there will be a part two to this, by the way. part two will have some fiiiine 18+ content for ya. part two will have more michael also, in order to fix ryan’s ending i had a lot of info to fit in this piece.
summary when your coven sets out on the mission to destroy michael lagndon once and for all, you have a change of heart. will you be able to save the Antichrist before he meets his fate?
warning(s) cursing, death/murder, hella angst, time travel, flashback [in italics]
Ever since the young age of twelve you possessed the strange ability to tell if something dreadful was destined to happen; far more complex than just a ‘gut feeling’. The first time it happened was at the neighborhood grocery store, people scattered around the store with various items in shopping carts. A sense of danger spiraled inside of your stomach, anxiety welling within your chest. “Mommy, something isn’t right,” you exclaimed tugging the sleeve of her yellow raincoat.
“What is it, darling? Are you alright?” she said, eyebrows furrowed in uncertainty.
Unshed tears splashed against the collar of your little red jacket. “Please, Mommy. We need to leave, something really bad is about to happen,” you breathed, unable to keep calm any longer.
Your Mother sighed and let go of you reddened cheeks to continue pushing the shopping cart, “Y/n, we’re fine. We can leave as soon as I check out, okay?” Her hazel eyes crinkled at the sides as she gave you a nod and a tight lipped smile.
“No! We have to lea–” before you could protest any further the deafening sound of a gun pierced through the store. Men, women, and children scamper around the small store shrieking in fear. Nothing was as ear-splitting as the blood curdling wail that left your lips as you watched your mother’s body sink to the cold, grey linoleum floor. “Mommy! Mommy, get up!” you sob shaking her body violently hoping to wake her. The warm, crimson blood stains your small hands as a new wave of fresh tears fell from your eyes onto her still warm cheeks. Anger bubbled from inside your heart and overwhelmed your entire being; looking up you saw a hooded man with his gun pointed directly at a teenage boy at the register. You can see the man’s mouth move, but the only thing you hear is the blood rushing in your ears. Standing from the ground, your short legs carried you towards the man and you let out another thunderous shriek that sent the man flying through the glass windows. Shock at what you did caused gasps to leave many peoples mouths as they stared at you in fear.
“I-I don’t know what- I’m sorry,” you shout as you ran out of the store taking off into the empty streets. You ran as long and as far as your legs could carry you until you found yourself at a large white building with a sign that read, ‘Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies’.
******
It’s been seven years since that dreadful day, now you were with your only family left, your coven. Cordelia, your supreme, had willingly taken you in and introduced you to all the girls at the academy. You made lifelong friends, more like sisters at the academy only for them to be rudely pulled away from you. Michael his name was, had taken everything from your coven the only people left were: you, Cordelia, Mallory, Coco, Myrtle, and Madison. As you huddled together in the small swamp house in a secluded spell protected area, Cordelia began to give orders out.
“Mallory, you’re the most powerful witch we have left,” Cordelia said stroking the loose strands from the anxious young girl’s hair, “you and Coco are going to be placed under a identity protection spell.”
Myrtle spoke up from beside Cordelia, her bright ginger hair bouncing with each movement of her head, “Mallory you’ll be Coco’s assistant and Coco we’ve modeled your new identity after Madison.”
“What? No. No, there must be another way,” Coco said her nose scrunching up in mock disgust.
“Consider it an upgrade,” Madison mumbled flicking her cigarette towards the ground and stomping it out with her outrageously expensive boots.
Mallory’s tears fell from her eyes as she hugged Coco closer and looked up at Cordelia, “I don’t think I can be responsible for the lives of seven billion people.” Sobs wracked her body as she struggled to intake oxygen to calm her down.
“Yes, you can. And when the time comes, you will,” Cordelia said a sad smile curling at her lips. “And you, Y/n, you’re coming with Madison, Myrtle, and I,” she spoke softly as she pulled all of the coven, what was left of it, together for one last final hug. Cordelia and Myrtle began to chant the latin words, “Memoria unda temporis est, memoria unda temporis est, memoria unda temporis est, memoria unda temporis est, memoria unda temporis est.” Lastly, she blew a white dust into Coco and Mallory’s face, “Goodbye girls.”
*******
A burning sensation irritated your lungs as you clawed at the earth above you desperately reaching for fresh air. Dirt filled underneath your fingernails while you pulled your body upwards, worms and other repulsive critters fell from your body. Reaching the top you gulp in the fresh oxygen like you had never before, another gasp was heard from next to you. A mop of blonde hair appeared from below the ground. One by one each witch arrived, all sought out from the loud intakes of air to their screaming lungs.
Dusting off your black pants and shirt, you were the first to speak, “Well, that sucked ass. I had worms crawling up my nose and God knows where else. How long have we been buried down there?” You asked spitting out the dirt from your mouth.
“I couldn’t have said it any fucking better,” Madison added, stretching her back out dramatically.
Myrtle smiled and chuckled at your remark, “A year, maybe two. The healing properties of Louisiana swamp mud, dear.” A groan came from Cordelia’s mouth her body swaying slightly. “Delia, you felt it too?” Myrtle asked.
Cordelia turned towards you three a stern expression overlaying her features, “It’s time.
Find our sisters.”
You took the lead, legs carrying you to the black spiral of the outpost that was once ‘Hawthorne’s School for Exceptional Young Men’. Walking through the door, a feeling of nostalgia overcame your heart as you felt your sisters presence again. Running over to Mallory and Coco’s bodies you recited the spell putting both of your hands on their chests, Madison joined you and helped to finish the spell. Harsh intakes of breath from Coco and Mallory indicated that your spell had worked. “Mal, Coco? The spell worked are you guys alright?” you asked biting your bottom lip in anticipation.
Mallory pushed your hands away from her chest, “can someone please tell me what’s going on? What do you mean, spell?” She moved backwards away from you and Madison and grabbed Coco’s hand who also looked equally as spooked.
Slowly you stepped closer to Mallory, careful to not scare her, “We placed it on you for your protection. Coco, too. It kept you from knowing your true self.” You grabbed her hands and pulled her into a tight hug.
“Why?” Mallory asked.
“Because you’re special, Mallory,” Coredelia smiled pulling Mallory to her feet, “and we need you,” she pointed to Coco, “we need all of you.”
You stiffened as your ears perked up to the sound of recognizable heeled leather boots clacking against the stone floor. “How can any of you defeat me when I’ve already won?” Michael spoke from the stairway, his raspy voice alerting your fellow witches.
“You haven’t won,” Cordelia said angrily stepping in front of her girls protectively.
Michael laughs obnoxiously, a charmingly sinful smile forms on his plump lips, “Perhaps you haven’t noticed the state of the world. The seventh seal has been broken. Wormwood has fallen from the sky and turned the rivers to blood and fire. The bottomless pit has been opened and my swarms of locusts and scorpions have ravaged humanity.” With each sentence he took a step down the stairs, he was in front of you in three strides of his lengthy legs.
Feeling confident you walked closer towards Michael, past Cordelia and Myrtle. “The world can be saved, Michael. You don’t have to do this; you can fix this mess.” The twinge of danger twists inside your stomach, a feeling you haven’t felt in years. Doubling over in pain you shriek falling to your knees in front of the strawberry blonde’s leather boots. “Co-Cordelia! We must stop this!” you yell. Something isn’t right, this is all wrong, you tell yourself. Turning your attention to behind you, no one is there except for Madison. So caught up in the haze your body produced, you hadn’t noticed Cordelia leave with the others and the only one left was Madison with a severed arm/machine gun.
“Y/n, go!” she shouts grabbing your arm to pull you to your unsteady feet, “I’ll take care of him.” She aims the machine gun at his chest and pulls the trigger successfully pelting the man over and over. “Sorry about your little toy bitch.”
“Madison, what have you done!” you seethe, “Something’s wrong I can feel it in my chest. We have to stop Mallory from completing the spell.” You stumble towards her in attempt to grab her hand.
As you reach to do so, Michael’s voice interjects. His bejeweled fingers forming a tight fist, “Balneum infinitum,” and just like that Madison’s head explodes and her sticky blood splatters against your skin. A whimper leaves your lips, turning around you are met with an irate Michael. Before he can snap your neck with a snap of his fingers you run towards the almost inaudible voices reciting latin spells. “Come back here you stupid bitch! I’m going to kill you all for good.”
Pushing Myrtle away from Cordelia you grab at her shoulders, “Delia, stop! Stop! This isn’t the way. Fucking let go of–”
“This is the only way, child! Can’t you see everything he has done to the world? Our coven?” Cordelia cried, tears ruining her mascara. Her body turns back towards Mallory, shoving her head under the water.
“You’re going to send her back in time to kill an innocent child! Cordelia, I felt it in my heart that this was wrong and my abilities are never wrong,” you protest. She shakes her head and continues her desperate chants. “I hope in the future you’ll forgive me for this,” you murmur. Outstretching your hands towards her and Myrtle you shove them out of the bathroom and into the hallway where Michael’s footsteps can be heard. Jumping over the edge of the tub you dive into the water where Mallory’s body once was. Your lips move quickly reciting the spell.
“How did you think this would end? Prophecy is inevitable. I was always going to win Miss Supreme,” Michael says calmly.
You rush the words out faster and faster and duck under into the ice cold bath water. Floating, it feels like your floating and it’s blissful and serene. Opening your eyes slowly, you blink twice to clear your vision and suddenly you feel your body crash back down on earth. “Wh-Where am I?” you say rhetorically. The ache returns to your stomach, chest heaving in discomfort; a shout pulls you from your thoughts.
“This is who you are! And it’s only gonna get worse. But I swear to God, it is not going to happen in my house,” a woman’s strained voice shouts from within the house across the street from you. “Get out! Get out!”
Rising to your feet you walk down the sidewalk ready to cross the road when the front door opens and a boy stomps outside of it, sobs wracking his whole body. Your eyes lift to seek out his face, they’re met with a boyish younger version of Michael. Beautiful strawberry blonde curls that stop below his ears to frame his jaw; captivatingly blue eyes that would’ve been the most gorgeous you’ve ever seen if it weren’t for the current situation. The collar of his yellow shirt is blotched to a darker marigold color from his heavy flowing tears.
“Mi–,” you try to catch his attention, but your peripheral vision catches glimpse of a sleek black Range Rover. It has to be going at least 80 miles per hour; squinting to see the driver you spot Mallory’s long brunette locks a tiara adorning her head. Your stomach drops when you realise what she’s doing. Dashing into the street you shove Michael’s body backwards onto the vibrant green lawn of the ‘murder house’. By the time you look back towards the road, the car is only inches from you. And you feel it, the crunch of bones being impacted at full force. Glass shards from the windshield pierce the delicate skin of your arms and face. It feels like forever until your body meets the pavement again. You crash down, body sliding down the street giving you harsh road rash.
Michael crawls over to you quickly pulling you into his lap, “saved me, Miss.”
You open your eyes and look for the car your search is stopped short when you find it smashed into a telephone pole. The car bursts to flames and a feeling of guilt courses through you. Your sister, dead. She was always loyal to you, but it was the only way. A hand lays on your cheek, the warm flesh heating your burning cheek. Taking all of your strength to do so, you extend your hand to push the soft curls from Michael’s younger face. “Y/n, my name is Y/n,” you smile weakly.
He nuzzles into your weak grasp, “I’m going to save you, Y/n. Just stay with me okay?” his lips curl into a smile as he lifts you from the ground.
The last thing your eyes see is your body ascending the steps into the infamous Murder House.
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