It's time for another chapter everyone! Let's continue this Spooky season with another frightening song!
You know what's more frightening than ghosts and ghouls? A serial killer singing the thrill he gets when he murders!
The moment I heard this song, I knew it was perfect for Alastor! This takes place when Alastor was alive.
Alastor belongs to Vivienne Medrano/Vivziepop
The song Alive is from the Musical Jekyll and Hyde. Written by Frank Wildhorn.
Enjoy!
Chapter 13: Alive (Jekyll and Hyde)
The year was 1928. Deep in the heart of New Orleans, a man was finishing up his show. Once he left the Radio Station, well past one in the morning. He loved the late night shows, but now he was seeking a new form of entertainment. One with a more personal touch. To get up close and personal. To crave the hunger that was driving him into the streets. The man had tannish skin, brown eyes and hair. He was currently wearing a top hat and a cape, which was billowing behind him as he made his way through the streets. The moon cascading down on the sleepy town.
The person was the famed New Orleans radio host Alastor LaBlanc. He chuckled himself as he got away from the building. Swerving through the allies as he made sure no one saw him. He could feel the excitement building up inside. Eager to start his nightly hunt. He looked around the dark streets.
"What is this feeling of power and drive?" He placed a hand on his chest. "I've never known, I feel alive! Where does this feeling of power derive? Making me know, why I'm alive."
He ducked into another ally, bringing his cape up to his face, eyes darting.
"Like the night it's a secret. Sinister, dark, and unknown."
He jumped onto the street lamp, using one hand to hold onto the post as called out to the street.
"I do not know what I seek, yet I'll seek it alone!"
He jumped off the street post, continuing his walk through the streets.
"I have a thirst that I cannot deprive. Never have I, felt so alive!"
He chuckled to himself, twirling the cane that he had in his hand, swinging it like he was attacking someone with it.
"There is no battle I couldn't survive! Feeling like this, feeling alive!"
He looked up at the moon. The mysterious of the night hidden beneath it's glow. Alone, for tonight, there was no clouds or stars accompanying it. Just the endless sky as it shone. It's lone light gracing those who have yet to pass on. Yet even alone, the light from the moon continued to shine like it was alive itself.
"Like the moon, an enigma. Lost and alone in the night." He grabbed his cape then through it behind him, clenching his fist and raising his cane up to the nightly specter that lit the world from the darkness.
"Damned by some heavenly stigma. But blazing with life!" He continued on through the streets. "It's the feeling of being alive! Filled with evil but truly alive!"
"It's the truth that cannot be denied!" He chuckled to himself as he leaned against the lamp pole. "It's the feeling of being Alastor!"
He stopped feeling an odd sense in his chest. He brought both hands up.
"Wait. What's this?" He reached inside his vest pocket and pulled out a locket. He opened it to see that it had belonged to his good friend Mimzy, who died a year prior. He clutched it close. He forgot that it was there. It was a nice surprise. "Sweet miss. I thought I had lost you."
His dear friend murdered by having her neck snapped by a fellow that got to rough with her after one of her shows. Her death made him feel so alone. Just like after his mother's. His only friend, now gone. He looked up to see the man that killed his dearest friend. He smirked, his eyes glistening with glee.
"It's fate. What bliss." He followed the man, who was unaware of the danger that he was in. "Sweet miss. Your folly will cost you dear. My dear. You'll see. You'll never escape me a meal. I fear, you will pay dear, my dear..."
As the man continued his way home, he felt a presence behind him. He looked backed but he didn't see anyone behind him. He could a heart beating. He wasn't sure if it was his own, or someone else's. He continued walking. Now one edge. Suddenly the flames in the lamp posts were being blown off. He looked around in fear. Trying to keep himself from running.
He jumped hearing a growl. He turned but didn't see anyone. He swallowed nervously, increasing his speed. He heard footsteps. The beating of the heart getting faster. As he turned he saw that he ended up at a dead end. He gulped and turned. A silhouette was standing at the only exit that promised him escape. The figure grinned. It's eyes, no, glasses, being luminated by the moon. Hiding their, no, it was man. Hiding his eyes. The man pressed himself against the wall. And as the figure came closer, he screamed, blood splattering across his attacker's face.
Alastor stepped out of the shadows. Blood was strewn across his face. His eyes were wild with excitement and adrenaline. He made is way through the streets once more.
"Animals trapped behind bars in the zoo need to run rampant and free! Predators leave for the prey the pursue," His eyes went wild as his smile grew. "This time the predator's me!"
He made his way into an alley. He jumped and snagged onto a fire escape ladder. He climbed it up until he reached the rooftop of the building.
"Lost in a raging desire. Fills my whole soul with its curse. Burning with primitive fire. Berserk and perverse!"
He grabbed the end of his cape. Raising it up to his face and then throwing it behind him.
"Tonight, I'll plunder heaven blind! Steal from all the gods!" He clenched his hands close to his chest, then gestured out towards the sleeping city. "Tonight, I'll take from all mankind! Conquer all the odds! And I feel I'll live on forever!"
An image of Lucifer manifested next to him. The ruler of Hell smirking as he looked over his shoulder at the serial killer.
"With Satan himself by my side! And I'll show the world that tonight and forever the name to remember's the name Alastor!"
He jumped off of the building, snagging onto a lamp post and sliding down it. He landed onto the street and continued his reign of terror through the night.
"What a feeling to be so alive! I have never seen me so alive!" He leaned against a wall, looking at his hands. "Such a feeling of evil inside! That's the feeling of being Alastor LaBlanc!"
He continued on the streets. The adrenaline coursing through his veins. The thrill that he was once again playing the police. Never leaving a connection of the folks that he head killed. He chuckled to himself as he licked his cheek, tasting his victim's blood.
"And this feeling of being alive! There's a new world I see come alive!" He grinned as he looked at the city before him. Throwing his cape out behind him. "It's a truth that cannot be denied! There's no feeling like being Alastor!"
The radio host cackled as he vanished into the shadows. No one would ever know that Alastor LaBlanc was the infamous serial killer, The Smiling Man. New Orleans was left to be plagued of the random murders until his death. It was truly an exhilarating activity that made him feel alive.
Let it be known that anyone, any character and so forth must wear a top hat and cape when singing this song. It is law.
Other than that, I love this song! I knew it was for Alastor the moment I heard it!
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