“Alright, what do you wanna know?” He said between bites.
“Well….” Alastair rubbed his arm nervously, “I, I d-d-don’t know how you… you p-procure a b-bed…”
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“Come in. You don’t have to knock. It’s your place. You have food? Awesome.”
Jack had gone without food for a week before but he still didn’t like to wait that long but he knew he didn’t have a right to complain with everything Alastair was already doing for him.
“So where have you been?” He asked as he started to eat.
Alastair smiled kindly and a little sheepishly once he opened the door, setting the first bag down in from of Jack and watching him eat. He sat on the edge of the bed and sighed a little, rubbing his neck. “I…t-tend to get lost in p-p-prayer sometimes. I, I don’t mean to. I… I have a q-q-question…”
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Alastair was back in a few hours, with a two bags of fast food. He didn’t understand why it was called fast food, he supposed it had to do with the timely fashion it was given to him.
What Jack didn’t know was that Alastair didn’t have any money, nor means to get food. What he did have, oddly enough, was an impeccable knack of finding very kind people. He didn’t know if it was his attire (he didn’t have anything to change into other than his robes) or something else, but he was often given green pieces of thick paper or, much more helpfully, bags of beef sandwiches. He kept the paper out of courtesy, but he didn’t know what to do with it.
Alastair headed up to the bedroom Jack was staying in and knocked.
jack-tyler askedI-I’m sorry. I’ll be b-b-back very soon, I p-promise. *scurries out the door, mentally berating himself*
jack-tyler askedO-Oh, I’m sorry Jack. I just… I h-h-had a few things I, I needed to take care of. *Alastair forgot he needed to get food even if he didn’t eat.* I’ll be b-b-back soon.
“I other side of Jack. When he little he make me so he still have fun. He need me since he uh hurt Nathan and no see him again. That why I Nathan. I let Jack come back. You like him more then me? Want Jack back?”
Alastair…really had no idea what he was saying. He’d heard of men having another spirit inside him, someone they snapped into suddenly because souls inhabited their hosts. This one… this one was just a child.
“N-no, it’s… I w-w-would just li-, like to speak with J-Jack now…”
A childish giggle comes from Nathan obviously because of Alastair’s attempt at speaking. “Wanna play? Or color? Jack hurt leg so we no play huh? Why you no talk to me? You like Jack more?”
Alastair somehow managed to keep himself calm as he gulped, his mind racing a mile a minute. Perhaps…perhaps Jack was possessed? Oh good god above, he really hoped not. He wasn’t trained to deal with possessions. But…the entity didn’t seem malicious. Just… a child. “We…can-can play. But, c-c-can I ask you s-something? How…d-do you know J-Jack?”
“I not Jack. I Nathan. You new friend? No see you before. You talk funny.”
Alastair stared at him with wide, shocked eyes for a moment. He opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a garbled mess of stutters and he quickly clamped his mouth back shut. This… he had no idea what to make of this. He was beyond confused.
Jack hides his head on his arms again and starts to tremble violently. He starts to whimper but then suddenly falls silent. When he looks at Alastair again his eyes look different. Like he’s not the same person. “Who you?”
Alastair fell silent when Jack did, sighing softly and just sitting there waiting for him to speak. But then Jack looked up, his eyes wide and glassy, innocent almost and Alastair’s brow creased deeply in confused. When the boy spoke his confusion grew exponentially.
“I’m…A-Alastair, Jack… what’s w-w-wrong?”
“Okay, yea. I didn’t know what I was doing but I killed a kid. I was a kid myself but I can’t help but think what if the one who b-broke me in did what I did to Nath… uh the kid to me.” He goes white at this point and looks like he’s hiding something big.
“Children do n-not have the k-k-knowledge or-, or capacity to k-know their c-crimes,” Alastair tried to say kindly, stroking Jack’s cheek lightly with his thumb like his priest would do to him after his nightmares, “Y-you must le-l-let go.”
I-I d-d-don't know how I, I got here. I, I, I was told I am sup-pposed to become a-a d-d-demon...s-surely th-this isn't, isn't destiny?
