You'll Never Find Me (Charlastor)

I will support you

Alastor was truly intrigued on how he went back to his house and what actually happened after the first scream of his last victim. Did he really remember his victim's scream? He narrowed his eyebrows and squinted his eyes while he was taking off his shirt and bowtie.

He was trying hard to remember, but the last thing he did remember was the knife he was holding and the fear he saw in his victim's eyes. How those lovely brown eyes shone one last time. He shook his head as he was concentrating on his memory. He needed to try to remember more.

There was blood, he remembered seeing it spilling around. The smell of the fresh blood, the texture, but he couldn't remember if there was a scream and how he did it. Was it with the knife against the throat? Was it perforating the victim's neck or cutting horizontally? Did he torture the victim? Oh dear, he didn't even remember if he talked to the victim as he usually does.

He wasn't the type who could easily forget something so intense for him like that. But in his last hunts, everything was blurry in his memory.

Still deep in his thoughts, he took a step back and tried to relive his last moves. He visioned the victim in front of him. A short guy with curly hair, he was hitting a woman as soon as Alastor began his hunt. He left her bleeding in what seemed to be her apartment. Alastor remembered that very well, because he was seeking from the shadows across the street.

It was a street with a lack of lights and what caught his attention was the screams between two people. It wasn't long screams like a huge argument where both parts screamed with each other. It was more one single scream from her, and then a bunch of loud noises that sounded like a bar fight. Things breaking, bodies being thrown against things.

Alastor recognized very well that kind of scream, it was from fear, it was someone afraid of dying. And when the guy burst out of the apartment, he could see the shadow of the woman across the door. She, with trembling legs, went to the front door. There was when Alastor was sure of what happened.

The woman was crying, she was shaking and her shirt was destroyed, with one shoulder hanging. She had blood dripping from her head and running down her chin until it was dripping on the floor. She dropped her whole body, sitting over the floor. She was crying and seemed weak.

That's when Alastor decided to go after the short man. Alastor remembered he followed the man, calmly, until he reached a bar. But the bar was closed and the man groaned in frustration. He then continued to walk on the streets and for a moment he probably felt like someone was following him.

The man started to walk faster, it seemed he didn't know where to go because he was looking around, desperately. Alastor was always a few meters away from the man, always hiding and taking care so the short man didn't see him. But at some point, the man went to the park. There was when Alastor knew it was time to do his hunt.

Then, when he entered the park, there was when his memory started to blink and feel a little odd. He did remember approaching the man, he remembered the man giving a little jump and laughing off.

"Hey Buddy, didn't see you there..." Said the man. Then he remembered replying to the man and talking to him, but what was it? What was their conversation? His memory jumps to when Alastor had a knife with him. Where did he get the knife?

Alastor was doing a gesture with his hand in the middle of his bedroom, as if he was holding a knife and his other hand went automatically to the man's throat. Yes, that was the exact position he was. He was holding the man by the neck and the other hand was ready to attack. Then he had a few flashes of the man taking off a knife from his tuxedo or ... Belt? What was it?