This story is completely mine except for the name/place of characters. All rights belong to AHS creators. This is a work of fiction and should not be published or distributed. I do not own the rights to the characters used in this story.
**This story will follow closely with the story line of AHS season 8 but I will add/remove some parts as it goes along. For the most part the beginning chapters share the same dialog as the show but I will embellish more as the story progresses and it starts to deviate from the original show. There will be some mature stuff later on so I will give it an M warning it will just come later in the story. Pretty much this is a Mallory/Michael fluff fic no other OC characters will be added to the main story line. I will only add names if they weren't given any in the show (: This is my first fic so if you like it let me know, otherwise enjoy!
All she remembers is light at first. The light of the sun as it shone through the billowing trees. The light that she felt when her mother laughed at one of her father's jokes. The light when she looked into deep blue eyes, light she never thought to see again.
Ch. 1: The day the world ended.
My dreams always start the same way. I am reaching for someone, but I can't see who. Then the walls start coming in, blacker and blacker until I feel as though I can't hold one more ounce of air in my lungs until it all I see is blue. Particularly the bluest of blue eyes. I can never tell who's they are though or why they bring me the most comfort. I had never even seen someone with that shade of blue before in real life so why would these set of eyes bring me comfort in my dreams. This usually is the question I have when I wake up, except it was dark when I woke up. At first I didn't know where I was or who I heard breathing next to me. Then it all came back with the sound of that fucking ringtone. I threw the dead arm of the man beside me off and scrambled to the source of what woke me from my slumber. Sifting through the discarded clothes on the floor I found my cell phone and cursed under my breath at the name that was on the screen. Coco. That one name causes my pulse to accelerate and my stomach to twist in on itself. I answered as fast as I could and regretted it immediately.
"Where the FUCK are you Mallory?" Coco screamed into my ear.
I held the phone away from my ear as her tirade of curses and berating continued.
Taking a deep breath I pulled the phone closer to my ear to try and appease the mess Coco was.
"I am sorry Coco, I didn't hear my alarm this morning."
"Maybe if you weren't fucking the entire west coast you would of woken up and I would not be sitting here waiting for my morning coffee you dumb slut."
"I am so so sorry Coco I will be there in less than 15 mins I swear."
"Whatever Bitch just bring me my fucking tea."
The line went dead and with it came even more anxiety. I scrambled together my clothes from last night that were strewn around the room. As I was putting on the stubborn fish nets that refused to go on the right way a hand grabbed my ass. I turned around and was shocked to see the guy from last night awake with a lazy grin on his face. Sure he was cute, short brown hair with green eyes and dimples for days, he just wasn't the same when not under the influence of neon lights and alcohol.
"Hey babe. Why are you in such a hurry come back to bed" he mumbled to me throwing in a lazy smile that would make any other girl melt, unfortunately I had the fear of Coco in my heart and no lazy smile would make me stay.
"I'm sorry," I said as I pulled my dress on, "My boss called me. I gotta go or else I am going to be dead. Literally."
I pushed myself out of his grasp and raced out of his bedroom. In the back of my head I had a thought, 'What if I did just stay in bed with him all day? What if I said no to Coco for once and enjoyed a lazy day with this cute guy that actually wanted me', but I knew I couldn't of done that. No matter how much I wanted to.
I made it to Coco's house with one minute to spare. Holding her grande green tea with skim milk in my hand and a peace offering of a blueberry scone in the other (she can never resist the blueberry scones). I entered through the side kitchen as that was were most of the workers are supposed to come in from. Coco was yelling at the maid over how horrible her breakfast was when I walked in.
"How can you be so stupid. Do you not realize that I could buy your whole goddamn country. Who gave you the right to think I would enjoy my eggs over easy you dumb fucking-"
"Here Coco the grande green tea you asked for." I placed the tea in her hand and the scone in the other. For a minute she seemed to forget about why she was yelling at the poor woman. I looked to the maid and made a motion with my head for her to leave. Luckily she understood without having to be told directly. Unfortunately it left me open for scrutinization from Ms. Coco St. Pierre Vanderbilt. Joy.
"You know fishnets were popular in the early 2000's which would make sense as to why you are wearing them now considering everything you wear is outdated." Coco said, while taking a bite of her blueberry scone.
I looked down at myself, at the ripped fishnet tights and sequined mini dress that I wore out to the club last night. In her defense she did have a point. Fish nets were so early 2000's.
"I think I need to change real quick. All things considered." I said while pointing to my off brand outfit.
"If you aren't back by the time I finish this scone then consider yourself fired." Coco said shoveling another bite into her mouth.
I ran as fast as I could up the stairs to the one of the many side rooms in Coco's house that she had graciously given me to stay in while being her assistant.
Hey at least it beat having to pay rent in LA.
I put on a red/black striped shirt. A black moto jacket. Black pants with thick red lines down the side. Some black boots and a nice Versace fanny pack that Coco had given me after wearing it only one time. To finish I wiped the leftover makeup from my face and put a page boy black hat on my head to hide my unwashed hair. I ran downstairs so fast that Coco had just popped the last bite of scone into her mouth as I entered the kitchen.
"You're late. Let's go I have a hair appointment with Gallant in 20 mins and I can not miss it." Coco said while grabbing her phone and turning to walk out the front door. I raced ahead to grab her purse and keys and followed behind my ruthless boss.
In the car Coco was going on about how one of her friends from the club was backstabbing her instagram posts when she knew that Coco wanted to become an influencer. In all honesty I had heard that story a million times, that was the thing with Coco, she was always obsessive. Instead of listening I stared out the window and watched as we past mansion after mansion leaving into the Hills. As the images started to blur I saw a pair of bright blue eyes staring back at me in the same one's I had seen in my dream. I jumped confused by what I just saw. Normally when I see them I am unconscious and know that they aren't real but to see them there felt so different, they felt.. real, almost as if I could reach out and touch the face of who they belonged to.
"Geeze what is up your butt today Mallory. What, did you see yourself in the reflection. That would make anyone jump." Coco chided.
I turned and looked at Coco. She wasn't all evil as she sounded. I knew she was helpless and could barely stand on her own two feet which is why I stuck around in this shit hole of a job. I felt like she needed me more than I needed her.
"We need to post a story on Insta of your morning for your followers, or else we could be losing them fast." I told Coco, distracting her from whatever insult was about to come out of her mouth next.
When we got to the hair salon I said a quick hello to Gallant who had been doing Coco's hair for years after they met at some club function. Coco and Gallant could talk for hours and not wanting to be berated the whole time I decided to explore some of the shops around the salon. We were in the heart of Beverly Hills, so naturally I ended up at Starbucks needing a caffeine fix of my own. After waiting almost 30 mins to get my coffee I walked in and out of shops on the drive. Many were far to expensive for my credit cards and Coco would kill me if she found out I went shopping on her dime, not that she would notice as someone else does her bills for her. I walked into a grocery store and was browsing the juice selections, I had just seen something about it trending on Twitter and I knew that if Coco was taking part in that she could gain even more followers. I had just picked a nice watermelon one I thought she might enjoy when a arm reached past me to the other juices. I looked up and was met with the same blue eyes as before, this time on a mans face. I gasped, dropping the bottle of juice I was going to get Coco, effectively splattering it on the floor and mostly on the man in front of me.
"What the fuck dude" the man yelled.
Shaking my head I saw that his eyes weren't the blue I thought but a soft green instead. In a spur of embarrassment I grabbed a random bottle off the shelf hoping that it would at least be satisfying to Coco and not complete trash. Running to check out and leave that embarrassing episode behind me I paid the cashier for what turned out to be a greener juice that I thought and left. As I walked back to the salon I could not stop thinking about what had happened back in the store. I had thought… surely I hadn't mistaken the eyes. They felt so real again. I knew my dreams were weird but for them to carry over into my day time was rare and frankly upsetting to me. Maybe it was the boy this morning telling me to stay or the stress from Coco but I was officially losing it... and fast.
I made it back to the store just as Coco was done with her new look, which didn't look much different to what she had before in my opinion. I ran in with the juice, hoping it was still trending and hoping she would at least like it.
"Take a sip so we can post. Cold press juice is trending super hard right now. You're gonna get, like, 10,000 likes in ten minutes." I told Coco.
Coco took a sip while I snapped a quick pic of her. The bottle had barely touched her mouth when she spit it back in disgust towards me.
"Are you trying to fucking poison me? This tastes like turtle shit. You're supposed to be my personal assistant mallory Do you even know me? Could you just go and get me a macchiato so I can rinse this taste out of my mouth?"
'Fuck,' I thought, 'I knew I should of gone with the watermelon on this one.'
I turned to throw away the juice and run to Starbucks again when a loud honking noise and tires screeching stopped me in my tracks.
"Are the Kardashians filming out there?" I thought out-loud.
Then the sound came, from all of our phones. A warning, one I never thought I would see.
"URGENT ALERT- BALLISTIC MISSILE THREAT INBOUND TO LOS ANGELES. SEEK IMMEDIATE SHELTER. THIS IS NOT A DRILL."
"No it's bullshit. It's a hoax. It's like that time in Hawaii. They're gonna text in, like, a minute with a retraction." Coco said. Then her phone rang, showing a face time from her dad.
"Oh Hi Daddy. How's Hong Kong?" Coco asked.
"Coco, listen to me." Her dad said partially coming in and out.
"Oh, you know what? We have a terrible connection. I'll call you after I'm done.."
"Just shut up and listen. The missile alert is real. In less than an hour, Los Angeles is going to be a crater." Coco's dad said seriously.
I felt my heart drop through my stomach. This couldn't be real.
"Wait, Daddy, you're scaring me." Coco whined.
"You can still be safe. There are four spots reserved for our family, but your mother and brother are here with me, and we're not going to make it. A car is coming. It'll take you to Santa Monica Airport A private jet is waiting so go. So go. Now." Her father urged.
" Wha..What are you talking about?" Coco said.
"Your mother and I love you very much. Wish we could be together again, but it's too late. Just try to be happy, baby." Her mother and brother joined her dad in the frame. All three looking shaken as if this really was their last goodbye.
"Oh my god." Gallant breathed.
"That's the only thing that matters." Coco's dad said before the connection cut in a cloud of white smoke. Stunned none of us could move.
"No. No. No. No. Was that real?" Coco asked.
Without even thinking I went into autopilot recalling only what her father had just said.
"We gotta go Coco. Come on. Come on." I said while tugging her to her feet. Her expression still in shock and phone in hand. We ran outside past the screaming women on the street. I led us to the black escalade sitting across the way and jumped in. Without even checking to see if Coco was belted in I turned to the driver and told him to go. Coco still in somewhat of a shock started to dial for her boyfriend Brock. When he answered she sounded even more worried.
"Brock where are you?" Coco said. I couldn't hear his response but I assumed he would of been at his office at this time seeing as it wasn't even 3 o'clock yet.
"Brock, I love you, I don't want to live without you. Get to Santa Monica Airport. There's a plane waiting for us." Coco cried. But I knew what she did too, there was no way he was going to make it to the airport on time. But she still had to try.
I kept looking at my phone and tried to call my mother, my father, anybody really but could not get through to anyone.
"Look I can't get ahold of anyone. My mom's going straight to voicemail. I gotta go home Coco." I said, panic easing its way into my throat. 'What if they were already dead,' I thought, 'What if this really is the end."
"No No. No. No. No. You need to stay here with me. Okay? Take my brothers ticket. Mallory you know I am helpless without you. I'm worse than Elton John. I don't even know how to work a dishwasher or open a door. Besides, after the bomb drops, there won't be anything to go home to." Coco said a sad, almost pathetic look crossing her face.
I thought about for a minute. On one hand I really wanted to know what happened to my parents but on the other I knew she was right and that survival was the only thing that mattered.
"Okay." I reluctantly said. I started to fiddle with the bracelet on my left hand. It was a small beaded like bracelet with only the letter M on it. I don't remember where I had gotten it from but I knew that it brought me great comfort any time I needed it.
We both turned to the front to find the car at a complete standstill, traffic overflowing the streets. People running everywhere. It. was. Chaos.
"Why aren't we moving?" Coco asked the driver.
Then a loud thump hit the front windshield, cracking the right side and leaving a trail of blood all the way down. A body. A man's body laid right on top of it all. His eyes shut as if he was sleeping.
"Oh My god" Coco cried
"Jesus Christ" I screamed.
"Oh my god." she cried again.
"People are committing suicide to escape the blast." I said, the only thing that would of made sense. Our driver pulled to the left, throwing the man's body to the ground. Speeding away to try and reach Santa Monica airport as fast as he could, leaving the carnage and chaos behind.
As we got to the terminal we saw only one plane in the hanger. As soon as our driver stopped I raced out of the vehicle to try and get all our stuff onto the plane as fast as I could. Not even bothering to think about why there was already suitcases in the back of the car. Then we heard another car pull up and in it Gallant with some ancient women in his passenger seat.
"Coco. Coco wait." Gallant called. Coco stared in disbelief at them, while I continued to run back and forth between the car and plane.
"What are you doing here?" Coco asked. Confusion crossing her face.
"I overheard your dad." Gallant stated pulling suitcases out of his cars trunk. "There's four spots. Room for all of us." He came around to the front of the car to stand in front of Coco. "This is my nana Evie."
Evie curtsied while saying "How do you do?" as if this was the 1800 fucking hundreds.
"No I don't know what are you doing? Brock is gonna be here." Coco snidded.
"He's not gonna make it. It's chaos out there." Gallant said dropping a suitcase on the ground. Feigning shock he added "Jesus what happened to your hair."
"What are you talking about?" Coco asked while reaching for the top of her head, "Okay fine just get on the plane."
I had finished packing all of our suitcases into the cargo holder and was just checking the inside of the plane when I heard commotion from the tarmac. Coming towards the plane was a sea of neon yellow vests, with them the faces of an angry mob. The driver pushed Coco back and started firing off rounds, I turned and could see Coco on the phone, no doubt talking to Brock. I looked back at the crowd and made a decision.
"Coco." I called, "It's now or never." I didn't get to hear her response, I only saw her mumble into her phone with a somewhat pained expression then quickly turned to run up the steps behind me while the driver shut the planes door; locking us in. As the engines started up I looked out the window and saw our driver, the one who had protected us beforehand, being over taken by the angry mob. Along with their cries and angry fists on the planes door. But in no time we took off, leaving behind the chaos once more.
After a few minutes of sitting there quietly, me thinking about how all those people just wanted to go to safety but ended up dead, the others… probably thinking about themselves. I looked out the window and again saw the same pair of blue eyes, this time they seemed to be laughing at me… if that was even possible. I turned my head away from the window to look at Coco. Surely she must know what's going on. But she just looked back at me with the same lost expression a child has when they can't find their parents in a grocery store.
"Where are we going?" Coco asked me, as if I was the one piloting the plane.
"Didn't your dad tell you?" I asked. Coco just looked at me shaking her head. I sighed and got out of my seat, "I'll find out."
I walked down the small hallway to the cockpit. Normally I would of been met by at least one stewardess but it seemed eerily quiet on this jet.
I knocked once. When no one answered, I turned around and looked at the others. Seeing their also confused faces I turned again and knocked, this time harder than before. After no response I wiggled the door handle and to my surprise it popped open. To everyone else's shock, and my own, there was no one in the cockpit. I turned and looked at the others breathing "There's nobody there."
Gallant was the first to look at me and shout "What?"
"No stewardess?" His grandma asked in confusion, "I guess i won't be ordering the fresh cut fruit."
Then the plane was rocked sideways by a huge shockwave. Screaming and holding onto the seat for dear life, the plane tilted sideways as if we were falling in midair. Just as quickly as it had started it ended. The plane was righted, turning to look in the cockpit I saw the controls steadying themselves. 'That was odd' I thought. I heard a gasp beside me, thinking Coco had seen what I saw I was just about to ask her what we should do when I saw the orange mushroom cloud. It looked frozen in the sky, no doubt this was the cause of our plane almost plummeting to earth. It was like a scene from a movie, to good to be real. But I knew, as did everyone else on that plane. This was the real god damn thing.