else but her red negligee and her lingerie that protected her body from Briarcliff's usual, insufferable nocturnal coldness which wasn't single issue midst the inmates, guards, besides nuns.

Without hesitation, she turned off the lights as she hopped up in her compact, sufficiently spacious bed, blanketing her body in warmness as she tightly closed her eyes, her slightly wild golden hair spilled over the pillow.

As the cold, morbid night was passing straightforwardly, the unbearable, zealous harrowing flashbacks from earlier tonight with the possessed boy haunted her mind as she couldn't sleep, flip flopped on one to another side, without finding a comfortable sleeping position after everything. The words that Jed addressed her murderer and whore didn't leave her mind in ease. She was strongly hoping Timothy didn't hear either one of these or even both words in once. Otherwise, the explaination to the questions would be convoluted as she thought pessimistically to herself.

On other hand, she drowned in her mind as she recalled the sweet, promising alone moment with Timothy who paid a visit to her office to see her if she was alright after the exorcism, thereafter comforting her in a hug and kissing her temple, leaving behind traces of overwhelming memories that won't left her already intoxicated mind for the rest of her days.