Prologue

Her raven hair dipped down her back as she scrubbed down her kitchen stove before using the burner to make pop-corn for the random movie she picked to watch in a few minutes. She sighed wiping away the sheen of sweat that threatened to drip down her forehead as she threw the now dirty sponge into the sink filled with hot water and soap, proceeding to dry the burner with a towel before flicking the dial to the highest setting.

"God, you'd think someone would scrub this kitchen other than me, but no, I always have to because I can't stand cooking food on a dirty surface." the girl muttered sarcastically under her breath as her cellphone rang in her pocket. 'Mom' flashed on the screen boldly, her fingers contemplating flicking the green icon across her screen to answer.

"Hello?" her voice was monotone and uncaring.

"Chloe? It's mommy, your father and I will be running a little late, our dinner reservation wasn't until six fifteen. I'm sure you can cook for yourself can't you?" a huff of irritation threatened to boil over. Typical, another night of her parents out to where-ever without her. After all, it's been happening since she was fourteen. They just stopped being around, stopped doing things for her. They stopped being parents all together, leaving Chloe to fend for herself.

"What else is new mom?" the word felt so out of place in her vocabulary. "If you were just going to hint that you would be out all night again, for the third night this week, don't bother. I don't care anymore."

"Chloe Marie Stapleton! I am your mother-" her voice clicked off as Chloe disconnected the call.

"Some mother." she mumbled again, setting a thing of jiffy-pop popcorn on the hot burner. Letting it settle on the heat. The crackles filled her ears as she moved the handle absentmindedly. She thought about inviting her boyfriend Kyle over, but then decided against it, knowing he had a test in trigonometry that next morning. She rolled her eyes in annoyance, sometimes being alone got boring. She wanted someone to hangout with, watch movies, be a normal person with actual friends, not be a statistic, being the "cheerleader" with the "quarter back of the football team" as her boyfriend. She often wished she wasn't popular, because in the end, popularity is a word with no meaning. Her life wasn't set in stone with how many parties she attended, or how far she and Kyle got while he was in her bedroom, that was set in high school.

Chloe was never happy anymore and popularity was to blame.

The phone rang once more as an unknown number greeted her eyes. Answering it anyway, she figured it was a telemarketer.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in buying anything, please do not call again." breathing on the phone caught her attention. "Hello?"

"Who is this?" a seductive voice asked her. Chloe blushed.

"Oh, god, I am so sorry, I thought you were someone else."

"Is this Rebecca Miller?"

"No, I'm afraid you have the wrong number."

"Do I?" the male asked almost teasingly, Chloe couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah. It's alright. Hope you find who you're looking for eventually." she slipped her phone back into her pocket as the pop corn finished up cooking. She filled a bowl with the kernels and flopped on the couch, flicking to the Syfy channel, maybe a little Nightmare on Elm Street could lift her spirits. The buzz of her phone echoed in her ears, muffled by the cushions of the couch. Seeing the same number from a few minutes ago made her smirk.

"I'm still not Rebecca Miller." Chloe teased. The male voice laughed.

"I know. I just wanted to call and apologize. I get annoying pretty quick."

"Ah, it's fine. I don't mind, I'm lacking the company."

"Alone too, huh?"

"Yeah." she answered back popping the buttery puff into her mouth.

"So what's your name?" he asked.

"Chloe, you?" he laughed again

"I don't trust so easily, how do I know you're not a serial killer or something?"

"Fair enough, stranger." her hand turned up the volume as Freddie's voice left the television speakers.

"So you like scary movies I hear." he replied referring the the menancing voice of the bladed man.

"Love them." Chloe responded. "They keep you guessing who the killer is."

"So, Chloe, what's your favorite scary movie." the switch of his voice made her shiver.

"Halloween, by far. You?"

"The one where the girl is in the house alone, and someone keeps calling her, saying 'check the children.'"

"Oh, when a stranger calls?" she asked.

"That one! Yes. That's a very...realistic one." Chloe perched herself on the edge of the couch.

"How so?"

"The girl looks a lot like you." the popcorn she held clattered to the floor with a thud. Her blood ran cold.

"What did you say?"

"The girl looks a lot like you." he repeated slower. Her eyes darted from window to window.

"And how do you know what I look like?"

"Because I've been watching you, Chloe. I've been watching you for months actually, trying to get into that little head of yours and figure you out. I was always curious to why you go out with a cheater. Don't you have a little self respect? Or are all cheerleaders stupid sluts who spread their legs out to the foot ball team?"

"Listen asshole! I don't need to take this from some freak who's jealous. Kyle loves me. He would never hurt me." his harsh laughter consumed her.

"Is that what you think princess?" he mocked. "Kyle Greenwell fucks any girl he wants, and you're his little one trick pony for when he wants to be paraded around. Face it, you're a prop. A status. You mean nothing." her finger slammed on the end call button as a sob left her throat. She went around locking all doors and windows, shutting the lights off. Vibrations echoed.

"STOP calling me. I'll call the cops and report your ass. Or better yet, I'll let Kyle take you!" she growled.

"Oh, Mr. quarterback is going to fight for a girl who he cares nothing about."

"Fuck you!" she seethed.

"Now, now. Don't be harsh. Kyle and I are together right now. He's a bit...tied up at the moment to talk."

"Where is he you sick fuck?" she yelled, walking window to window.

"Turn on the porch light." he whispered. Her fingers slid to the switch, shaking slightly as she flicked it upward, coming face to face with him. Blood leaked slowly down his temple as tape stuck to his mouth, tears sprang to his eyes as his muffled screams left his mouth. His hands were tied as were his feet. Chloe cried harder.

"Let him go! Please don't hurt him anymore!"

"Don't cry for a cheater doll-face. It doesn't make you look so pretty."

"Shut the fuck up and let him go!"

"Shhh...relax. It'll all be over and Kyle won't hurt you anymore. You don't deserve it."

"You're hurting me. Please, let Kyle go, and we can forget everything. I won't call the cops."

"I'm not hurting you, he is. He's killing you inside by being unfaithful."

"Stop it!"

"Turn off the lights. I can't let you see this." he whispered, her eyes seeing a cloaked figure with a blade to his neck.

"No! Kyle! No! STOP IT!" she screamed, banging on the glass. The cloaked hand grabbed the tape from Kyle's mouth, ripping it off.

"Chloe! I love you baby. I love you so much." he yelled. Sobs racked his body.

"Kyle..." she muttered weakly sinking to her knees.

"I hurt you Chloe. I can't live with myself anymore. He's right. I cheated on you. I cheated since we've been together. I love you, I don't know why I did it. Please, forgive me." her heart sank.

"Please..." she muttered, the banging of her hands becoming weaker.

That's when his throat was slit.

That's when her screams echoed harshly in his ears.

That's when he ran off with the knife in his hand. A few blocks up, he stopped and waited. That's when the sound of a gunshot, rattled through the peaceful air.

They could finally be together forever.

It was all because of him.

Hey fanfic readers! This is my first fanfiction for American horror story! I wanted to go to a scream movie type vibe. I think I did a pretty good job for the prologue and switching things up. This is AU. I hope you all like it!

Please R&R.