After Cally fled Briarcliff as soon as possible, she sprinted fidgetly, out of breath in the abysmal woods as the sole light source was actually the moonlight. She didn't pay enough attention to her surroundings at all even if her clothes are going to be teared down by an occult beast. She preferred to be either ravaged by a wolf or be as far as much from the mental hospital rather than to be under Father McKenzie's iron fist. He was not only a tough cookie, further, he was exceedingly irresponsible who all cared about his crucial needs instead of about the inmates welfare and its institution's sustentation. 

Her heart still throbbed ferociously, unceasingly in her ribs as her irises modified as they returned into their mere amber color, her supernatural strength and viltality vanished abruptly, running like a lost little girl through the dark forest in the middle of the night. 

She was committed to Briarcliff almost five years ago because she was accused in mass murder of policemen, who didn't stop to supervise her due to her doubtful actions, concealing variety of jeopardies though she was innocent and they attempted to arrest her for being almost harmless, subsequently using her supernatural powers as the demon lives in her, awaring her whenever she's endangered and she murdered them in self-defense with her hand grasps. Furthermore, she was a married woman to a sailor, having three lovely children along as they were married for over a decade. When her husband heard of her crime that she committed in self-defense, he scarcely believed it and he carried on to love his wife and support her, in spite of her notorious name she achieved, thanks to killing ten police officers and her devilish force. Thanks to her name, the Boston's citizens would know her as the demon woman. On the contrary, they would somewhat like her, due to the fact Cally exposed Father McKenzie's gloomy, profound secrets as once the devil prevails her soul, she knows everything about everybody even the pettiest detail behind their action. Almost no living soul liked the young, aspiring and selfish priest. Especially by judging his morals and wrongdoings yet he does and redoes in one of the most flagrant asylums in Boston, Massachusetts. 

***

As the guards in the women's wing abided motionlessly in the hallway, awaiting for the worst once Father McKenzie entered in the hall as he banged off the door behind, strolling aloofly as his walking gait was far from tactical. His youthful, appealing face grimaced, acquring its grotesque sulk when his vexation verges. The hairs on his neck bristled, as a result of his anger. He glimpsed glaringly each guard as he craved for firing them immediately though the urge of yelling and blaming them and menacing them to be stripped off their positions, otherwise if they keep on with their irresponsibility. 

The guards' eyes widened in deference as they were fixed on the tall figure that sauntered around them, rendering them even more high-strung. The juvenile priest wasn't underestimated. Even more by his upstanding and diligent guards though they failed to prove him this time they are exactly what he thought of them. 

"Gentlemen, you failed to stop one riot! That's not what a diligent and responsible employer does!" He commenced substantially with his exclamation, without taking his cold, fulfilled with discontent and disappointment, azure eyes off them. Then he sighed in frustration. "You cannot realize how much does it cost us about her welfare and she should stay here until either she is being cured, she dies or somebody determines to adopt her. She's mentally unstable woman." Alexander proceed gravely.

"But Father, this woman was as quick as a bullet!" One of the guards interrupted him as he expressed his vision on the happened.

"I don't care how quick she was! It mattered yout versatility and swiftness, Mister!" The same guard swallowed a solid lump in his throat shortly after the Monsignor yelled at him exasperated as well. "She needed to be caught by this time. I am clearly disappointed by you, guys!" In he meantime, Father McKenzie wiped his perspiring eyebrow with a thumb. "I expected more from you as guards but not as sluggish fools."

Their biles rose up in their throats as they were livid and affected by the word he addressed them though they refrained to demonstrate their direct, unthinkable wrath they owed to Alexander for his deeds, insults and morals. They just stood and listened to him.

"My disappointment will peak if once again it repeats like that. Somebody will be kicked out of their position and I will be just relentless."

They just nodded their heads in agreement, affirming his words as they comprehended their consequences at last. Without daring to looking into their eyes, due to the chagrin, he strolled over the women's wing front door just seconds to flee away, he simply said:

"Good night, guards!"

Afterwards he slammed the door without any regret as he was brazenfaced.

***

"Mommy, can you sing a lullaby for us?" Tristan insisted as Jude sat on the edge of the bed, fondling each child's heads, running her delicate fingers through their already grown hair. 

"Of course, my lovely angels!" She accepted without hesitation as her loving, warm smile radiated profuseness of love, warmness and optimism. The smile that her children worshiped and perceived it as a God blessing. They admired it from the bottom of their hearts. 

"What a lullaby?" Ellie's delirious inquisitiveness was sweet and mildly fatiguing in the same time. She was just her mother's brunette version.

"Oh, sweetheart!" Jude inhaled serenely as she ran her fingers through her brunette straight strands that framed her pure angelically, beautiful face. "It's a surprise." She responded very softly in mockery. 

The twins and Agnes couldn't help, nonetheless, giggling as the blonde joined them as her small stomach laid on the silky blanket, watching them in flabbergasted as she admired their cuteness and grace. She adored them to death. It molted her heart like a heart shaped ice cub, throbbing in her chest of iginiting love. She couldn't take her hazel eyes off the precious angels she and Timothy made with humongous, impassioned love. The children's smiles sparkled like stars as they were beyond excited to listen their bedtime lullaby.

"Baby's bed's a silver moon. Sailing o'er the sky. Sailing o'er the sea of sleep. While the stars float by" Jude began lullabied them as she caressed their soft hair with her fingers as their eyelids grew its ounce, flattering imaginatively as the former nun's singing voice reassured them whether spiritually, mentally and physically, aiding them to fall asleep rapidly. No words needed to interrupt the lullaby as they cherished and relished it. 

"Sail, Baby, sail. Out upon that sea. Only don't forget to sail. Back again to me."  She furthered  as her song swam in the sufficiently extensive room, fetching a soothing and levelheaded nocturnal atmosphere. Their wee ears rang as they heard her soft voice jingling and tickling like a feather poking their sensitive, milky skin. 

***

The twins and Agnes had a dinner as they were bathed, changed in different clothes as they were put in the bed to sleep, wrapped up in convenient, silk blanket with kisses and lullaby, sang from their mother as she was the sole music talent in the entire family.

Whilst Jude was sitting on the couch, watching attentively as she followed almost every detail, Timothy prepared for himself a tea since he was in mood to drink hot teas and he really liked them, regardless if it's summer or winter. 

All of a sudden, after the new passed about a car crash again just like almost everyday, thereafter the news' journalist commenced with a new that caught Jude's attention instantly, jingling variety of hymns in her ears. Whether astonishing or just panicking:

"Tonight Briarcliff is shook by the escape one of the inmates, who possesses supernatural strength and vitality!" 

In the interim, Jude wiped her sweaty temple with the back of her hand as she didn't want to hear about the snake pit where she spent 15 years as a nun and then a couple of days as an inmate, who was at first destined to spend the rest of her days inside the madhouse's walls though Timothy realized his brutal, loathsome mistake and he got her out as soon as possible. She inhaled sharply to herself as she thought:

"Ugh! Again about this hell hole!"

"Sweetie? Is everything okay?" Timothy held a mug of hot tea as he came from the kitchen, ambling up to Jude as she seated on the couch, her eyes fixed on the television screen as they watched the night's news after 10pm in the evening. He wore a radiant, optimistic smile. 

Jude peeped over as she turned to Timothy as he leant, planting a kiss on her cheek as she giggled uneasily, inviting him to join her on the leather sofa and he sat next to her.

"Yeah, everything is okay, Tim! Why do you ask?" She inquired teasingly as he left the mug with the hot beverage on the coffee table, wrapped an arm around Jude's shoulder as her hazel eyes pursued for his, their lips inches away as their proximity diminished as she pressed lightly her lips on his. 

"You seem absent-minded." He clarified as she gave him a quizzical look as they couldn't help to not supress chuckles that floated in the living room like radioactive waves. 

"If you say so," She paused as she naughtily sat on his lap as he didn't utter a word against it. Meanwhile her head rested on his chest as she slightly reclined, giving him an access to her bare pale neck. Timothy's hands grabbed her by the waist, holding her as she adjusted her sitting posture. Her muffling inward laughter ressurected Timothy as she gave him a gamely grin, gleaming on her face as his smile broaded. "...there's a reason why!" Jude furthered as their eyes were darted to the television screen as one of the news' reporters began:

"This evening something incredibly unbelievable happened in one of the most notorious asylums in Boston, Massachusetts!" It was the same reporter who took a reportage in the bookstore where Lana presented her book Maniac. The young woman's voice sounded stern, emotionless as she was inside the demolishing mental hospital's walls. She was near Father McKenzie's office as he stood in front of the reporter with hands in his pockets, his icy blue eyes staring up directly at the camera.

"Oh!" Jude and Timothy sighed astounded as they beheld on the television screen the young priest who is going to sue the Howards as there isn't any signature of the former priest of the church for releasing the ex-patient Jude. Their utter attention was namely focused on the news' reportage. 

Once Jude saw the young priest with the light eyes and dark hair, she was panicked how Alexander is capable to take such severe responsibility. Not only as a priest of the Roman Catholic church at such fragile age, but also being capable to run a private facility with hundreds of mentally ill patients and limited quantity of staff people though it was all Father McKenzie's fault why it experienced its deficit. 

"According to the staff guards and Father McKenzie himself, a patient under the name Cally with preternatural might as she transformed in something more than a human as her irises' color drastically changed in a matter of seconds and speaking diabolical speech with a deep voice. It's pressumed she's actually possessed by the devil." The reporter carried on as she grasped in her hand the microphone whilst Father McKenzie's frown glowed, impatient like a little boy who just visited a toy store to get his present as his parents buy him the toy he yearns for mostly. He chewed his plump, dry lips. 

Instead of speaking the coupel, they just attentively listened, catching every remarkable detail behind the journalist's foreword before her brief reportage with the priest who is the most well-informated person in Briarcliff about the transpired issue. 

On one hand, Jude and Timothy were wrily confound as they didn't believe the demon's spirit can dwell with such ease even in patients' bodies, besides vulnerable souls just like Mary Eunice used to be for example. On other hand, it startled them as they hoped they don't encounter Cally in the forthcoming future, in fact she was possessed and if she harms aimlessly any Howard family member, otherwise there's a greater danger for them. If Cally dies, on the contrary the evil can dwell fluently in somebody else's body. Especially of an impotent, inculpable soul. The blonde arched eyebrow in perplexion whilst Timothy held her, relishing the alluring fragrance of her long golden wavy hair that reached momentarily his nostrils. She lifted her hand as she cupped his jawline in her palm, her fingertips caressing gently the senstive skin of his jaw. 

"However, Cally was lastly seen a few hours ago by the guards even by our prominent guest here." The slightly older woman fixed her microphone as she aimed it to the juvenile monsignor as she wanted to hear his worldview on the happened. "So Father McKenzie, could you please tell us a bit more about the happened and if it's all that true!?" The brunette posed the question professionally as she gave him the opportunity to speak on the microphone, handing it immediately to him and holding it in his colossal hand.

"Well, Cally was one of the weirdest patients I have ever supervised in Briarcliff since I took this institution in my hands and rulling it with an iron fist. She was actually an odd woman, known as a mass murderess of cops not longer than five years ago as she was subsequently committed to Briarcliff, shortly before the former monsignor resigned from the church!" Alexander paused as he swallowed a lump in his throat, seconds before continuining spunkily with his commentary. Meanwhile, the brunette journalist nodded her head as she just evoked a simple "Mhm!", without cutting him off as she deeply respected every person who had its chance to add a special commentary on its reportage. 

"It's true she's possessed by the devil. She has supernatural powers as nobody else does there. Nevertheless, have you ever wondered what was the worst issue that occured tonight?!" He scoffed a rhetorical question as a mischievous grin distort across his lips on grotesque face. "Guards told me when one of the guards was unlocking her cell to go to sleep, she charged her head with her whole strength, bumping it in his as she ran away though the guards were after her and I witnessed partly this as I walked through the corridors of the institution until I saw her sprinting to the front door breathlessly. She was like a bolt." He kept on as he cleared his throat dramatically without hesitancy.

Afterwards the couple couldn't help as a guturral cackle brought them joyous tears, gushing down their faces due to Father McKenzie's risibility of his monologue. 

The journalist nigh the young priest cackled too as she didn't suppress successfully her laughter at all. Moments later, the brunette halted to laugh as she took the microphone back, holding it tightly in her hand.

"So, I would like to thank you for telling us what exactly happened, Father!" A smug smirk waved up in the corner of his mouth as his smiling eyes shut for a while, feeling honoured for giving a commentary about Cally and her escape. His forehead creased reluctantly. "It was such honor to hear your point of view about this insane woman and her escape! But..." When Alexander heard the keyword But he was extremely sure what would be the imminent question that is going to jab him as his smug smirk faded away, replaced with a sudden unimpressed frown, smoothing out his face. "...we have noticed something beneath criticism about this facility and it has to do with the patients and the staff. Furthermore, opulence of patients are complaining about the gruesome conditions and the poor-quality food and maddening meds they are ensured with. Could you explain to us why as an administrator of Briarcliff, the funding money aren't invested in improving the conditions?" The brash question that the reporter posed to the aspiring, stiff-necked mosnginor hit him like a lighting bolt from the sky. 

"With all respect, I reject to answer this question!" He aloofly replied, without expressing any kind of an emotion. 

"Okay! It was pleasure and honor to hear your commentary, Father McKenzie!"

Then the news' journalist continued with the farther night news as Jude and Timothy were already absent-minded as they preferred to hear their own soft breaths, moans and low voices rather than the news. 

Meantime, Timothy's lips started assaulting Jude's neck with feather and affecionate kisses until they grew aggressive as he used his teeth to nibble the sensitive skin of her creamy neck as she tightly shut her eyes, groans of pleasure escaped her lips as her other hand held the back of his head as she removed it from his jawline, tugging his hair. 

"Oooh!" She felt slightly folds damped as her heart raced, her mouth being capable of uttering in low voice syllables and vowels. "Don't stop!" She begged for more as his fingers circled her abdomen as he slightly lifted up her satin casual halter top to her collarbones, exposing her lacy black bra, his hands traveling all over, up and down her mellow torso as her moans were frequent.

In the meantime, she nibbed his earlobe of ginormous pleasure as her moans reached his ears, ringing holy anthems. 

Then he cupped her breasts as his lips moved up to Jude's lips, crashing against hers as they deepened the kiss as she cupped his cheek, without opening her eyes as it increased her pleasure. Beneath his palms, he sensed through the lace bra's fabric her erected nipples as they wanted to make it out though their children were already asleep and didn't want to bustle. Jude rubbed her rear against his hard-on as his groans of pleasure sailed in the living room. 

To be continued...