Alastor

3

It was a long walk to Zagens house, especially since he was traveling in mostly alleyways. Every time he heard a voice he'd hide in the shadows, he didn't need to go back to jail. Memories flashed through his head, he had barely turned twelve, and was arrested for vandalism.

Bernard decided to let him stay the night, trying to teach him a lesson. Somehow Zagen found out, that was when he met his grandfather. He didn't remember much about him, it was years ago. Zagen bailed him out of jail, and drove him back to his house.

When they had returned home Bernard opened the door, his face was full of fear as he saw Zagen. He had to look up as Zagen was taller than him. Bernard dragged him into the house and slammed the door. He scolded him for the rest of the night, warning him to never trust his father.

"I'd rather you be in jail than with that man." Bernard said, which confused Alastor. Zagen was his father, so why wouldn't he want his son meeting him?

A drunken man's voice snapped Alastor out of his trance. He noticed how more and more of then started to appear. I'm getting close. Alastor knew his grandfather ran a casino, some of the information he had gotten while eavesdropping on his father.

He walked farther, quickening his pace to a jog. The day was quickly disappearing, and he didn't want to be alone during the night. Knowing how his grandfather was he could only imagine what happened during the night here.

The ground started to slope upwards and Alastor noticed the huge hill in front of him. On top was a house, no not a house, more like a mansion. How could one man live there all alone? Alastor thought, he started to trudge up the hill.

After maybe half an hour he made it to the top. Alastor started walking towards the front when he saw a car arrive. He quickly hid behind a wall, he peeked his head around the corner to get a better look at the person. It was Brooklyn, his aunt.

Dad must've sent her, that coward couldn't even come himself. Alastor glared at Brooklyn, she knocked on the door a couple times until it finally opened. The man who stood in the doorway had a grim look on his face.

Alastor assumed it was Zagen, the look he gave Brooklyn was similar to the one he had given Alastor all those years ago. Except the one he gave him was more... happy? No, greedy. Like a lion stalking it's prey.

Zagen didn't say anything to Brooklyn, just let her into the house. Damn it. Now Alastor couldn't go right in, not now. Brooklyn would absolutely tell Bernard. But would that coward come and get me? I think not. Alastor smiled to himself.

He walked away from the house, slowly climbing down the hill. Maybe he could stay in a motel. Nope, no money. Alastor sighed, he searched his pockets, nothing. Damn it! Why didn't I take any money with me?!

Because he didn't have any. Alastor sighed, he was broke. He had to find somewhere to stay the night, he'd go up to Zagens house tomorrow. He walked through an alleyway, the sun was fully gone now and the moon was the only thing that allowed any light.

The street lamps were broken, gunshot holes. His bright orange hair was a dead giveaway, there wasn't a point in hiding. He started kicking a rock as he ventured into the town, low talking made him look up. There was a woman in front of him, maybe mid thirties.

She had a fancy dress that dragged on the sidewalk, as well as big hoop earrings and a large pearl necklace. The thing that caught Alastors attention was the big diamond ring on her hand. That'd sell for a lot.

He looked in front of her and saw she was going towards a club, two large guards stood around the door. Alastor wouldn't be able to get her jewelry if she walked any further. He had to act now.

"Mam! Mam!" He called, making her stop. She gave him a halfway smile. "Yes?" She said, Alastor silently took off his gloves, putting them into his pockets. He realized he didn't have anything to say, so he just walked over to her.

"Where are you headed?" Alastor asked, he had to get her hand closer, he couldn't just grab it. He held his hand out, and she put her into his. Her hand was small, delicate as a flower. He gave it a small kiss, which made the woman giggle.

The big diamond ring caught his attention once again. "May I take a look at this?" Alastor asked, staring at the ring. The woman tried to pull her hand away, looking uncomfortable. "No thank you-" She said, Alastor pulled her arm back towards him.

"That wasn't a question." He growled, the woman let out a high pitched scream which alerted the guards at the doorway. He snatched the ring off her finger, as well as the necklace and her purse.

"Shut it." Alastor growled as the woman continued to scream. He put a hand over her mouth and his hands started to sizzle. She let out a blood curdling scream and fell to the ground. The guards continued to run towards them, Alastor turned and ran.

These were two grown men, probably trained for this sort of stuff. He turned around and his arm swung, leaving a line of fire between the guards and Alastor. The guards let out loud gasps, which made Alastor finally see what he had done.

The fire gleamed in the darkness, Alastor was awe struck of it. His hand was still flaming and the guards stared at him, jaws agape. Another lady let out a scream and pointed at him. It caught the attention of all the others at the club.

Some took their phones out and started taking photos. Alastor put his arm that wasn't on fire over his face, he couldn't let them get a photo of his face. He ran towards Zagens house, quickly putting his gloves on.

He approached a pawn shop on the way and sold the jewelry he stole from the woman. The man at the counter gave him a suspicious look, especially at his orange hair.

The man gave him the money, a thousand dollars. That combined with the thousand in the purse... I'm rich.

He ran up the hill, hiding the money in his pockets. He knocked on the large door in front of him, luckily the gloves stopped the fire. He wouldn't want to ruin his first impression. The door slowly opened, and Alastor finally got a good look at his grandfather.