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The 9th Circle AHS/Outcast Crossover

A/N: This is my first time doing a crossover, decided on Michael Langdon from AHS/Kyle Barnes (the main protagonist) from the show on Showtime Outcast based off Robert Kirkman's comic. Plan on this being multiple parts. Let me know what you guys think.

There was a crunch, a crash, a sharp sting under foot. It was just enough to pull Kyle Barnes from his reverie. Lost in thoughts, the pain didn't seem real. It seemed fleeting, as if he had read about a poor soul somewhere in a country far off that was suffering; it was far enough to make him not read the full article. But there it was, actual pain.

He lifted his right foot to see broken glass embedded among calluses that looked older than he did. There was a car windshield below him, fractured and concave before he had even taken the step. There was a moment, a pause between breaths, in which he couldn't remember where he was, what he was doing… He looked up, trying to find context to the blood running like red spiders along the cracks in glass.

There were cars piled on one another, as if a giant toddler had pushed all of his toys into the corner, breaking them in the process. Rusted metal jutted in every direction; glass had broken and coated the insides of all of the husks. They had been shoved against a skyrise that had probably been coated in glass at one point as well; instead, it stood hollow. Gray concrete matched the sky. Rebar reached out, beckoning.

He looked behind and saw a trail of bloody footprints climbing the cars behind him. The pain must be old, but he couldn't remember it. Stepping back onto the car's hood, he lifted his other foot to find the same shredded skin. Why did it feel familiar? How did he get there?

Michael Langdon called out.

He screamed a tone that flitted easily through the vacant buildings. He danced through rotten food, left uneaten even by animals. He shook the pieces of street lights still strewn in the roads. Kyle pushed dust away, pressing forward like a physical beast pouncing on any waiting ears. Kyle found Michael; that sound filled him. He could feel it reverberate through his body, threatening to shatter his bones where he stood. Michael whispered though. Everything around him shook and yet Michael whispered into his ears.

He whispered Kyle's name without words. He whispered his being.

UP.

Kyle had to get higher. Why had he stopped? He never stops. Stopping is dying. He ran as fast as he could, scrambling, half crawling up the ruined metal. WHY DID HE STOP? Michael was there and every new cut and scrape and pain was nothing when he was there. He was the only thing that mattered; that and getting away from him.

The buildings sighed and groaned as the air grew stale and full of something else. Nothing poured into the block; nothing filled the first floors and filled more. Michael was coming. Nothing was his herald. Nothing was lifeblood, was breath, was decay. In the distance, another apartment building collapsed in on itself, but nothing didn't care. Buildings don't breathe. Kyle breathed. Michael breathed nothing.

He was sobbing. At some point, he had vomited or tried to. It was a dry heave of bile; he hadn't eaten in days, weeks? Metal protruded through his right hand, caught up in the mad dash and being dragged along in his skin. He bled all over, but none of it mattered, none of it even managed to reach his conscious thought. There was only up. Go up. Run. Never stop. He reached. Just a little bit more and…

Nothing.

Kyle awakened from his dream drenched in sweat he was still here in the hospital after his psychotic break or so his family thought when they didn't believe him that something was coming. Someone entered the room.

"Please," it tumbles out in a wet sob, "please kill me."

Turning his head down, Michael brings his hand to rest on the sweaty dark mop of hair, "you know I can't." He pushes away, scrambling backwards as his scent beings to overpower his last shred of humanity. The thump-thump of his heart pounding his head.

"Get out then." A whisper thrown from his lips, his body clinging to what sanity he has left. When he does not move he grabs the pillow tossing it in his direction, intentionally missing his head. "I said get out!" He hates how Michael looks at him, sorrow in those deep baby blue eyes. Anger, at himself for wanting to live, for forgoing his family values and for being turned, and at him for that pitiful look he gives him; boils upwards

"I'll be right back." He moves slowly, the air rushing in filled with the most wonderous scent of fresh warm blood. As if something occurred to him, he stops before the door is closed, peeking in. "Don't leave. Stay there." When he is gone, he staggers from the floor. There is quickly drying blood, brown splotches marring the white sheets of the bed. He can smell it, a strange mix of chestnut and mint. It's not his but the beast who he willingly submitted to. It lingers around him, that sweet smell he knows intimately, inside this bleached room he recognizes that he does not crave the fear ridden veins outside, but the cold heat of his creator.

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June 25

Outcast is a supernatural horror story that chronicles Kyle Barnes, a man whose loved ones have been involved in demonic possession since his childhood. With the help of a clergyman, he tries as an adult to unveil what lies behind the supernatural manifestations and why he seems to carry special peculiarities. The story began in Outcast #1 (June 25, 2014).

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Amazing realistic paintings from Southampton based realist painter Kyle Barnes at https://www.kylebarnes.co.uk/ "Man with gold ring", oil on canvas, 76 x 71cm, © Kyle Barnes

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