Alastor

Bonus Chapter

{6 Years Ago}

Alastor struggled in Zagens grip, trying to fight back against him. Despite his old age Zagen was still much stronger than Alastor. Alastor wasn't paying attention when Zagen tried shoving him into a small room. Alastor tried running out, only to be pushed back in by Zagen.

Alastor winced, falling down. Zagen grabbed Alastors arm, putting an ice cold chain on. He did the same for the other. Alastor bit down on his cheek, the cold hurt.

Zagen got up, silently walking away. Alastor tried running after, but was held back by the chains. Zagen closed the thick door, a hissing sound came once it closed. "NO!" Alastor yelled, running into the door. He banged against the door with his shoulders as his arms were being held back.

The cold chains burnt against his skin, but Alastor still went against the pain. "Please! Grandpa please!" Alastor yelled, tears pricking his eyes from the cold. Alastor had messed up too bad this time.

Alastor had continued to defy Zagen, even after all of his punishments. Today he had fought back, using his fire against Zagen. He had clearly gotten mad, and burnt Alastor badly. Then he dragged him here. "Please..." Alastor said, falling against the door.

Alastor sobbed, pushing himself away from the door. The chains around his arms loosened, easing the pain a bit. They were still tight around him, and hurt, but not as much as before. The room was pure metal, with a layer of ice around everything. It was small, meant to be a prison for those with the fire.

Alastor had already stayed with Zagen for a year, passing his eighteenth birthday. 'Why must I still be like this? Why can't I just listen?' Alastor thought. He had too much of an ego, and a temper. He'd hear it from Zagen all the time after all.

Alastor shivered. Whatever inside that gave him the ability to produce fire was enough to keep him warm. But only enough that he wouldn't freeze to death, so he'd still suffer in the cold.

Just him being cold was hurting him, so the ice cold chains were burning. Just the same as the fire did, if not worse. 'I deserve this. I should've just done what he said.' Alastor told himself, burying his head in his arms.

After all of Zagens comments, telling him every little mistake was all his fault. Anyone else's death or injury could've been avoided if he followed orders. Alastor was tired of people dying because of something he could've prevented.

He couldn't deal with the blood on his hands. It was taking him over. Alastor ran a hand through his hair, wincing at the pain from the chain. He started breathing heavily, the small room making him uncomfortable. Plus all the people around made it feel more squished.

'Wait- people?' Alastor looked around, images of people flashing in and out. Alastor started breathing quicker. He couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't anymore.

{A Few Days Later}

Alastor jumped as a few crackers were slid under the door, he pulled the bag towards him with his feet. He struggled to open the bag, his fingertips freezing.

Alastor ate them quickly, he hadn't gotten food at all. And this seemed like a blessing. Usually when Alastor was being punished he didn't get any food at all. Alastor sighed, leaning against the wall. It burnt his back, but was enough.

Alastor breathed heavily. He couldn't breath normally the whole time he was here. Alastor sighed and buried his head in his arms.

"I hate it here."