Alastor

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Alastor

Alastor drove his black pick up truck, he had always protested against getting a car, but eventually Zagen forced him to get one. Even now he barely used it, but he'd go for any length for Truman. He glanced over at him, Truman was passed out in the passenger seat, Alastor had tried to fix up his injuries but he couldn't do much.

I wish I could do what he did, I owe him the world. Alastor thought, focusing on the road again. He hadn't been back home in years, and hadn't seen his mother since he was about... five?

Didn't I still have my blonde hair? Or had I dyed it black already? Alastor smiled at the thought, when he was young his mother allowed him to dye his hair to match her, it had caused a huge argument with Bernard and her.

The arguments between them had gotten worse once Alastor got older, his hair was blonde, unlike both his parents black hair. His father had suspected Alastor was the child of another man, it was one of the reasons Bernard favored Truman over him.

Alastor pulled over onto the side of the road, looking over at a tall house. It was large, who ever lived there was obviously loaded. Alastor had known his mother live there from her records, Alastor had found them when he was up late one night, looking for information on his family.

Alastor got out of the car, he opened the passenger door, picking up Truman. He walked up to the doorstep, knocking on the door with his foot. It took a minute before it opened, a beautiful woman stood in the doorway. She had green eyes that matched Truman's, and long black hair.

Her eyes widened when she saw Truman in Alastor's arms, and they seemed to get wider when she looked closer at Alastor. "Hi mom, do uh, you have somewhere I can put Truman?" Alastor said awkwardly. "Oh, yes! Come on in, you can put him on the couch." She said, Alastor racked his brain to try and remember his mothers name, he had more respect for her than Bernard, so refrained from calling her her real name.

Widow. Alastor thought as the memory came to him. He placed Truman down on the couch, he noticed a tall man who came into the living room. He had blonde hair and yellow eyes. Him and Alastor locked eyes, holding the eye contact for a moment. Widow came into the living room, causing Alastor to look over.

"Alastor, can I talk to you? Privately." She said, Alastor nodded, following her into a bedroom. Once she closed the door she turned to Alastor, instantly hugging him. "I haven't seen you in forever! How old are you now?" Widow asked. "24." Alastor responded, the thought of Truman and that man all alone still bothered him.

"Your so big now, I'm so sorry for not being there when you grew up. I, I'm leading a different life than I was with Bernard, things are different now." Widow said. "Mom," Alastor said, cutting off Widows worried grumbles. "There's something with Truman, he- he has powers."

Bernard had told Widow about the fire, and that he suspected Alastor might inherit it. Alastor remember that night very clearly, it was the next day that Widow left. "He what?" Widow said, her expression shocked. "He healed me, I would have a black eye right now if it wasn't for him." Alastor said, Widow held a proud look.

"He's already learning to use it, I can't believe it." She said, Alastor looked at her, confused. "So you knew about this?" Alastor asked, Widow nodded. "Truman is a lot like you, my mother had powers too, and they were passed down to him." Widow said.

"He can heal anybody, but there is a few faults. He can't heal himself, and it takes a lot of energy out of him." Widow finished, Alastor felt a bit overwhelmed, but stayed calm. For Truman. "Mom, who- who is the man in the living room?" Alastor asked, Widows expression darkened.

"Alastor. That man..." Widow trailed off, Alastor looked at her intently. "That man, he's- he's your biological father Alastor." Widow said, Alastor stared at her in shock. He felt a million question form, but when he tried to speak nothing came out. My father? My REAL father??