To The End || Michael Langdon [AHS]

- I can't lose you too, Flower.
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November 2015.

It was eight at night when Michael Langdon showed up at Mae's house unannounced.

Earlier today, his grandmother made it perfectly clear that she finally had enough of his actions by calling a priest over to help rid the evil that resided in him. At first, Michael went along with the meeting to make Constance happy, but as soon as the head of her church brought out a crucifix, he gave into his urges after a wave of excruciating pain traveled through him. Without hesitation, he snatched the symbolic item from the priests hand, before swiftly slitting his throat with the sharp edge of the cross.

Michael had watched with fascination as the man's blood stained the pearly white carpet. He wasn't sure why he took that certain course of action, but there was something about the way he executed the murder that thrilled him. A part of him found it humorous that he used such a sacred item to commit the deadliest sin, and on a priest no less.

It was then, his caregiver had enough. His grandmother had been so horrified at his actions, she asked him to leave while she took care of their new problem.

Michael knew he done something terrible by the way Constance smiled at him. Although it was normally a gesture one would associated with happiness, her smile screamed heartbreak. The blonde knew that she was angry, and that he should probably give her some time to herself before coming back home.

Even when it began to pour, he decided to stay out. He wandered the streets for hours, his blonde curls stuck onto his forehead and his pastel clothing soaked up every drop that met his body. As the sky began to turn dark, the little boy in Michael felt scared. He didn't want to be alone, and cold. So, he started to make his way to a familiar house. One he knew he would always feel accepted in.

When Mae first heard the knock, Michael had been the last person she would have guessed to be at her door in the middle of the night.

Thinking it was probably one of her brother's friends, Mae made her way to the front door with a scowl on her face.

"What?" She growled out, prying the door open and glaring the person before her. Her eyes soften when they landed on Michael's shivering form. "Mikey. Hey, what are you doing out in the rain?" She then quickly grabbed onto the boy's hand and brought him in without hesitation.

As Mae closed the door behind them, she heard a sneeze escape from Michael, causing her to pull the boy up to her room.

"Try not to get my room wet." Mae ordered as she ushered Michael in her room, locking the door behind them. She then turned on her heels, facing the blonde she grew to call a friend over the past few months.