ᴏᴘᴘᴏsɪᴛᴇs ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ. Alastor x OC

sᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴀʟ

August 4th 1914

I curled up and fell against my bedroom wall. I began sobbing, my body shaking violently with each choking cry. I am a monster. Now a murderer. Selfish. Evil. Sinner. Why did I go to the bar? Why did I follow him to the back of the bar? Why.. that's the only question I could not answer.
I continued sobbing.

August 5th 1914

Snapping awake, I realized I was in my bed with the sheets clutched by my eyes. My face felt hot and greasy. Looking in my mirror, my hair looked like a clown's, and my eyes were red and puffy. My face was shiny, with pimples pushing to the surface of my skin. I looked disgusting. Blank and emotionless, I showered, washed my face twice, brushed my hair and braided it, and changed into a black blouse and plain light gray pants. I looked at my radio in disgust as I walked out. Squinting and turning away, I slowly turned it on and turned the dials to Alastor's station. My entire body clenched up, to the point where I began shaking. Almost immediately, his voice rang through the speakers. He sounded.. cocky. A little pompous even. As though he finally got what he wanted. I had an odd way of guessing people's moods easily through their voices.

Yet another victim claimed by this serial killer. He is confirmed male due to the evidence found on the murder scene at the local bar. Miraculously, the blood on the knife from the victim didn't cover all the finger prints. We are hunting for the identity of the killer as we speak..
The victim's name was Paul Kalamazari. Popular in the town. I believe he's from a famous rich family. Alastor laughed darkly. In a low, menacing voice that radiated with danger, he said a famous line that ended all his short broadcasts: Stay tuned folks. This time, it ended with a deep chuckle. A shriek was cut off by the broadcast ending. Static replaced it. I stared at the radio in absolute horror. He actually took it as far to do something to the radio hosts. I knew it immediately. A needle in the food, or poison. Something in the food. It was lunch break after Alastor's broadcast. I had to admit, very clever. What the hell are you thinking? Admiring a killer that's forcing you to kill too? I smacked myself and sprinted out the door to the small building where the radio broadcasts were recorded. A large antennae was planted on the roof. It was sparking and the wires were very obviously cut. Looking through the window carefully, a young woman was clutching her throat, blood dribbling out of her mouth. Medics were panicking, trying to help her get rid of what was in her throat. Alastor was mocking being terrified, looking for medicine. It was a good act. Flinching, I rushed in. "What's going on here?" I shouted, trying to seem confused even though I knew exactly what was happening. "She can't be in here! Get her out!" Someone yelled. "If she can help, she stays!" Another yelled back. Right now it was panic and argument as the lady fell to the ground. The nearest doctor was busy with something else. Of course. I bet that was set up too. "What are you doing?! Help her!" Alastor snapped at me, but I saw the gleam in his eyes. "I'm trying." I muttered. Giving them water bottles, they desperately tried to get the lady to swallow or cough or do something.

She looked at us and shook her head. Hope drained from her eyes as she stopped flailing and calmed down. Blinking back tears, the lady stared at the roof until her eyes glazed over. Death hung in the air like a thick cloud of fog. Everyone looked at her in grief and sadness. I felt horrible, and I too hung my head. I felt Alastor's gaze dig into the side of my face, but I kept my head lowered to grieve. Slipping out, i slumped against the back wall of the building. As though he teleported, Alastor was right beside me. "The number one step of being a killer. Grief and emotions don't exist." Was that.. pity? Alastor seemed to have an edge of pity in his voice. Looking at him, the tears in my eyes were quickly blinked away. Alastor looked back at me, his smile never leaving his face. "I... okay, Alastor." I looked down, and tried to smile a little. I hated this so much. Hated it. It was absolutely horrible. "You know, you're going to have to kill someone soon. Or I'll have to pay a visit, dear." With that, Alastor walked away.

The deal.. I had almost forgot for a second. I walked home. I quietly began to sing a small song.

Breathe faster to waste oxygen..
Hear the children sing aloud,
It's music to the wick 'til the wick burns out...
I kicked at the rocks along the road.
Hush
Just wanna be carefree lately, yeah.
Just kicking up daisies..
I sighed and looked up at the darkening sky.
Got one too many quarters in my pocket.
Count 'em like the four leaf clovers in my locket..
Untied laces, yeah,
Just tripping on daydreams..
Got dirty little lullabies playing on repeat,
Might as well just rot around the nursery and count sheep..

I didn't sleep that night. Well, maybe an hour. Probably not. I was too paranoid on who I would kill and where. Maybe a drunk person around a bar or in a back alley. Maybe a rich person. A man. A woman. The thoughts turned over in my head. A never ending loop of mental chaos and anxiety.
It was.. maybe four in the morning. I wore an oversized black blouse, shoes, pants, and a headband. Even though my hair was jet black. I even wore sunglasses. Tucking my hair into my shirt, I snuck along the back of the houses. There was two small knives and one large one in a purse I carried. Blank. Emotionless. Blank. Emotionless. Grief. Emotionless. Blank. Anger. Emotionless. Blank. Emotionless. Blank. I got it to the point where absolutely no thought was travelling through my head. Find someone passed out. Starving. Homeless. Easy.. I guess.

It was after fifteen minutes of wandering in the shadows until I found maybe a 27 year old man passed out on the side of the road on the edge of an alley. I should be thinking I'm happy to kill someone and get it over with. But I hated the idea of taking someone's life. It was dreadful. Shaking my head, I decided to get it over with. Making sure I wasn't visible to anyone at all, I flipped him over and pulled out the larger blade. He opened his blue eyes and stared at me in complete and utter terror. "I'm sorry." I muttered. I slammed the knife into his throat and quickly removed it. I pulled the bleeding and limp body into the back of the alley. Putting it into a garbage bag, I put in the small space in between a steep wall in front of a gravelly enormous hill. "Eugh. No where to hide it." I sighed. I felt like crying. Sobbing. But, strangely nothing came. Boredom. Maybe.. a shred of glee. No no no no no. It was not good at all and horrible. Before the sun came up, I ran to my house.

Locking the doors with a bolt and chain, and putting the blinds over the windows after locking them, I hid. I hid in a closet in my room. I knew Alastor was coming. I'm going to do everything to prevent that.