The Boy Next Door

Sadistic Choices

Tw: gore, murder, and uh....*sharp inhale, sharp exhale* .... cannibalism.
I'M SORRY! BUT LIKE IT OR NOT WE NEED TO STICK TO AT LEAST A FEW OF THE CANNONS!

Anthony waited until he heard the door close, flinching a bit as the door was actually slammed. Sighing and leaning over
The dresser a bit. "Don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry..."

Slowly opening the door, Alastor stepped out onto the porch. This felt wrong, but he was still going to do it. Walking off the porch and towards the tree line, it was dark at this point and he didn't want Rosie or his mother to see him trying to do this in broad daylight. Walking towards the woods and disappearing from view of the cottage. It wasn't so dark that he couldn't see, but dark enough. Eventually hearing a footsteps not far from him he looked up. This was it, one more. A smile crossed his face as he pulled the knife from his jacket pocket. One more. That's all he needed. Just one.

Elisabeth set down the tray of tea on the table, sitting across from Rosie. "So, when do you think you will be returning to your original home?" The blonde asked, pouring herself a small amount and raising the cup to her lips. "I'm not sure, after they've moved would be our safest option. But unfortunately there's a chance our neighbours may have seen our little...interaction. And I don't exactly look like I'm in the right here." She said honestly. Rosie shook her head, setting the cup on the table. "Lissie, anyone who knows you, knows you are the least violent and most caring person alive. If you were to bring yourself to hurt someone than anyone would be able to tell you did it in some form of self defence." She said calmly. Elisabeth sighed, bringing a hand to push her hair back. "Even so...I could have caused some form of major injury. He fell unconscious!" She snapped back. The blonde slowly stood up, walking around the table and kneeling next to her. "Elisabeth. You did it to protect your family. He is in the wrong. Not you. You aren't a bad person. You would never hurt anyone for no reason. We both know that. Stop telling yourself that you are in the wrong here." She said softly, yet her tone was assertive. Elisabeth stared at her for a moment. "You're to good to me Ro." She muttered quietly. Rosie shook her head. "Again, I just try to be the friend you deser-" Rosie was cut off by a hand gently cupping her cheek, Elisabeth placing a quick peck to her lips. "You're more than I deserve." Rosie brought a hand to cover her mouth, staring at her wide eyed. "You..." Elisabeth shook her head with a light laugh, reaching to take her hand away from her face. "Yeah, I know." She said softly. Rosie took a few more seconds to process before quickly cupping her cheeks and leaning up.

"Good evening my friend!" Alastor called a few meters from the man, who turned around. "Oh, evening sir. What are you doin in these parts so late?" He asked, putting his hands in his pockets. "Oh just out for a walk, clearing my head." The man nodded at his answer. "I know that feeling. Just heading home now myself. I'm a little further up north, how about you?" He asked. "Oh I'm actually closer to the bayou in New Orleans. I'm staying with a friend for a few days though." He explained with his usual smile. "Right, you sound familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" He asked, pointing at him. "Maybe you do, but before anything else I would like to thank you." The brunette said, smile growing as he stared at him. "Thank me? For what?" He said, confusion laced into his words. Alastor reached into his pocket, taking a few steps forward. "You don't know how long I've been waiting. You my friend, are finally going to rid me of this curse I've been tasked with." He said with a wide smile. The man took a step back. "Sir...I don't know what you're talking about. I don't want any trouble." Alastor huffed a laugh. "Nor do I. But anyways...as I was saying..." Alastor grabbed him by the jacket and plunged the knife into his throat. "Thank you." The man gasped for air, eyes wide and staring at him. Alastor slowly kneeling down and bringing the man with him. "Thank you so very much."

He removed the knife from his neck and checked his pulse. Slowly standing up he threw the knife at the ground, looking up at the sky. "There you go! Two hundred, just as promised!" The shadowy figure of his entity appeared behind the body. "You did fulfil your promise...bravo." It said as it knelt down over the body. "So this is it? I'm free? No more murder?" He asked, smile crossing his face at the mere thought. The entity froze, staring up at him. "Stop? No no no...Alastor you can't stop yet. This is the beginning." Alastor's smile fell immediately. "What?! No! I did what you asked!" He yelled. "We said two hundred was a start. No no, you aren't done until the day you die." Alastor stared at it blankly. "What more do you want from me?!" The shadow glanced around. "We need to make a monster...you aren't a monster so long as you aren't doing it for yourself..." it muttered, more to itself. It glanced down at the bleeding man at their feet, an idea coming to mind. "There is one more thing we need you to do tonight." Alastor followed its gaze to the body. "What..?"