Torn

Ch. 2 Information

(Alastor POV)

My, my, what a collection she has of items about me. The record player is still playing the recording of my news cast is playing. There are newspapers, copied handwritten notes from interviews of people who knew me, and copies of police reports. It looks like she has several records that have my radio recorded on them.

I hear a small "What??" come out of her mouth. She is staring at me, with her mouth wide open in fear. This is going to be fun!

I turn towards her and I let my smile grow wider. "Alastor, a pleasure to meet you. Now a days I also go by Radio Demon." As I said the last part I change my eyes into radio dails and my voice gets scratchy. I watch as her eyes get wilder and pushing backwards into her chair thinking she could get away. This is entertaining. I lean towards her and get inches away from her face and say, "It's rude not to say your name after someone introduces themselves. I hate bad manners." My voice coming very dark and the last part.

She gulps and says "My name is Abigail Rose."

"Hello Abigail. I do say you have done a lot of research about my living life. Why so interested?" I ask in a jovial voice.

She is still in a state of shock and fear asked, "Your life?"

"Why yes, darling. In life my name was Alastor Hartfelt. I was a famous radio host and I had a hobby of killing people in my spare time. Now, I am a very powerful overlord demon in hell."

"You're from Hell?" She asks looking at me with wide eyes.

I am getting a little irritated. Once again I get close to her face and make my smile more sinister, "I do believe I asked you a question first, dear."

Abigail's POV

Holy, shit. I piss him off again. I really don't want to die tonight. OK, get a hold of yourself, Abigail. It's only a demon from hell that used to be a serial killer when he was alive. WTF!! I am thinking but I don't answer he looks like he could eat me alive!!

I take a few deep breaths and try to calm myself down.

"It's a school project. We were asked to choose a serial killer to analyze. The professor wants to see if we could do some out of the box thinking from the theories that are out today," I said trying to keep my voice steady but failing.

"And you choose me! I am flattered! So what are you thinking? I would love to hear the theories," Alastor says with a wide smile.

I take a deep breath and try to claim myself down a little bit more. Before I say "Well, I was looking over the 21 victims that the police believe you killed..."

"OH, the number is much bigger than that," Alastor says with grin getting more sinister.

Of course, my nerves start going through the roof again once I hear that.

"Yes, well. The police really did think that also, but there was no way to prove it. When I started looking to your known victims I notice that about half of them were criminals or accused of a crime, like rape," I said through a shaking voice.

"Very good!!" Say Alastor with this grin looking happy. "While yes I was a serial killer and cannibal, I only killed the people who truly needed to die to clean up society," Alastor said proudly while putting his hands behind his back.

I freeze with shock and terror again. Not only is the demon is in my apartment a killer but a cannibal as well. There is no way I am going to survive this encounter with him.

"You were a cannibal?" I asked in complete shock.

"But of course," Alastor said with a flair. "I only ate the hearts of my victims but I took the liver for my voo doo practices."

That confirms it. I am going to die tonight. I still want to try to keep calm. There might be a way to survive (a very small chance). Maybe I can feed his ego.

"Based on that, you only kill criminals and the police believe there were more victims, I started looking into other missing people and their backgrounds. Some of them did have criminal backgrounds or were accused of crime. The thing is, there is no way to tell if it was your fault that they went missing. I was surprised that I found recordings of your old radio show and on that show you report the local and world news. My other theory is that you loved the attention your murders got but unlike other serial killers, who had to contact the media, you could report them yourself. Of course, you were careful not to give details not reported, but maybe your tone would change as you reported the crimes. So I have written down several names of people that went missing and plan on listening to your news report to see if I notice a change in tone or something else," I said matter of fact like.

Alastors smile changed into a sly one and his eyes narrowed. Oh shit! He does know there is nothing that can be done about now if I am right! It's just theory for a school project.

What he said next surprised me!

"That's exactly right! I did love the attention! Plus, it is fun to watch those idiot police try to figure out who done it!," saying it in a prideful way.

I got a little pissed that he called the police idiots. Forensic science is nothing like it is today! Plus, I have 3 generations of police in my family. I will be the 4th but the forensic science side of it instead of the patrol side. So I open my big mouth, "I do believe you would have gotten caught in today's time because of advancement it technology."

All of a sudden, the lights began to flicker as static electricity surrounded me making my neck and arm hair stand on end. I glanced around the room and then looked back at the demon and pure terror filled me again.

He grew a few feet taller, his antlers are bigger, his eyes were radio dails again, and his smile was one of insanity. With one of his hands he lunged at me and grabbed me by the neck. I gasped and started to claw at the hand as he pulled me up to his face. All I saw was those big sharp teeth as I was going towards them. Alastor pulled me up so we were nose to nose and he could look me in the eye. "Even today no one would have got me! I am smarter than anyone else. No matter what kind of technology would be used. Got it?," he growled.

I could not say anything because I am fighting to breathe. I could barely nod with his hand around my throat but I managed a small nod and whimper as a response.

Alastor accepted my pitifully response and dropped me back into my chair. He went back to his calm state with his hands behind his back. He waited for me to stop gasping for air. When I finally caught my breath he started to speak.

"Anyone else were to speak to me like that they would have been my dinner tonight. So let this be a warning and a reminder of who you are speaking to. Understand?"

"Yes," I said in a shaking voice.

"Good. Now, the reason you are still alive is that I need something from you," Alastor said with a sly grin.

My eyes went wide. "What do you need from me?," I said in a terror filled voice.

With that, his grin turned sinister and said "Your soul my dear."