TW: VIOLENCE, GRAPHIC CONTENT
Alastor sips on his morning coffee as he reads over the latest news. The rich aroma of the coffee fills his senses, awakening him to the day ahead. His hazel eyes scan the paper before him, thinking of ideas to add to his broadcast. He picks up a pen and jots some notes on the paper beside him. The snow outside has melted away, but the cold remains. Alastor looks out the slightly frosted window and adds more notes to the paper. His ears perk up as he hears your footsteps coming down the steps. He watches you as you carefully sit down across from him before dropping your head onto the table. Alastor raises an eyebrow before speaking.
"That bad still, sweetheart?" Alastor asks. His eyes are watching you with caution. You groan before shifting your head to look at him.
"No! The cramps are still here, but now I feel like crap!" you whine at him. Alastor's face softens with concern as he looks at you. You glare at him slightly before turning your forehead back onto the table. Alastor stares at your head, hesitating to say anything. After a brief moment of silence, he clears his throat.
"How about I bring something back when I get home tonight?" Alastors says. You nod your head a bit in response. Alastor grins, getting up to clean out his coffee mug. He wipes his hand on a rag before walking back towards you. He kisses the top of your head before ruffling your hair a bit. "I got to go now, darling. Try to rest up some more, alright? I'll try to find something that'll make you feel better."
Alastor lets out a sigh of relief as the red on-air light turns off. He rubs a hand through his hair, looking up at the ceiling. Life has been going good, a little too good for his liking. It's been a while since it's been this boring. He's getting antsy at the lack of motion. He gets up from his desk and pulls on his jacket.
During the colder seasons, the bustling sidewalks are now scarce with people. Alastor walks down the empty streets, his hands tucked behind his back. The familiar cafe comes into view, and a spark of anticipation lights up his eyes. Lunch with Rosie always puts him in a better mood. She sits in their usual booth in the back, looking cheery as always.
"Why! Don't you look rather chipper today!" Rosie remarks as Alastor sits down. Alastor shoots her a look before folding his hands in front of him.
"Always in a good mood. It's nice to see you, Rosie," Alastor says with a smile. Soon enough, the two of them are engrossed in conversation. They were catching up with each other on what's been going on in their lives recently. Alastor mentally notes the bell ringing on the door while Rosie fills him in on stuff that's been going on.
"Uhm, excuse me," a man's voice rings beside them. Alastor glances at him, his eyes darkening momentarily before he masks it with a smile.
"Why, hello there! May we help you?" Alastor chirps. Rosie rests her chin on her hand, smiling at the mystery man before them.
"Well, my friend Christopher Miller has gone missing recently. I've been asking people around if anyone's seen him," the man says, holding a photo of Christopher. Alastor looks down at the picture before looking back up at the man.
"No, we have not seen him around. What's your name, by the way? It'll be nice to know so we can reach out if we find anything," Alastor says.
"Oh! My name is Ezekial, Ezekial Anderson," he says.
"Well, Ezekial, we'll let you know if we see him."
"One more thing, have you seen—"
"If you don't mind, we're trying to enjoy a peaceful lunch together. Like I said, we'll let you know," Alastor interrupts him. Ezekial nods somberly before walking off. Alastor lets out a frustrated sigh before turning his attention back to Rosie. "Get me all the information you can about him."
"Alastor, honey, are you sure? You've already made some pretty risky moves. Make another one here, and people will start searching this town from top to bottom," Rosie asks him.
"I'm positive, Rosie," Alastor says—a devious glint in his eyes.
"I just don't want you to be too reckless now. Make one wrong move, and they'll find out about everything. You've worked hard enough to get what you have. But if you're so sure about it, I'll get the information you need," Rosie says.
"Always appreciated, darling," Alastor says. He pulls a few bills out and sets them down on the table. Shooting Rosie a quick wave, he walks towards the exit back to work.
A shooting pain sears through Ezekial's head as he slowly gains consciousness. Alastor stands there leaning against the table with a wicked grin. Ezekial's eyes focus on him, and his eyes widen.
"You—" Ezekial starts. Alastor's fist collides with his right cheek before he can say anything. Alastor shakes his fist as Ezekial spits out some blood.
"Don't bother saying anything. It won't get you anywhere," Alastor says coldly. He holds up a knife, pressing it against Ezekial's neck, drawing out a bit of blood. He narrows his eyes at the pitiful sight of a man before him. "You're here to answer my questions. Nothing else out of that mouth of yours. Now, where to start? Oh! I know. Tell me what you and your buddy are doing down here?"
"I-I just came here because this is the last place Chris was seen. Why did he come here? I don't know, man!" Ezekial stammers out. Alastor grits his teeth. He was walking back over to the table and grabbing a bat. He turns back around, twisting the bat through his fingers. Ezekial eyes grow wide.
"Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to kill you. Yet, at least. Now tell me, is that bitch Blakely living with you now?" Alastor asks, pointing the bat at him.
"H-how you know about—" Alastor brings the bat down to Ezekial's left leg—a satisfying crunch ringing through the room. Alastor's eyes gleamed with glee. Ezekial lets out a cry of pain. Alastor stepped away, twirling the bat.
"I ask the questions, remember? Now answer the question. Does Blakely live with you or not?" Alastor says.
"Y-yes, she does."
"Ah, don't blame her. After what happened at that crappy college house, I wouldn't want to live there either. Now! Since you confirmed it, why don't we visit little ol Blakely? Minnesota is a long drive from here, so go ahead and get plenty of rest!" Alastor says, swinging the bat down onto Ezekial's head with a sinister laugh. Oh, now this will genuinely be entertaining.
A/N: Now we're in go mode, people. This is only the beginning of bigger things.
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