Requested by an IRL friend. Alastor is being his sweet serial killer self :)

You ran. You ran as fast as you could. The darkness was overwhelming, you kept running into bushes and trees. Your throat stung, dried by the constant rushed intake of oxygen. You lungs hurt, and you were getting tired. But, if you stopped, you'd die. You had been taking your regular evening walk by the forest when a man started chasing you. You were able to see the glint of a knife blade in the fading sunlight, and you ran. It had to have been about a half an hour now. There were tears running down your face, drying on your cheeks. Eventually you stopped hearing the chasing footsteps. You stopped running, and tried to stop breathing so you could listen for anyone. The half moon lit up the forest just a little, and you were barely able to see anything. You heard nothing. Maybe he gave up? You kept listening, and didn't hear a thing except for the breeze in the leaves. You walked further, past a large tree. You then felt someone grab you and pin you against the tree. He was hiding there! "What a shame I caught you," the man said, a mocking tone in his voice. Hang on...you recognized that voice! It was Alastor, that radio host! "Please, let me go," you whispered. Maybe there was a small chance that he would, if you begged enough. If you promised him anything he wanted, all your money, anything. "I'm afraid I can't, dear," he said before you felt a sharp, cold pain in your chest. You gasped, and before you screamed, he put his hand over your mouth. He had stabbed you. He pulled the knife back out, and stabbed you again, this time in another place. You were sobbing, trying to push him away, kicking, doing whatever you could. Alastor chuckled a bit, as if entertained by your struggle. Wait...of course he was entertained. He was killing you! You felt a strange feeling in your throat and coughed, feeling a warm liquid in your mouth. It tasted strange, and it took you a moment before realizing it was blood. Alastor stabbed you again, and you shrieked in pain. You could hear the faint echo, despite his trying to cover your mouth. Your legs were getting weaker, and you were sliding down the trunk of the tree. You coughed again and felt blood bubbling at your lips. Alastor let go of you and you collapsed onto the ground. You coughed up more blood and covered a wound with your hand. You then felt Alastor grabbing you and dragging you towards him. He was now sitting on the ground, his back against the tree. You saw the knife on the ground next to him. He cradled you in his arms, brushing your hair from your eyes with a blood-soaked hand. You were gasping for breath, coughing up blood. "Why did you do this to me?" you asked, your voice raspy. "Hush, darling," he responded, gently wiping blood from your cheek. You were confused as to why he was now being so gentle. He had grabbed you pinned you against a tree, stabbed you, laughed at your attempts to fight back, and now he was seemingly comforting you. This man was crazy. He was running his fingers through your hair, and you feebly tried to grab his arm and push it away. It took all the strength you had, but your hand just fell off of his arm limply. You coughed up some more blood, feeling it run down your cheek. You started to feel dizzy, and you cried more. This really was the end. You would never see your family again. You could never visit your friends again. Your life was coming to an end, right in the arms of your killer, a famous radio host. Lots of people looked up to him, and none of them know he's doing this. You tried to scream again, but it was just more of a pitiful wail, ended by another cough. Alastor clenched his hand around your hair and pulled sharply, as if a punishment. "Please don't!" you cried, putting your hand on his chest and pushing. You mind was so delirious that you hardly remembered he was sitting with his back against a tree. You couldn't push him away. He loosened his grip on your hair and grabbed your arm, taking your hand off his chest. "Don't worry dear, it will all be over soon. Calm down," he said, a soothing tone in his voice. He gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb. Surprisingly, you were calmed by him. His voice soothed you, and the way he stroked your cheek reminded you of your mother. you looked through the canopy of tree leaves, spotting a few stars in the sky. Your vision was getting black around the edges, and the black was very slowly swallowing your vision. your body started to feel tingly, and the pain of your stab wounds was fading. Your muscles slowly relaxed, your lungs stopped fighting for air so much, and with one final cough, everything was dark and silent.

I hope y'all enjoyed! I feel like it was too short? Let me know in the comments :) My friend asked me to write this and I really wanted to try and give it a shot. I hope you liked the end, I really wanted to experiment with that whole "comforting" thing. I'm not sure how I feel about it, LOL! So, anyways, if you'd like me to write anything you want, comment down below! I'd be good with writing anything really :) Thanks for reading, and be sure to follow me for more stories :)