All that's on my mind

Is that really me?

Nighttime came up and the town went to sleep. Though that was the time, Ryder pulled the black clothing out of his closet and changed into the black attire. He put on the hood and as a final touch, he added the necklace with the upside down cross. The pitch black skull mark on his cheek appeared and his eyes glowed red. Ryder opened the window and jumped out. Wings sprouted from his back, just as black as the cloak he wore. He hadn't seen any people look at you, so his plan was fairly simple: he'd fly to your house and watch over you. There was no blood thirst this time, only the desire to own you. Every cell of his brain was consumed by you, your eyes, your smile, your smell, your beauty. He could only think of you. He wanted you. He needed you. No matter who was in his way. Ryder was ready to do anything for you.
You on the other hand walked down the street with Katie and another boy. He has insisted on keeping you „lovely Ladies" safe, just incase the mysterious murderer decides to attack you. Little did that poor boy know, Ryder watched his every. Single. Move. Katie and you entered her house and he got on his way to go back home. Almost at his home, he heard footsteps. He stopped. The boy knew something was behind him and he feared it was the guy who had stabbed him a few days ago. „Did I not make myself clear, Mark?" The boys hair was on its end. That voice....was it? Before he could react, he was lifted up  by his throat. Mark looked directly into the burning eyes of Ryder in his grim reaper form
„W-What?"  „Haven't I told you to stay away from
Y/n?" „Y-You d-did" „Then why are you around her?" „Y-You k-know w-what I-I" „Shhh. I know you walked Katie and Y/n home today. From what, I don't care. Last time I promised I'd kill you and I am a man of my word." Ryder pulled the knife out of his cloak and held it to Marks throat. „I want you to do my a little favor, Mark." „W-What's the favor?" Mark asked, hoping he could get away with his life. But Ryder had plans. He dropped Mark to the floor and put his foot on Marks chest. „So this is the favor you have to do for me; scream." Ryder said in a deep, threatening voice before slowly dragging the blade across Marks skin. It was not deep enough to kill him, but it caused immense pain, once Ryder started to leave several of these cuts all over Marks body. „Come on Mark, scream for me." He said and pushed the blade through Marks wrist. Now Mark screamed at the top of his lungs. Before, he had been biting on his lip not to scream and now even his lips were bloody.
Marks POV
The grim reaper turned me around and started to drag his knife along my back. I couldn't help but scream. The whole down must have heard it. I lost lots of blood but would I survive? I hoped so. But my hopes were destroyed by the grim reaper forcing me to look at him. He had blood all over him. My blood. It made me dizzy, I wanted to puke but I heard his amused voice „Awww, hoping you can survive? Mark, you won't see another day, I promise." He held up his blade and cut up my stomach. My vision went all blurry and I was left laying on the ground. On the cold, hard sidewalk only a few meters away from home. I turned my head towards the familiar door. „Say good bye Mark" The grim reaper ordered „and I will kill you now." „G-Good B-Bye..." I whispered. My consciousness slipped away. The last thing I heard was a psychotic laughter.

Narrator POV
Ryder flew back to his room. He went straight to the bathroom and got out of the clothing. For some reason, the black clothing stayed clean and the blood ended up on his skin, after transforming back. While the hot water ran down his body, he tried to focus on being himself. But, who was he? Anyone would say they are themselves but who was he? He finished showering and grabbed a towel. After drying himself and getting dressed into his pajama, he took a look in the mirror. A tired, brown haired boy with also brown eyes stared back at him. „Who am I?" he asked. Am I a monster? „No. I am Ryder Hakai. My Alastor is obsession and doesn't define who I am." Ryder said with confidence and went to bed. Underneath the blanket, he questioned himself again. He was the leader of the Paw Patrol. The psychotic, bloodthirsty monster was a grim reaper and his Alastor! It was not his personality! „It is just my curse..." Ryder mumbled. He wanted to sleep not think about who he was.
The grim reaper is my Alastor.

It is not who I am.

It doesn't define me.

It is my curse.

It doesn't control me.

I can always ask someone for advice.

Right?

Who can I possibly ask?

Who would understand?

But who am I?

Is that still me?