You'll Never Find Me (Charlastor)

A strange visitor

The sun rays were touching his skin, a warm yet annoying feeling was bothering his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, his vision was all blurry and he had to put his hand over it. The sun rays were directly towards his vision. He turned his body to the side and he tried to touch the pillow, just to feel he still had his gloves on.

Alastor then frowned for a minute trying to understand, and when he tried to remember last night; a flashback of him at his victim's house popped up in his mind. Alastor jumped back and widened his eyes.

He looked down and his shirt was all marked with blood drops, dry blood. He had the same clothes he had yesterday, and he didn't have ANY IDEA how he arrived at his home. He remembers watching the man dying; James, that was his name. He saw James dying, and then - everything was black. He couldn't remember anything after that.

Alastor had to look around, he was at his home, at least. But H O W? He got up from his bed and removed his clothes. He was nervous and walked towards the small room where he washed his clothes.

He filled the sink with water and threw everything there with soap.He would take a shower first; he should have done that before, but he was so confused that he didn't think straight.

Alastor walked towards his restroom where he began to fill the bathtub. While he waited, he went to the mirror, just to see a lot of blood covering his face, especially under his nose and chin.

He touched his nose to check if it was broken. Maybe he fell over the floor and his nose bled?! He didn't feel any pain touching it. Which was odd...

He touched his chin, maybe he hit it there? No, no pain at all, just... A lot of dry blood. He blinked a few times and placed his hand over his head. He was trying to find any wound or anything at all to explain why he blacked out and why there's a weird pattern of blood on his face.

N a d a. That's what he found, absolutely nothing. He then went to the hot water, if his touches didn't find anything maybe water would.

As soon as he entered the bathtub and laid down in it he submerged his head so he could be all wet. When he emerged from it; nothing. Nothing was burning, no sting, nothing.

He was trying to find logical answers but nothing came to his mind. He began to wash himself and stopped when flashbacks of him and Charlie popped into his mind of them there.He curled his pursed lips and made a face.

Alastor frowned, he didn't want to think about the girl. Especially when he had a mystery on his hands.

After the shower following his bath Alastor dressed up and went back to the room where he left his laundry in the sink. He washed it carefully to remove all the blood stains. He washed out the soap, took them off the sink and went to his backyard to hang the clothes. It was a beautiful day outside; it probably wouldn't rain.

Once he returned, he was about to make his breakfast when he looked at the clock. If he stopped to make breakfast as he planned, he would be late for work, and he couldn't be late.

Alastor widened his eyes in surprise and adjusted his clothes before going to the front door.

He opened it and waited a few seconds... looking now and then to the inside... But what was he waiting for?! He frowned and closed the door. He went looney, that was certain.

He took off to go to his work; he could drink coffee there and maybe get a snack from the break room.

Another day of the work where people were constantly looking at him, as if they were looking for someone else. Alastor knew who they were looking for, and for that, he ignored the stares at him. He was acting like nothing really happened before.