Alastor

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Alastor stood up, picking up a hand to wipe the blood off his face. There was blood coming from basically everywhere it could, his lip was bleeding and so was his nose, his scar on top of it too. He had small burn marks across his face, as well as small cuts.

He could already feel his anger rising, he hated what had just happened. Alastor had expected that Thaddeus would come after Ashur ran, which was why he let him go. What he hadn't expected was Thaddeus being the way he was, he was fueled by rage, and Alastor severely underestimated him.

Alastor could only guess what Zagen would do, he was off to the side, not looking at Alastor. At least Alastor knew he put up some of a fight, well, he did till he couldn't anymore. As much as he hated to admit it he was bruised all over, anywhere Thaddeus had hit him he left a mark.

Which he mostly hit his face, that made Alastor even more mad. He obviously knew the face hurt the most, after all that's where Alastor would hit him. Alastor gritted his teeth. He hated it whenever Thaddeus got back at him, when he got revenge. He also hated that Alastor couldn't do anything about it, other than struggle to get away.

Even if Alastor managed to get a hit Thaddeus didn't react, he would just respond with a flurry of punches. 'Stupid idiot.' Alastor thought. 'I should've killed that kid when I had the chance.' Alastor flinched as the thought hit him.

What would Zagen do when he found out Alastor had him in his grasp? That he could've killed him but let him go to lure Thaddeus there. Would he hit him more? Get him in even worse condition than he already was?

'No, no, no he needs me alive. He wouldn't go that far.' Alastor shook his head, if there was one thing he learned in all these years was he shouldn't underestimate what Zagen would do. Any time Alastor rebelled, talked back thinking he was safe, the punishments would only get worse.

Alastor felt his hands start to shake. 'How far would he go? I'm already in horrible health, he can do much more, right?' Alastor's thoughts were cut off as Zagen walked towards him. He didn't look angry, but even worse, he looked disappointed.

"I can't believe you, after all I've done for you, I have to come in here and save you from Thaddeus?" Zagen said, Alastor stayed silent. "I trained you, helped you, and you can't even beat your younger cousin?" Zagen said.

Alastor felt a feeling of guilt sink in his stomach, Zagen was right. If he'd only tried harder. He should've beaten Thaddeus, he doesn't have his training, his experience, it shouldn't have been hard.

'Damn it. I did it again. Why can't I just be competent? Why can't I just do things right, I hate it when he looks like that at me.' Alastor couldn't bring himself to look at Zagen, he knew he'd only see a face full of disappointment. And he couldn't do that.

"I'll try harder. I'll find them, I promise." Alastor said. "Good." Zagen responded, walking away. Alastor sighed, walking out of the motel room. He didn't want to stay there anymore, to be reminded of his loss.

Alastor would wince every so often, he had a limp, from Thaddeus of course. He didn't know what to do, he really couldn't go to anyone to help with his wounds. He knew Kathryn would try and help, but he hated getting assistance from her.

He didn't want to be indebted to anyone, that only created something she could hold over Alastor. He wouldn't let that happen, not even she could be trusted.

Alastor looked over to his right, where a young black haired boy was walking into a hotel. 'There's no way. He can't be staying here.' Alastor thought, was Truman really staying around?

Even though every thought in his head was telling him to not follow Truman, his body was begging him to go. He knew that he wouldn't get any help with his injuries, and that'd only make them worse. He let out a sigh of defeat as he limped towards the hotel. He kept his distance from Truman, making sure his hood hid his orange hair.

After a bit Truman entered a room, Alastor waited for a few minutes before following. He knocked on the door, nothing happened for a minute. 'Maybe this was a stupid idea, I shouldn't have done this, he's just going to laugh in my face and send me away.' Alastor snapped back to earth as the door opened, there Truman stood, his bright green eyes staring at Alastor.

"Y'know what, just, just for-" Alastor was cut off as Truman suddenly hugged him tightly, stuffing his face into his black hoodie. "Come inside, I'll get stuff to help with your wounds." Truman said, letting Alastor go.

Alastor walked inside, hearing Truman close the door behind him. He was always extra aware of his surroundings, he was extremely paranoid at all times, and felt he needed to know an escape plan wherever he was.

Truman told Alastor to sit down on the bed, Alastor did so as Truman walked into the kitchen. There he opened a cabinet, pulling out a first aid kit as he walked back over to Alastor. Truman knelt down to be head level with Alastor, he got a small wipe and started cleaning the cuts on Alastor's face.

Alastor winced as the alcohol went into his cut, it stringed and before he knew it he had quickly grabbed Truman's arm, holding it tightly away from his face. "Sorry." Alastor mumbled, letting go of Truman's arm.

Truman nodded to let him know it was ok, he continued to clean his cuts, going lightly to try and make it less painful. He got a few bandages, putting them over the larger cuts. "Who did this?" Truman asked, focusing on the cuts on Alastor's arm.

"Thaddeus." Alastor said after a while, he didn't want to admit that his younger cousin beat him up, especially to his brother. Truman looked a little but surprised, he never was one to hide his emotions.

Alastor saw a medium sized burn mark on Truman's hand, it must've been from their last encounter. "Does it hurt?" He asked, Truman looked up at Alastor, a bit confused before he saw what he was looking at.

"No, not anymore." Truman said. "And it's not your fault, so don't even try and think that." Truman added afterwards, seeing the look in Alastor's eyes. Alastor gave a halfway nod, after a while Truman was done treating his wounds.

Somehow, somehow, Truman had convinced Alastor to stay the night. He had a pull out bed, where he told Alastor to sleep. Alastor took off his shirt, noticing that Truman was looking at the plenty of tattoos on him. He would get one whenever the voices got intense, it gave him some pain to focus on.

Truman focused mostly on his bigger ones, like the one of a flame on his right arm and the smoke on his neck. Truman looked up at Alastor's ear, which had a few earrings.

"Do you want me to take them off? I won't wear them again if you want. I can't exactly remove the tattoos, that'll take too much money I wouldn't want to spend." Alastor said, he never splurged on himself, he'd always get the cheapest option if he could.

The only time he ever did anything that was pricy was when he got himself new tattoos. "No, it's ok." Truman said, rummaging through a drawers as he held small black earrings. "I um, got some of your earrings from home. You left them." Truman said, handing Alastor the earrings.

"Oh, thanks." Alastor said, setting the earrings down on a desk as he sat down on the bed. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad, maybe him and Truman could get closer like before. 'No. I can't get too close to him, it'll only end with him dead. Just like Athena.' Alastor felt his heart drop again, he wouldn't think about that. Now here, not now.