Alastor

17

(Seven Years Later)

Alastor walked outside, his long orange hair blowing in the wind. He pulled a small cigarette box out of his left coat pocket, lighting it with a light he held in his right hand. He didn't bother to hide the smoke, after all it was legal now. He was 24, he could do whatever he wanted.

Well, with extents. But that didn't bother him, he was happy with his life. He didn't want any more than what he had, he had power, people feared him. 'I'd rather be feared than loved. After all people could betray me in the blink of an eye if they didn't fear me.'

Alastor thought, blowing out smoke. It was rather soothing, it helped Alastor to know the lingering scent of smoke on him wasn't just from his fire. Alastor decided to take a walk, it had been a while since he had.

Alastor dropped his cigarette, stepping on it to extinguish the flame. No body stayed by Alastor on his walk, he was tall, had a scar over his nose, held a smell of smoke and had an intimidating tattoo of a flame on his arm. It was barley visible because of his jacket sleeve, but still bright enough for people to see it.

Because of this most people avoided him on the streets, which is why Alastor often went through alley ways. It felt better thinking that people weren't around because people weren't there, than people intentionally avoiding him.

Alastor went through and alley way, his bright orange hair like a torch in the darkness. Alastor heard footsteps behind him, but kept his pace steady. Whoever this was couldn't know he knew they were there, the element of surprise would be in his hand after all.

Alastor took a step, a shot of fire going up behind him. It melted a knife that was thrown straight to liquid, quickly the fire disappeared. "Honestly Dolus, you'd think after all this time you'd have gotten better at this." Alastor's said, turning around with a grin on his face.

Dolus took a step back. "Oh, what is it? Cats got your tongue? " Alastor said, walking toward Dolus. Dolus froze in place out of fear. Alastor's grabbed Dolus' face, picking him up by his chin to force him to make eye contact. "Y'know, this is my favorite part." Alastor said, a psycho look in his eyes.

"Seeing the enemy become terrified in my grasp. Knowing their deaths is only a snap away." Alastor said, snapping his fingers. Dolus flinched, making Alastor grin wider.

"I'll let you go. But watch your back Dolus, deaths gonna be knocking at your door." Alastor's said, letting Dolus go as he ran off.

Alastor watched him run with a smile, turning the other way as he walked away. He headed towards the shed he knew all to well, it was where he worked after all.

Alastor sat down in his office, a large chair behind a desk was where he sat. He pulled out his phone, pulling up a document. After he had taken control from Zagen, Alastor had made everything digital. No more messy paperwork.

Alastor paused. 'How much is Dolus really worth to be killed?' He thought, then shrugged. 'I'll just do 3.5 k, I want it done quickly after all.' Alastor typed in the info, submitting a picture of Dolus. Alastor sighed once he was done.

He never really got tired of the countless murder attempts, but his sloppiness at trying to kill Alastor was starting to bug him. 'If he could only put up more of a fight, then I might let him live longer. But he shrivels in my sight every time, honestly it's quite boring.'

Alastor put his feet on top of the desk, grabbing a toothpick as something to chew for the time being. All that was left to do was wait. Wait for whoever decided to kill Dolus turned up.