The Cracked Portrait

○Alastor's Inn Room?○

Alastor peered out his window at the moon that shined down onto his dark room. The wind had long since blown out the candles that were keeping the room alight. His stress came off him in waves and the longer he sat in this chair the longer he would become stressed. He knew this, but there were now six victims. Each one took every night. The person was not resting and so neither would he. And now the only suspect has fallen through with an alibi.

Only two piles of actual evidence in folders were kept on his desk though. The others were so-called witnesses, but the more he read them, the more he actually discredited the proposed witnesses. Just people trying to convict a murderer so they felt safe, even if the real murderer was still prowling around town.

His paranoid state was eating at his mind. Alastor was never a scared person, but now he caught himself also looking behind his shoulder to see if someone was there, about to kill him. It didn't help that the person that recently got murdered was an officer. That meant they were close, that meant that they had no fear, and weren't afraid to take out people like him. To send a message, which he's sure that's what they were doing. A message to them to stop looking, or maybe a message that he wasn't afraid to take them down along with all the others. Destined to become people in the headline of the newspaper with pictures of themselves displayed on the front.

Alastor looked out his window again, looking at the moon. The moon shone brightly tonight, it was at a crescent and was peaceful to look at. Its rays seemed to shine in his room, casting a little bit of light around so it wasn't so dark in his office. He watched out the window, he didn't know what for, maybe for a sign from God, maybe for a miracle to combust right in front of him. But then there, a shadow. He might be going crazy but he swore that he saw someone go past his window. He blinked and lunged towards the window to look out more closely.

And then he saw it, across the way, Oliver heading into a dark alleyway, half his face showing by the streetlamp that shone across his face just right, but he was sure it was Oliver. This just confirmed his theory further. The mounting suspicion finally had some kind of eye witness that could say he was acting strangely, and it happened to be him. He didn't know exactly what was going on but any authority could admit that what Oliver was doing was suspicious. He caught it, he finally did it. Now just to tell Corvin. It was never good to confront a possible serial killer without proper weapons and backup. Especially for Alastor since he never had a knack for weapons or combat. So first he would go to Corvin, and then to Oliver himself.