[ PROLOGUE: THE BEGINNING AFTER THE END ]
[ "H-hey I-I already told you idiots... I don't know jack sh-shit!" ]
Alastor watches as his head gets dangled from the highest point of the building he is in, which overlooks the streets below...
The streets look beautiful, many colors blending in together to make a cacophony. To Alastor who loves art; this is beautiful.
But it became less beautiful when he realized that his head may plausibly smash, and splatter on the pavement below.
Possible hurting civilians, workers, or children that are walking by... He doesn't want that to happen; so with the little strength he has left, he uses it to break free— break free from the thugs.
But sadly, years of malnutrition and a poor diet made Alastor's body weaker than the average adult...Even plausibly weaker than a 13-year old child... So with ease, he was manhandled.
[ "M-my father will hear about this!" ]
[ "I-I'll call the fucking police, you hear me?!! I'll call the fucking police, I'll get you assholes arrested." ]
He tried whatever he could, but those threats seemingly fell to deaf ears, as instead of apologizing and letting him go free— not to his death, but instead to his safety.
They instead lowered his head more, at the point that his legs which are being carried are supporting him. Each leg being held by two burly, fat, and snobby hands... [ "F-fuck, no! NO!" ]
Not being able to handle it anymore, he for the first time since forever; the snobbish prick which is named Alastor Blank, felt fear... As he then yelled out, not wanting to die; [ "I-I have money!" ]
[ "Y-you can have my damn money, h-how many do you want?! J-just let me the hell go." ]
He felt the hands in his legs lessening in strength, subsequently lowering him even more... This made him fear for his life.
[ N-no, no, n-not that kind of free. P-please!" ]
[ "N-no! G-god, h-help!!" ]
Alastor who rarely cried, and would prefer seeing someone else cry. Couldn't help but silently weep, his visions that are spinning slowly being drenched by both tears and sweat... As he dangles from the rooftop.
[ "So, you do know God." ]
[ "Isn't that funny..." ]
Huh...?!
Why shouldn't I?
He craned his neck to look at the direction where the grumpy voice came from, and instantly sees a man that he recognized; in seeing the man, he felt fear... And at that moment right there, he knew he's fucked.
[ "O-oh shit...!" ]
[ "Yeah, remember me you pendejo?!!" ]
The spanish, mexican, whoever, whatever. Yes, Alastor knows who he is. Met him plenty of times; and in all of those times... Shit didn't always end great.
[ "A-ah shit...!" ]
He prayed in his heart, that the bald dude with a scar on his face wouldn't kill him... He hasn't had a son yet, he wished he had made one; but due to his cautionary nature, he always pulled out... Now he regrets it. Hope he has a secret lovechild somewhere.
[ "A-ah shit indeed." ]
[ "L-listen Alejandro, whatever p-problems we may have... L-let's forget about it; bygones be bygones, yeah?" ]
[ "..." ]
[ "..." ]
[ "..." ]
Alastor smiles at the tired-looking Alejandro, and in return they had a staring contest. Which led the latter to give in a sight of defeat, and a small subtle grin in the end..
[ "Get him up." ]
T-that worked?
He noticed the bewildered look of the two men that are holding him, but in compliance with the man that gives them money...
They did what he asked, and pulled Alastor up; the latter kissed the floor when he stepped foot in it— not bothered by the looks he was receiving from the two henchmen.
[ "A-alejandro do-don't worry I-I wouldn't talk about this with the po-police, o-or to my father." ]
A lie, he'll tell everything that happened to the police, to the FBI, to anyone who wants to listen. And yes, he'll also tell everything that happened, to his father...
He may get beaten up by the old man, but that isn't a problem, as long as this asshole gets what he fucking deserves; then that means Alastor's good for it.
[ "N-none will know ab-about thi-" ]
[ "None indeed, friend." ]
He tried to reassure the man, playing in his hands; trying to trick him. But in hearing that, a gut feeling came to Alastor... And before he knew it... A dagger was stabbed in his neck.
In swift motion, not giving him time to react as he widens his eyes in response... Staring at the grinning mexican-indian-bald mother fucker that stabbed him; [ "F-fhuck..." ]
He tried grabbing the man in anger, a last resort as he knows he'll die. But with ease, Alejandro moved to the side; causing Alastor to fall and hit his body on the ground with a thud.
His perfect face that was made through hundreds of plastic surgeries, burning thousands of dollars now being smeared with tears, sweat, blood, and now with dust and dirt...
His mind race making both sour and sweet memories inside it to play; from childhood to adulthood— which is never a good sign to someone that is about to die; [ "N-no...!" ]
Memories of when his extended family would visit during the holidays, when times we're simpler than they are now. Times when he was nothing but a child, worrying about when and where to play; and not how he'll pay taxes.
Memories of his mother's face in the hospital, day-by-day getting more sick, smiling at him. Reassuring the poor snot covered young boy....Memories of when he first met his father, after his mother's death.
The memories of him going to america, adjusting. Then going to a private school, being isolated due to his appearance that didn't look "normal."
Memories of his descend to a life of partying, drugs, sex and orgies that happened due to one bad influence. Being shamed by his father, him leaving everything behind— including his father. Selling his body to survive...
And finally, the plausible reason why all of this is happening... Him having done it with Alejandro's girlfriend... And then the sister... And then with the mother... And then with all three.
He couldn't bring himself to care about those latter memories. As he instead flashes back to the faces of his warm mother, and his seemingly cold father... Contrast, but loved him in their own ways.
Shame it only took him years to realize, and being stabbed in the neck... When finally both of them are now dead...
And him seemingly about to follow suit; that didn't stop him from calling out to them— his parents, his shield, his only ally in this cruel-cruel evil world.
[ "M-mom...?!!" ]
[ "D-dad...!!?" ]
[ "I-I ne-need you..." ]
Al needs you...
P-please...
Save me, p-please...
He cried out for his parents, wishing to hear their comforting words— more so his mother rather than his father's, but still, he wants to hear it. Even at the point that a hallucination would do.
Perhaps some voices created in his mind also would do... But no matter what Alastor does... He couldn't seem to hear it.
Partially due to him having not heard it for a long time, and also because he has forgotten his parents' voice.
How stupid had he become... Crawling away with no direction in mind, Alastor was stopped when he felt someone grabbing the back of his legs, dragging him.
[ "This is for fuckin' up my business!" ]
Wanting to fight back, but not having strength. Alastor laid there as the crazy bald freak that is cosplaying as Lex Luther grab the dagger from his neck. With pain, he then felt it reinsert... In his back, then in his arms, then in every part of his body...
He felt the man stab him multiple times; each time more painful than the last, drawing blood each time; each time also making him groan, wail, and scream... Before finally...
His eyes rolled not out of pleasure alike most of the times, but instead of pain... As he now died... Hapless.
[ "Dead idiota, finally." ]
[ "Hey, hey. Dim, Tim..." ]
[ "Grab the plastic bag, get this fool out of my sight." ]
Following orders the two burly men did what they we're told... As they grabbed the dead-body of one Alastor Blank stuffing it into a black empty body bag.
Age 27.
Died as he lived... As a fuckin' waste of human resource.
[ "Rest in piss, pendejo." ]
His body soon-to-be floating under the sea somewhere, tied to a cement block, and soon-to-be fish food.
To whoever fish that likes plastic that is.
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