🩸Antichrist🩸

Chapter 3: The deal

Description: A young girl is about to start her life after high school. Unfortunately for her, a certain blonde who has never accepted no for an answer learns of her existence before he is to put his purpose into play

A/N: Recently just learned that this pic was slowly starting to head into the direction a few other Michael Langdon fics have gone. Im starting to change my plot as I don't want them to be that similar, please accept this train wreck of a chapter

Warnings: Swearing, violence, mentions of death and dead things.

Word Count: 1.7K

Chapter 2: Awakening

Description: A young girl is about to start her life after high school. Unfortunately for her, a certain blonde who has never accepted no for an answer learns of her existence before he is to put his purpose into play

A/N: Still no Michael in this chapter but he will appear in the third chapter :)

Warnings: Swearing, violence

Word count: 1.4K

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Your parents burst into the room. Their baby girl was a puddle of disaster, shaking on the floor. Mom swooped in to hold and rock you into relaxation. Dad however picked up the crow and let out a loud sob. Cries of pain racketed through his body as mom started to weep. It was almost uncomfortable. Your parents had always been really strong and watching them breakdown in your room was… strange. But of course they would. The sight in your room was something most only see in movies.

“It’s all my fault” dad mumbled over and over again to himself. With a bright red face and a heart with no hope he stood up and walked out of your bedroom.

Mom gripped onto you as if you were her lifeline. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to sweetie, we can get away from here”, she bawled.

“If I don’t want to do what”, you shrieked.

It only caused your mom to stand up and run out of the room, her face in her hands, leaving you with no answers.

Your summer was ruined by this whole ordeal. You never felt safe. And at least one of your parents always watched you. So much for a fun summer before the responsibilities of adulthood hit you. There was 3 weeks left until university. Your parents became insufferable. They felt like a falling branch was a sign you were going to die that day. Dad had been trying to sell the house, while mom worked on convincing you to let them buy a house closer to you. You had no plan of allowing them to do that.

Tonight you were going to pack your car and start the road trip to Yale. You wanted to take these last two weeks and drive across the United States. Discover what you could and enjoy what was left of your summer. You were scared, there was no doubts about that. But you carried that rosary with you everywhere and it kept you protected. You believed that more than anything. Now, it wasn’t like you were a believer in the bible. You just felt as if the rosary was a gift from that crow, and a symbol of protection. Mom decided to make a roast dinner tonight to send you off.

In the meantime, you packed what was left of your room to pack. Instead of bringing everything with you, you only brought essentials. And decided that you were going to do a total room makeover at your new apartment. So only your favourite things were going with you. Lovingly, you started to pack art journals, and items of sentimental value into the last box. By the time you had taped it up, mom shouted that dinner was done.

When you entered the kitchen you saw that both of your parents were wiping tears off their faces to appear to look happy. You ignored it and just tried to enjoy your last night. Jokes and laughs were shared around the table, along with more tears. There was an overwhelming sense of love in the room. It was as if there had been nothing terrorizing them for the last 3 months. Leaving was very difficult for you. And your parents of course. But it was hard for you. You had never been all on your own before. It was always inevitable, but still a shock. Driving away was the hardest thing all night.

Jumping into your car you sat in the driveway for just a few minutes. Looking up at the home you were about to leave. Leaving your family behind at such a horrible time. Something was itching the back of your brain, as if it were telling you not to go. It didn’t matter now anyway. You had to go.

The key turned and the ignition roared. Letting the car get to temp, you said a quick prayer and put the rosary on your mirror. Taking a quick glance up, you could see a crow sitting in the middle of the road. Staring you down. In front of you was your parents standing on the door steps. Mom shaking like a leaf. Dad with a stoic look on his face, waving a subtle goodbye. You gave him a curt nod. With that you pulled out and started your drive.

You had been driving for about 45 minutes when you decided to stop at target. A wave of uneasiness came over you. When entering the store you saw just how dead it was. The dim lighting flickered as if it were a prop in a Saw movie. You shivered and just walked right in through to your destination. Heading straight for the snack aisle you grabbed a bag of your favourite chips, a bag of jolly ranchers and a party sized bag of m&ms. You also decided to grab a case of Dr. Pepper.

The lady in front of you at the cash had an edge to her aura. She was an older woman, with a very short pitch black haircut. Her clothing was very witchy and she was buying strange items. Cow tongue, salt, sewing needles, duct tape, bleach and rubbing alcohol. You knew that you should not talk to or make eye contact with this woman for even a second.

“Are you alright dear”?

It was like you manifested her to speak to you. Looking up in disdain, you tried to make yourself look tough. You didn’t want to make her think you were an easy target. Everything about her gave you red flags. You didn’t want to stereotype, however…

“Yes I’m fine, just trying to get home”, you responded meekly. The opposite of tough. The woman gave you chills. It made your bones freeze and your brain feel like jelly. The cashier gave you a pitiful smile when the woman left and you could not get checked out fast enough.

When you walked outside of the store there were no cars in the parking lot. Not even yours.

“Are you fucking kidding me!”, you dropped your bags and grabbed your hair in frustration.

“Need to get home fast”?

You turned around and came face to face with the scary woman. “I-“

“Just come with me, us women need to stick together. There are some real weirdos out there”, she spoke. It was airy and non bothered.

“Listen lady, I appreciate the offer but I need to get my car back. I only have a week to get home”.

“Then let me drive you to the police station”, she smiled and started to walk towards her car, just expecting you to follow. It was on the other side of the street under a crappy street light. It was similar to the light in target, in the way it flickered.

With a sigh, you grabbed your bags and followed. She was offering to drive you to the police station so of course she wouldn’t do anything bad right?

You got in the car and closed the door carefully, making sure not to slam it or disregard the favour she was doing for you. You took in a few deep breaths. You felt vulnerable without the rosary. It was stupid to feel that way. It was just a silly cross connected to some silly beads on a stupid string. It’s not like it could actually protect you or anything.

“So where ere you heading to”? The woman beside you sounded cheery.

“To my new place. My roommates are expecting me so I really do need to hurry”.

Shit.

You shouldn’t have even said anything.

“Oh that sounds fun”, she smiled and kept driving steadily, avoiding the potholes on the road. Your eyes started to get heavy.

“You have a boyfriend or anything”?

You looked over at her and narrowed your eyes. “I don’t think that really matters now does it”.

She shook her head and chuckles lowly. “It sort of does sweetheart”. She slammed on the breaks and slapped her hand over your mouth. You started to flail around trying to get away from her. You hadn’t realized she had locked the doors and couldn’t get the door to open. Your eyes started to droop and your vision was blurry.

“I’ll fucking kill you for this”, you muffled into the rag. Your voice was groggy and you couldn’t hold on for much longer.

CHAPTER 1: Warning

Description: A young girl is about to start her life after high school. Unfortunately for her, a certain blonde who has never accepted no for an answer learns of her existence before he is to put his purpose into play

A/N: please please just give this fic a chance 😅 IK that was a shitty description, I’ll update it as we go on. The first chapter is a slow introduction to the reader and her current family situation. Next chapter Michael will appear in a more significant way. I’m trying a new style of writing and I’m not sure if I like it. Please please give this little multi-chapter fic a chance :)

Content warnings: Swearing, blood, death, mentions of satanisms, religious symbols.

Word count: 1.2K

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   The wind was chilly outside of your small, rundown high school. The bricks starting to crumble and the roof leaky. ‘Last day in this fucking hellhole’, was all you could think to yourself. You had finally finished. No more creepy corridors that looked as if they swallowed students whole. No more broken bathroom mirrors, or missing stall doors. The out of date chalkboards would be left behind as you started your journey to success. 

   You had a full ride to Yale. The last 4 years of hard work had paid off. It wasn’t like you had ever dreamed of going to Yale. To you, all universities and Ivy League schools were the fucking same. They had such prestige because of the money that pours into their pockets. That prestige is what helped get jobs. You couldn’t deny however, that a small piece of you was delighted. Yale was extremely hard to get into and you did get in after all. It made your parents proud. 

   Mom came from a rich family from the south, and never doubted that she would be admitted to the Harvard Law program. She passed with flying colours despite being a slight ditz. It was very Elle Woods of her. Your dad on the other hand went to Yale on a full scholarship. He was smart, but had little to no money. He could never rely on his family to help and support him. They were money hungry and never thought about long term comfort and only short term luxury. 

   Nevertheless, he always said it was just the New Yorker way. All things belonging to the ocean fascinated him. That encouraged him to become a marine biologist. Dad decided to move to Los Angeles to pursue his career. Mom moved to LA to live away from the southern bell stereotype she felt chained too. The quaint up and coming aquarium is what brought them together. Dad was obviously trying to start his career and that led him to work there and Mom was wild and free and wanted to enjoy her new life and see cute little sharks. From then, they had a spark like no other. They got married 6 months after that and then 9 months after that you were born. 

   It didn’t matter to you that you had young parents that didn’t start out well off when having you. Your childhood was happy. Going on boats and diving with dad and sparking your interest in biology. Mom ignited a fire in you like no other with her fierce attitude and skills of persuasion. She taught you to be passionate in your career. They were both positive influences on you, who had influenced success from a young age. More than anything though, they wanted you to be happy. To them it didn’t matter if you were a neurosurgeon or a starbucks barista. Your happiness was always their first priority. But seeing you go to an Ivy League school like them did make their smiles beam just a watt brighter. 

   A cold raindrop splashed on the tip of your nose, breaking you from your trance. You came to face the shit show of a school. The bus you were supposed to get on long gone. “Fuck”, you muttered. 

   It was a 20 minute walk home if you took the short cut. Pulling out the pink foldable pocket umbrella from your bag, you started the walk home. Dying trees lining the sidewalks full of cracks and random change no one cared to pick up.

   Dragging your feet, you thought of dinner tonight. “I hope we have spaghetti tonight”. 

   A loud ‘caw’ noise came from behind you. Turning your head you see a large crow go for your head. You didn’t even think they could fly in the rain. Dropping to your knees you covered your head with your hands. The bird landed gracefully before you and tilted its head as if it were a confused little puppy. In its beak it held a chain. The chain dangled and sparkled. The bird dropped it and just sat there on the imperfect sidewalk. 

   “This is so fucking stupid”, you grumbled. 

   Reaching forward you grabbed the cold chain off the ground. The bird made no movement. The wind picked up and started to swirl loose leaves everywhere. The sky started to turn a darker colour. You immediately felt uneasy. Looking behind you, you see a boy. He does not look much older than you. He was maybe 4 or 5 feet away. Blonde waves swooping infant of his face, adorning a bright yellow t shirt. Odd. You just thought that all blondes hated to wear yellow. Opening your mouth to speak, the crow interrupted you with a shrill cry. You jumped up in fear and started swatting your hands around to prevent being attacked. When you turned back around, the boy was no longer there. 

   “Hey kiddo”! 

   You jumped and looked beside you. There was your dad in his little blue Honda Civic and large nerdy glasses waving at you. “Saw that crow tried to make a meal of you”, he chuckled. 

   You let out a snort. “Yea that was pretty ridiculous”, you said in disbelief. Dad patted the passenger seat. Putting the chain in your pocket, you walked around and hopped in. 

   “Thanks, its been a weird day”. He let out a deep laugh. “I could see that”, he hummed as he turned left onto your street. Fumbling with your phone, you started to think about the guy you had seen earlier. He was really creepy. A deep frown set onto your face. 

   “Is everything alright pumpkin”? You looked beside you to see Dads worried face. “I think so. Did you see that blonde guy when you drove by me”? 

   Dad frowned, “There was no one else on the whole street sweetheart. Now grab the groceries out of the car. Moms making sketti”. 

   Letting out a sigh, you grabbed the reusable bag your dad always brings grocery shopping. On the side it had a fleet of cute cartoon sea turtles and said ‘Save the turtles, Buy a reusable bag’. It made you giggle every time. He was like a VSCO girl. Opening the door you kicked off your shoes and set the bag on the counter. Dad had pulled Mom into a deep kiss. It was gross because it was your parents, but you strived to have a relationship like they did. 

   With a small smile, you started to walk upstairs to your room. It was the last room at the end of the very long, victorianesque hall. The upper floor was freezing. Your toes were chilly. Out of curiosity you pulled the chain out of your pocket while opening the door. It was a beautiful blue rosary. Upon looking up, you see the window open. 

   Odd. You didn’t remember opening it. The makeup and school work on your vanity had blown off.  Slamming the window shut, you turned around to start picking up all the fallen items. Only when you turned around you saw the large blood red pentagram painted onto your wall. Sitting beneath it was a dead crow that had been sliced open. Its innards were falling out onto the floor. You dropped to your knees screaming and crying. The rosary was a gift of protection. Your parents started to run up the stairs, crying out to you. Yearning to make sure you were okay.