1. Gaslight


    Date: 10/10/2015, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: lucywild, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    lapsed into silence as the gaslights all went out at once, plunging the asylum into darkness. “Come on, we need to move quickly!” Evelyn ran forwards and I followed, ignoring the panicky yells of the private peelers nearby. The gates had unlocked when the power went down and we were able to squeeze through and across the grounds to the asylum before anyone knew what was happening. Once we were inside, Evelyn lit a lantern and strode quickly along one corridor after another before we reached the incurable lesbian ward. I stopped by the first cell and glanced in through the plate glass window at the shadowy figures within. Evelyn turned back and glanced through just as we heard moans coming from within. As my eyes adjusted to the dark I could make out the forms of two naked women entwined on the bed inside. The sight of the two of them aroused me beyond belief and I found my hand sliding across Evelyn’s back. She moved towards me and turned to my face, breathing heavily on my neck as I stared at the sight within the cell. “Come on,” she muttered, as if awakening from a daze. “We haven’t much time.” Reluctantly I turned away from the cell, following Evelyn through yet more corridors until we reached the warden’s office. “Now what?” I asked as she closed the door behind us. “Now we wait for the power to come back on.” As we sat in silence, the lantern began to flicker and die out. As darkness took over, I found myself reaching out for my companion, taking her hand in mine and ...
    bringing her towards me. I waited to see how she’d react and to my eternal relief she didn’t pull away, her arms wrapping round my back as her lips brushed over mine. With a clunk the gaslights flared into life and Evelyn turned away, flicking switches on the panel before her. “What did that do?” I asked, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Those ones opened the cell doors and this one stops the main gate from locking. We just freed the inmates from Gaslight Asylum.” We ran from the office, finding the corridors filled with bewildered patients, some naked, some dressed. A steady exodus streamed towards the main doors as the private peelers came running in. For a moment there was a stand off but the peelers were hopelessly outnumbered. Kicking and screaming they were dragged into the cells, the doors slamming shut after them and autolocking into place. We joined the inmates outside as a phalanx of steamcrates landed by the maingate. “Where did they come from?” I asked, surprised by the lack of pilots. “We’ve been planning this for a long time,” Evelyn replied. “1892 is going to be the start of a new era.” We took one of the steamcrates and she took us back through the sky towards Whitby. “What happens now?” I asked, looking around me at the countless crates heading away from the skyisland. “Won’t the council just send them all back?” “Not if they want the inmates to keep quiet. You should read about things they did to the poor souls up there. The council will be forced to repeal ...