Alastor

18

(Read Charlie's last chapter to understand this one.)

Alastor leaned against the table, staring into Thaddeuses eyes. He wasn't really surprised that he was the one to kill Dolus, just surprised he did it for Alastor rather than just killing him. Alastor smiled, leaning away as he sat back in his chair.

"The moneys over there." Alastor said, nodding his head to the left where a black bag stood. There was tracking device embedded deep into the bag, Alastor was going to track down whoever killed Dolus and kill them. He didn't like to just give money away.

'This just makes it even better. Instead of killing Thaddeus I can keep an eye on him.' Alastor watched as Thaddeus walked away, grabbing the bag. He had a large fire scar on the side of his face. 'Probably from all that time alone.'

"How have you been? Still in that shed of yours?" Alastor said, once he had done what Zagen said he started to get more information on what happened to Thaddeus. He never got enough information to know exactly where he was, Zagen didn't want to risk Alastor going and letting Thaddeus out. Or killing him.

"If I was still there I'd you think I'd be here right now?" Thaddeus snapped. "Touchy." Alastor said, holding a grin. Thaddeus rolled his eyes, and continued to walk away. "How's Aaria?" Alastor said, making Thaddeus stop in his tracks.

Alastor knew full well she was dead. He had been there after Thaddeus had killed her. Thaddeus stopped where he was, staying silent. Alastor's grin grew wider, he couldn't help it. Maybe it was being around Zagen all the time, but people who thought they could act tough to him were annoying.

And Thaddeus was a major annoyance. Alastor liked watching him, seeing him try and make a decision. All he really could do what snap back and walk away, he couldn't threaten Alastor like long ago. Now he couldn't. Alastor was way stronger than he once was, and stronger than Thaddeus.

"Shut up." Thaddeus growled, walking out before Alastor could say anything. Alastor smile dropped when Thaddeus walked out. "Idiot." He muttered, his past feelings about Thaddeus were still intact. But he couldn't let Thaddeus see his true emotions.

Alastor got up from his chair and left the warehouse. He walked home, as he usually did. He didn't stop for any transportation from anyone, he liked walking more.

Alastor walked to Zagens house, opening the door with the spare key he had. Inside sat Zagen. His old dark orange hair had more grey in it, which pleased Alastor. 'That means he isn't having to use his fire often, so I'm doing good.' Alastor thought. 'But I can't get sloppy. One slip up and I'm over, I can't disappoint him.' Alastor walked towards his room, stopping when he heard Zagens voice.

"Anything exciting happen?" He asked, it was one of the usual questions he asked. "Eh, I finally got rid of Dolus." Alastor said. "And I had a run in with Thaddeus. He was the one who brought Dolus to me." Alastor said, Zagen seemed to nod, an unreadable look on his face.

Alastor continued to walk upstairs, entering his room. Alastor stayed at the doorway for a moment, staring at Thaddeus old room. Did he miss him? 'No. I don't. If the opportunity presented itself I'd kill him. He's the enemy.' Alastor thought, shaking his head as he closed the door to his room.

Alastor sat down on the bed, pulling out his phone as it starting buzzing. 'Who's calling me now?' Alastor thought, rolling his eyes.

"Alastor."

Calling him by his first name? Ok, not worked related.

"What?" Alastor snapped, the number was unknown so it was ok to be a little hostile.

"Do you not know who I am? It's Truman."

Alastor paused. Truman? He hadn't talked to him for years...

"Anyways, meet me at the park. I want to talk." Truman said, hanging up shortly after. Alastor sighed, putting his phone away. He left the house quickly, not giving Zagen anytime to say anything.

'Whatever he says doesn't matter, what's done is done.' Alastor thought, trying to picture Truman. He would be sixteen now, practically completely different. He'd now have a say in things, more control over what happened with Bernard.

Alastor arrived at the park, standing by one of the large trees. After a few minutes a voice called from behind him. "Alastor?" They said, Alastor turned around.

There in front of him was a young small boy. He definitely looked healthier than he used to. His black hair was longer, and messy. But his emerald green eyes stayed the same, but they weren't full of joy. More of a shield of defiance.

"Hi Truman." Alastor said, Truman looked him up and down. He was judging his appearance, Alastor had often seen it from strangers. But it hurt a little that Truman was judging him. "You've- changed. A lot." Truman said.

"You have too." Alastor said, a small smile on his face as he picked up his hand to ruffle Trumans hair. "Don't touch me." Truman growled, making Alastor stop. "I'm not here just to look at you." Truman said, a mad look appearing on his face.

"Where were you?! You left for seven years!" Truman said, pushing Alastor. "I didn't mean to- but I have a life here now. And I'm sorry if things aren't ok with Berna-" "I'm living with mom." Truman interrupted Alastor.

'Mom...?' "Yeah. She's been trying to contact you, but your stupid ass just ghosted her!" Truman said, Alastor flinched. "And what do you mean 'Bernard?' You can't even call our own father dad!" Truman growled, his voice raised.

"I don't care if you have a life here. Come home." Truman said. Alastor felt his heart drop, as much as he wanted to be there for Truman it was much different now. His heart had hardened, and he didn't care for his younger brother as much anymore.

"I can't, so much has changed Truman. Things you wouldn't understand." Alastor said, making a small flame appear in his hand. Truman grew wide-eyed. "I- I don't care! Come home or- or you'll never hear from me again." Truman said.

Alastor paused. "Truman you don't mean that-" Alastor said. "Yes I do! If you won't listen to reason then I have to resort to this." Truman said, a stubborn look in his eyes.

"What- but-" Then it hit him. "Bernard set you up to this, didn't he?" Alastor said, his voice suddenly ice cold. Truman's tough attitude dropped. Alastor laughed, running a hand through his orange hair. His laughed sounded dead inside, like he had no more emotion to share.

"Well then, make sure this message gets through to him." Alastor said, before sending a shot of fire towards Truman. Truman yelled as the fire hit him, falling down. Truman looked up at Alastor, a burn mark on his face. It would likely scar him, not a big one, but one that was big enough to be noticed.

Alastor knelt down, an evil grin on his face. "Come find me again, and I'll kill you." Alastor said, his voice calm for a clear threat. Alastor got up and walked away, leaving Truman terrified on the ground.

'Whatever. He's gone. Just like the old Alastor.' Alastor thought, his smirk still intact. Alastor reached into his pocket, pulling out a small earring. He hadn't ever worn them because Truman hating the idea of piercings on him.

'It doesn't matter what he thinks anymore. So what do I care?' Alastor thought, putting the earring in one of his piercings. He walked away, leaving another piece of his old self behind.