"Thanks, Al." Antony takes another sip of soup.
"There is no need to thank me." I say.
He curls up on the couch. I grip my fists. I was only planning to seek justice, but I suppose I'll have to seek it elsewhere. I pull the covers up more. He grabs my hand. I look at him.
"Please don't go." He says.
"Very well. I'll stay." I sit down next to him.
"Hey... so you know what's in a couple of weeks?" He asks.
".... no." I say.
"Really??" He asks.
I let out a breath.
"Oh... that." I hiss.
"Yeah! We should celebrate it!" Antony grabs me.
"No." I say.
"Why not? We never do!" Antony whines.
"And that's what I love." I say.
"Pleassseee?!" He gives me puppy eyes.
"NO! It's nothing. It's fine." I hiss.
"But... but..." He starts.
"Antony, I don't need a party for that... event." I say.
"We'll see, darling." He turns on the Tv.
"Murder! There's been a murder!" The reporter yells.
Flashing lights. Police cars. So... they've seen my victim. I grip my fists. Antony curls up under my arm.
"Some crazy vigilante with a smiley mask killed Harber Willis. A drug dealer." The reporter says.
"Are you sure you want to watch this?" I ask.
"Yeah." Antony nods.
"It'll be scary." I say.
"I'm not a fucking baby." Antony says.
They show the blood of the victim I mutilated. I remember cutting his hand off. Then slicing through his skin like butter. I butchered him. Antony lets out a light scream. I turn off the TV.
"What kind of psychopath would do that?" Antony asks.
"Let's get you to bed." I sigh.
Me.
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HorrorAnother Alastor Human AU! But this one is so different. His mother was killed at age 12 and he forces himself to become a vigilante. Discovering evidence to find whoever killed his mother. He has nightmares almost every night knowing his 24th birthd...
