Miss Katherine (AHS) {Discontinued}

Chapter Twenty Six (Apocalypse)

Constance and Katherine enter the house, grocery bags in their arms. '' I apologise for being late, Flora. '' Constance calls as they enter the kitchen. '' But Helen had to go into minute detail of every tiresome moment of her niece's Bat Mitzvah. '' She and Katherine begin unpacking the groceries. '' The amount of money people throw away on a thirteen year old is...''

'' Constance...'' Katherine interupts her. '' What, dear? '' The older woman turns around to see what Katherine is looking at, and the two of them share a look.

Blood is smeared on the door of the refrigerator, along with a smashed cookie-jar that lays on the ground. '' Flora? '' Constance calls out, only to receive no reply.

Spotting a blood trail on the floor, Katherine is followed closely by Constance. Entering Michael's room, they find Flora dead, lying beneath the young boys feet, who smiles happily, cookie crumbs falling from his mouth. '' Kitty! '' He exclaims, his arms reaching out for Katherine.

Gripping the doorframe, Constance holds a hand over her mouth. '' I'll get the, the...uh...'' She composes herself. '' I'll call the police. I;; have to convince them that she took her own life. Could you...'' She spares a glance at Michael. 

Katherine nods. '' Yeah, I've got it. '' She moves towards the small child, scooping him up in her arms. '' Ugh, you're getting too heavy to carry, little man. '' She groans as she takes him into the nearby bathroom. '' Let's get you cleaned up, shall we? '' Michael chuckles as Katherine begins to run him a bath.

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When Constance finishes speaking to the cops, she makes herself a drink. '' At least she wasn't hanging from the ceiling like the cats. '' Katherine says as she walks in, a now clean Michael in tow, dressed in a fresh pair of pyjamas.

The older woman spares another glance at her grandchild, then takes another swig of her drink, offering Katherine one, who politely declines. '' How can you remain calm about this? '' She asks in a hushed tone, as to not alert Michael, who now sits happily on the kitchen table scribbling in his colouring book.

Katherine shrugs. '' I've seen my fair share of death, Constance. '' She replies. '' I'm no stranger to...to the strange. ''

Three Years Later

Michael's Sixth Birthday

Fussing her way around the kitchen, Constance weaves her way past Katherine. '' Okay, I'll go and wake him up. '' She washes her hands and quickly dries them. '' The little angel is late to wake on his own birthday, oh and he's gonna be late for school. '' She complains. '' Could you...''

'' Constance. '' Katherine smiles. '' Stop worrying, go wake up your grandchild. '' She sips on her coffee. '' I've got breakfast, I'm not a complete idiot. '' She moves towards the counter, but stops, seeing the look the older woman is presenting her with. '' What? ''

'' You burned toast in the toaster. '' Constance states, while Katherine shrugs. '' You keep changing the setting. It's way too high. '' She pauses. '' At least I can make porridge correctly. ''

Chuckling, Constance leaves the kitchen and makes her way to Michael's room.

A few minutes later, the older woman enters the kitchen, footsteps following her. '' I hope you like your toast well-done...'' Katherine stops talking the moment she turns around. He mouth parts slightly, eyeing a young man who seems to look her age stands behind Constance, wearing very small clothes. '' Kitty! '' The young man in question beams, rushing past his grandmother to embrace Katherine.

The tall brunette freezes in her place, the young man latched onto her body. '' Michael. '' Constance mouths to Katherine, who, while very confused, wraps her arms gently around the young man, as Constance pours herself a large glass of alcohol.

'' What's for breakfast? '' Michael asks, letting go of Katherine and sitting himself at the table, waiting for a reply from one of the twom women in the room.

Katherine is snapped back to reality when a second batch of toast jumps out of the toaster, burnt. '' Uh, how does porridge sound? '' She questions. Michael nods, smiling at the young woman. '' Okay. '' She nods to herself, her voice strained.

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Later that night, Constance awakens to find Michael looming over her, his hands around her throat, squeezing. '' You don;t tell me what to do anymore. '' He states, jaw tight and teeth gritting.

'' K-Kath-Katheri- '' Constance struggles to call the young woman for help, then thanks God when she sees gentle hands place themselves over Michael's own. '' Hey, come on. '' She pulls him off of Constance, her voice gentle and soft. '' You mustn't hurt your grandma. Come on. '' She pries his hands off the older womans neck, the cation snapping him out of his trance.

'' I'm...I'm sorry. '' Michael whimpers, ashamed of his own actions. '' Can I have a glass of water? '' He asks as Constance sits up. '' M...M...May I? '' Constance corrects, her throat sore, causing more tears to stream down Michael's face.

'' Yes. Yes, you may. '' Constance nods, also crying. '' Why don't you go with Katherine, and she'll help you, okay? '' Michael nods and takes a hold of Katherine's hand, who leads him down the stairs to get a glass of water.