PSYCHOPATHIC || ALASTOR x FEM READER 🥀

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I LOVE YOU, ALASTOR.

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WARNING: EMOTIONAL CHAPTER AHEAD ! ! !

NO ONE'S POV

"All of you are incompetent shits!"

A steel chair flew across the room making contact with bulletproof glass, the researcher of the Beaux lab who was inches from the impact can't help but tremble in fear as his eyes observed the noticeable crack on the bulletproof glass, enough testament that if the chair came in contact with his head it would just burst like a watermelon.

Khalil, who was the perpetrator, kept walking back and forth, but his eyes was seething in obvious anger as he noticed that all the lined up researchers were just like quivering quails instead of answering him.

"Well? Am I here for a staring contest? I'm asking you why the fuck! My sister fell into coma again!" His fist slammed on the nearby table and the researchers flinched in terror.

"S-Sir... all her indicators are excellent, vital signs stable and the body we have prepared for her is already exceeding human standards, almost in the realm of a superpowered individual, I believe the main issue is that... her conscious decision..." The researcher raised a shaky hand and answered but in the end trailed off as if hesitating wether to say his conjuncture or not.

Khalil raised a brow, "And? I'm listening."

Khalil smiled kindly but instead of feeling warmth what drilled unto the researchers' back was abysmal cold.

The poor researcher couldn't help but perk up and answered, "It... it seems the young lady... chose to shut down her consciousness on her own, so the primary problem would be her willingness to wake up instead of-"

"Hah..." Khalil suddenly chuckled as if he heard something funny...

"Are you saying that my sister didn't want to wake up that's why the treatment didn't work?" Khalil laughed boisterous and even had the gall to wipe tears on the corner of his eyes as he looked at the researcher...

He took a step towards the researcher with an easy going smile but suddenly his arms shot out in a blink of eye, accurately grasping the researcher's neck.

"Do I look like a fool?" He whispered, lips stretching into an exaggerated smile. "Your flimsy excuse is getting on my nerves right now..."

The researcher couldn't answer as his clawed on Khalil's iron grip on his throat and his other colleagues were already the corner of the room, shivering like ducks on a chopping board, just as the researcher thought he was about to die, a cold and detached voice interrupted Khalil.

"That's enough..."

Khalil as if electrocuted, let go and stood in attention in which an irritated expression immediately graced his face and turned towards the door.

A familiar indifferent red eyes greeted him but a sense of exhaustion and loneliness lingered on his brows, Khalil could only force the words down his throat as he watched his own father's countenance worsen day by day.