Alastor's Past {Theory Fan Fiction}

~No need for an oven~

  "Oh Alastor, you don't need to cook the meat! Silly boy." My mother said, referencing to the fresh corpse laying before her.

"But Mother, how are we supposed to eat it?" I replied, playing along with these dumb charades .

"Well isn't it obvious? We eat him raw!"

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     I looked down on the corpse of my dead father, his body lay there still on my cold, wet, cement back steps. About 20 minutes ago, I truly believed I was going to die. I was only 12 at the time, but I had known what it was like to fear death as if it was a distant memory.

     My father was an ill tempered man. He spent all his time out of the house, working while my mother was forced to stay at home and do the house work. Father was a tall and sturdy brown haired man with blue eyes. My mother was a decently slim woman with silky raven hair and deep ember eyes. I, unfortunately, had been born with my father's hair, and eye color. The only close ways I resembled my mother was facial features and my unusually slender body. I had always been a slim fellow, even long before the great depression.

     Even though my father could be nice when he wasn't drinking or ignoring my mother and I, he never tried to become close with me, so naturally I gravitated towards my mother. She was different from my father in every possible way. She was charming and upbeat. She also always tried to look on the bright side of things. Yet through all the labors of my efforts have could never understand what was so off and mysterious about her.. until that one, faithful day.

     My father had been having a rough time at work and was late arriving home. He missed dinner and didn't even bother to call and tell my mom before hand, so she was worried all night. She scolded him as soon as he walked in the door. I was supposed to be asleep by then but was uncomfortable and had tried to come downstairs and grab a glass of water to try and put me to sleep. I soon heard shouting as I walked down the stairs. I hid in the shadows but looked over the banister and through my living room, into the kitchen. My father was pushing my Mother further and further towards the back door, till she had no choice and ran out back. I watched as I saw my father chase after her, unarmed.

     The next things I heard were as follows: a loud crash up against the side of a house, a scream, a smash of a trash can and a loud thud along with the sound of something heavy hit the thin, metal porch door, scrapping down the side to an abrupt hault.

     I raced through the living room, to the kitchen and than sunroom, opened the porch door to see my mother, holding an axe, crying and kneeling over my father, whom was spurred out across the rock hard steps. Dead as a doorknob with a large, rusty, wooden axe that he used to use to cut firewood, stuck into his chest.

     I wanted to scream but nothing was coming out. I could only stand there in pure fear and astonishment.

     "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry you had to whiteness that!" My mother got up off the body, rushing towards me, going in for a hug. I couldn't react. My body wouldn't let me. So I just stood there and took it. I was soon brought back to reality by the smell of fresh blood, looking down again and letting it all flow through my mind, this time really sinking in.

     "Mother.. You just.. " I was at a loss for words.

     "He was threatening you pumpkin! I had to take precautions." She said in an oddly innocent manner, as if she had not just brutally axe murdered my father.

     "Yes but.. You didn't have to kill him!"

     "Oh, sure I did! If he had just killed me where would you be Al? You couldn't defend yourself against him if you needed to, so like I said I had to take precautions! Now anyways, we can finally have dinner in piece. Say, Alastor sweety, be a dear and go get me out utensils?" At this point I was starting to really worry.

     "What will we need those for?"

     " Al, don't ask me yet, you'll see in time." I sighed and played along, going inside to get two sets of kitchen forks and knives. Once I came back my mother had put down the axe and was standing on the other side of my dad, further away from the house. I handed my mom the fork and knife, still standing a good ways away from her.

     "Now, Alastor. I hope you haven't lost your appetite. So dig in!" She said, kneeling down next to my father's corpse.

     "Wait now, you want me to commit cannibalism like some sort of savage monster?!" I shrieked in disbelief.

     "Oh Al, not all cannibals were savages, just look at the Fijans!" I shook my head in rage, but managed to shoot out a snide remark.

     "Well why don't we just cook him, sure he'd taste just like bacon, the pig he was."

     "Oh Alastor, you don't need to cook the meat! Silly boy." My mother said, referencing to the fresh corpse laying before her.

"But Mother, how are we supposed to eat it?" I replied, playing along with these dumb charades .

"Well isn't it obvious? We eat him raw!"

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     "C'mon sweetie, you know you want a bite. Here! You can have the first one!" I was too busy focusing on the corpse's expressionless face to notice my mother cut into the fat on his neck and get up, trying to shove it in my face. I automatically jumped back at first sight, backing up into the side of the house.

     "Al! Just one bite!" My mother held me against the fall and eventually force fee me the meat. It tastes so weirs, like led with the hardness of caramel. I was forced to swallow all of it whole and through tears.I

     "See Alastor. Not that ba-" Before my mother could finish that sentence, I put my foot behind here and pushed her forwards, tripping her up. She fell to the ground in one swift movement and before she had a second to react, there was a loud crack and splat on the stone ground. Blood was seeping from her head, and her eyes rolled towards the sky, lifeless.

     Alastor's heart sank. He had only now realised what he has been doing and now what was already done.

     "No.. No no NO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! WHY ME?!!? WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN!?" He screamed through tears, holding onto his mother. The taste of blood still resonating in his mouth. For some reason, he started to like it.