Alastor

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Bernard

Bernard opened the door, seeing a police officer there. "Bernard Anderson?" He asked, Bernard nodded. "I'm sorry to to inform you, but your sister, Brooklyn Bancroft, has passed away." The officer said, Bernard felt his heart drop. "She's... what?!" Bernard said.

"We believe she was murdered, but as of now we don't have any information." Bernard slowly nodded. "Ok, thank you." Bernard said. "Again I'm very sorry si-" Bernard slammed the door shut, cutting the officer off.

He knew who killed his little sister, his very own son, Alastor. After seven years, he can't even talk to him once, but instead kills Brooklyn?! I'll make him pay. Even if I die trying. Bernard grabbed a small backpack, he packed a few essentials, water, food, and the most important, a weapon.

Bernard packed the gun into his jacket, he'd keep it safe there till he had a shot at Alastor. Bernard grabbed his cap, making sure it covered his face. He could have anyone seeing it was him when he attacked Alastor.

Bernard left his house, walking the streets. He looked up as he heard a cars engine start, he saw the black pickup truck drive forward. Bernard couldn't believe it when he saw the orange haired man in the window. Well, it's my luck day. Bernard ran ahead, pulling out his pistol.

He aimed, then fired. The car swerved as soon as he pulled the trigger, the glass window shattered. Bernard ran over, looking for Alastor's body. He growled lowly as Alastor emerged from the rubble, almost unscathed, except for the blood drubbing from his head, probably from hitting the wheel.

He looked up at Bernard, his eyes narrowing. Bernard pulled his gun back up, aiming to take another shot. "Put the gun down, or I'll be forced to hurt you." Alastor said, picking up a sleeve to wipe the blood away. "We're far past just hurting each other Alastor, you killed Brooklyn, so now I'm going to kill you." Bernard growled.

"Good to see our relationship hasn't changed after all these years." Alastor snapped. "Were you expecting a wholesome father and son reunion?" Bernard snapped back, Alastor glared at him. "I'm not your son, so don't call me that. You were such a damn coward that mom couldn't even love you, so she left you, no less even cheated on you with your brother." Alastor said.

Bernard growled. "I always knew she loved that idiot! That little brat always gets whatever he wants, so much that he had to take my wife!" Bernard yelled, he took a shot at Alastor, who managed to dodge it. He shot a flame at Bernard, who yelled when it hit him.

"Once I'm done with you... I'll kill that spoiled brat." Bernard said, he charged Alastor, a dagger in hand. Alastor struggled to grab his arm and keep it away, "Give up Alastor, there's no reason for me to hold back, after all your not my son." Bernard said, forcing both hands to bring down the knife.

Alastor grunted, pushing Bernard's hand up. Bernard screamed as Alastor's hands heated up, he pulled away, pulling his sleeve up to reveal a scalded mark. Bernard growled, he was gonna pay for that. He lunged towards Alastor, stabbing him in the leg. Alastor winced, he pushed Bernard to the ground, pulling out a knife of his own.

He stabbed Bernard in the chest, Bernard choked, his struggling coming to a stop. He looked into the eyes of Alastor, instead of seeing any type of regret he was met with hatred and coldness. Alastor even held a crazed grin.

"You brought this upon yourself, Bernard." He said, Bernard felt a shiver go up his spine when Alastor said his name. Alastor twisted the knife, causing Bernard to gasp again. He felt the chill of death go through his body, he let out a last breath.

His eyes flickered shut, the image of Alastor's crazed grin stuck in his head.

Alastor

Alastor stood up, wiping the blood off his clothes. He wiped the knifes handle with Bernard's jacket, putting his own hand over it. He'd try and make it look as much as suicide as he could.

Alastor stood up, wincing as the stab wound in his leg hurt. He was tempted to go back to Widows place and get healed, but he knew he'd end up staying the whole day if he did. He got into the car, grabbed a first aid kit, and cleaned the wound.

He started driving again, he needed to get home quickly. He sighed as he thought of what had just happened, Bernard had tried killing him, but ended up getting killed himself. Cocky idiot. Alastor thought with a smile.

It took about ten minutes, but Alastor finally returned home. He parked his truck, going inside. "And where were you?" Zagen said, his voice ice cold. After what had happened with Truman he seemed to want Alastor close to him, to make sure he didn't try to stray again.

"I just..." Alastor thought about lying, but Zagen would find out, and he'd be punished. "I took Truman to go and get medical attention." Alastor said, Zagen glared at him, trying to see if he was lying. "Whatever. You're dismissed." Zagen said.

Alastor quickly walked away, surprised he was let off so easily. He sighed once he got into his room, he looked around, noticing things were out of place. Alastor started looking through his drawers, after a few minutes he saw a small microphone.

Alastor felt his anger rise. He's been listening to me? That's how he knew about Ashur and Thaddeus! Alastor growled, he grabbed the microphone, smashing it against the wall. That bastard! Where does he get the boldness to do this shit?! Alastor sat back down, trying to calm himself.

He couldn't let his anger get the better of him, when he did things tended to... burn. Alastor took deep breaths, he had to get over this part of him, he needed to grow up. He wasn't 17 anymore.