Alastor

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Alastor

Alastor got into his car, turning it on as he drove towards Truman's school. He decided he'd surprise him today, and pick him up.

He pulled into the small parking lot of an abandoned building, Truman had said he walked over here when he got out. Alastor got out of the car, leaning against the black truck. Truman appeared around a corner, his eyes brightening as he saw Alastor.

"Special occasion?" Truman asked, walking over. "What, I can't pick up my little brother from school?" Alastor said, ruffling Truman's black hair. Sometimes he wished his hair hadn't changed, that he was perfectly normal just like Truman.

But he didn't, he was a different person now, and he was content with the life he had. Sure there was times that he wished he chose a different path, times he cursed out Zagen in his room, but he was glad he had a roof over his head. And that that roof wasn't Bernard's.

Truman laughed and Alastor smiled, these were the moments he cherished. The times he didn't have to act like a blood thirsty dog, when he could just be a normal older brother to Truman. But those times wouldn't last.

Alastor looked up briefly, seeing a blue haired boy round the corner. His eyes locked with Alastor's, and as a grin grew on Alastor's face, a look of pure fear appeared on his. Finally, he'd be able to have a little fun with Ashur, without Thaddeus there to interrupt.

Truman looked up at Alastor, then to Ashur, his eyes widened as he realized. "Truman, get in the truck and lock the doors." Alastor ordered, a crazed look in his eyes.

Truman's eyes widened even more, but he didn't move, just stood there in between Ashur and Alastor.

Truman

"Alastor- no. Don't hurt him." Truman said, blocking Alastors way. It's ok, he won't hurt him. He'll do what I said because he loves me, if these past few days haven't proved that I don't know what will. Alastor glared at Truman, roughly pushing him out of the way. "If you know what's best for you, get in the car."

Alastor stated, his voice was unusually cold, not full of joy like it was just a moment ago. Truman felt his anger slowly rise. It's not his fault, he just sees red right now because of what Ashur did. He doesn't mean that. Truman ran up to Alastor, blocking his way again.

Alastor growled, pushing Truman to the ground as he walked away. Truman felt his heart break, Alastor always did these types of things, he'd repay Truman's kindness with hatred.

Truman shook his head, it wasn't his fault. Alastor was hurt from everything that he went through, so it was understandable he acted like this. I just have to be patient. He'll come around, I just can't let him get close to Ashur, Thaddeus or Zagen. Truman knew he had to let this happen, Alastor wouldn't just let this go.

Truman sighed, getting back up. He'd help Ashur with his injuries once Alastor was done, but that was all he could do.

Alastor

Alastor picked up Ashur by his collar, a psychotic look on his face. "Really, Ashur Lynde?" Alastor said. "That's a rather sad attempt at trying to hide, especially considering your interesting past." Alastor said, Ashurs eyes widened.

"Tell me, how's your family?" Alastor said, a grin on his face. Ashur just glared at him with hatred in his eyes, Alastor felt the temperature in Ashurs hands drop, so he punched him before he could attack.

It was easy, beating Ashur, while he put up a bit of a fight it didn't compare to Alastor's strength. He was determined to beat the crap out of him, because he made Alastor look bad when he helped Thaddeus escape.