Alastor

46

{1 Day After Last Chapter}

Sam

Sam paced on the pier, he had gotten news from Zagen that Alastor had... he couldn't even muster up the courage to think it. He watched as a couple worked fixed a crane, searching through the water. Sam watched with sad eyes.

Zagen stood a few feet away from him, talking on a phone call. "No, no. It's under control." Zagen said, normally Sam wouldn't eavesdrop, but he couldn't help it. "Yes, he's out of the picture now. No, don't worry, I've already got someone else in mind." Zagen said, he glanced over at Sam who quickly averted his eyes.

Sam watched the crane, on its platform it was lifting an object out of the water. It set it down on the ground, and Sam choked back a sob when he saw the green jacket and orange hair. Sam ran forward, dropping to his knees next to Alastor's body.

A stray tear ran down his face and Sam let out a shaky breath. He moved Alastor's hair, brushing it out of the way so he could see his face. Alastor's face was locked in a scowl, but it had faded so he looked even more sad than Sam had ever seen him.

The tips of Alastor's fingers were charred, like he'd gone out with a fit of fire. Even in death he looked amazing. Sam though back on all his memories with Alastor, his mischievous smile that made anyone with a brain assume he was trouble, his bright yellow eyes that flared with his stubborn soul, and his childish attitude that never seemed to get old.

Sam felt more tears prick at his eyes, how would he ever get over this? He knew who was responsible for this, Thaddeus. Maybe even his little friend Ashur. But more importantly.. Zagen. He was the one who made Alastor do all this, made him feel so conflicted about who to betray and who to trust.

He'd get his revenge, for Alastor. Sam felt his anger rise, his hair seemed to darken, going from its dark orange to an almost brown. Sam took in a deep breath, he couldn't let his anger take over. If he did then his fire would get out of control, and if that happened...

Sam winced at the thought, sure, he loved the fire. Loves the feeling of satisfaction that came when he used it against someone, but he also was scared of it. Unlike other people's fire, his was different. It was a different color, and has a different effect on people.

Sam looked up as a man gagged, he leaned over the side of the pier and threw up. His eyes had flashed black before he did so, that's how Sam knew he was in trouble. Damn it. Hopefully he doesn't get too sick. Sam thought, he felt a presence of someone behind him.

"Sam, get up. It's weak to act like that." Zagen said, Sam had to resist the urge to slap the guy. He silent stood up, he had to play along, for now. "Let's go, we need to talk." Zagen said. "We aren't going to take him? He deserves a proper funeral." Sam said.

Zagen looked at Alastor's body with distaste, like he was just a tool that had broken. "The cops will deal with him for now, if you want to do anything with him afterwards that's your choice." Zagen said, walking off to his car.

Sam glared at Zagen, his eyes darkened, the whites turning to a pure black. Zagen stopped, he stumbled forward like he was resisting the urge to gag. He turned back to Sam, giving him a stern glare. Sam forced himself to stop, his eyes went back to normal and Zagen calmed.

He continued to his car.
Sam followed.

Sam sat in the passenger seat, refusing to look at Zagen. The tension in the air was so thick Sam could've cut it was a butter knife, they drove silently to the casino.

"I wanted to ask you something." Zagen started, Sam stared out the window. "Not that Alastor has... unfortunately passed, the casino is left without an owner." Zagen said, saying it like he knew he didn't mean it, and didn't expect to hide it.