Alastor is a... intriguing person. His mother disappeared when he was young, leaving him, his brother, and father all alone. His father, Bernard, has war trauma, so he wasn't ever there for him. Alastors father is a descendant of German blood, and knows some of the language himself. But, for some odd reason Alastor and his younger brother, Truman, were never allowed to meet their German relatives.
As Alastor gets older he starts to feel.. different. He notices the door knob has started molding into the shape of his hand. And his books are starting to burn at the edges he hold them. His hair starts to slowly change colors, orange.
What's going on?
TW: Abuse, Obscene Language, Violence.
Rewriting some parts.
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Warnings:
This story is going to be graphic.
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A Mafia Story.
The smell of smoke and blood fill the air. The gunpowder is still floating all around, the pure silence and pure terror once you hear that tigger pull and the bullet come wailing out the end of the barrel. A warm splat of something wet lands on my face.
Blood. It was blood.
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"Why don't you do it yourself you fucking coward"
I spit at his feet , slamming my back against the chair trying to get my hands free.
"Watch it, bitch."
He growls , running his thumb across my lip smearing my blood upwards across my cheek.
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