Aloysius hated travelling. He just hated it. Okay. Maybe he didn't hate travelling, but he hated having to travel with the chauffeur that his mother had appointed him. In order to keep an eye on him she had picked the most stupid, dense and all round idiot you could find. He could not even begin to fathom why his mother wanted to do this to him. His guess would be to keep him on a short leash, or at least something along those lines. No matter. It was time for him to break his ‘leash’. His mother had served him well over the past few years, but he didn’t need the old hag anymore. He had been twisted and manipulated far too long by her. He had let her take advantage of him and now because of her he was stuck in the frightful situation he was now in. He had gone beyond the point of no return along time ago.
It was now him or Salem. Both could no longer exist in this world concurrently, despite any feelings one might have for the other. The distant past was just that, a memory. If politics hadn’t gotten involved, Aloysius would have been in The Guild and who knows how far him and Salem would have gone. He never wanted the power himself, despite what Salem’s father might have thought. He would have been perfectly content with living by Salem’s side. He no issue recognising her power, or at least he used to. In the aftermath of her father's decision, his mother had taken the chance to try and convince him to rise up and remove the De Silva’s from power for good.
So here he was, locked in a kind of proxy war against his former lover for power he never wanted to start with. Still. The past eight or so years had given him some lust for power, and he would no longer say no to it. But he was more than aware that the second he did succeed in his goals, his mother would try and use him for her own selfish gain. While Aloysius would never class himself as evil; he would most certainly put his mother into that category. If he was going to go through with this it was going to be for himself, not anyone else. So for now he needed to try and break away from his toxic mother. And he had just the plan to do that.
On the sly, Aloysius had been saving money and emptying his accounts to other accounts that were hidden from his mother. Most importantly none of these accounts were in his name, but instead under an alias. So all he had to do now was to make his mother believe that he had suffered an unfortunate accident. Which exactly why he had bought his wonderfully dull chauffeur with him. They had driven all the way out of New York and into the forests and hills that dotted the landscape. Tall trees and miles of ever stretching wilderness was now surrounding them. They had stopped for a rest break by a railway crossing in the middle of nowhere. They hadn’t seen another vehicle for at least a good hour which was perfect. All Aloysius had to do now was wait.
His dumbass chauffeur was busy sitting on the bonnet of the jet black vehicle they had driven out on, eating some kind of meaty food. Aloysius didn’t really care to be honest. As for Aloysius himself he was busy leaning against a tree observing the railway tracks. He was looking in both directions, hoping that any time soon a train was going to pass by. He secretly hoped it was going to be a freight train. While he needed to execute his plan today, he didn’t want to have to destroy a passenger train if he could help it. While other members of his organisation might be blood thirsty, Aloysius just wanted to get all this over with. Every person killed just made this war more and more costly. And while he didn’t exactly like the non-magi, they didn’t deserve to get caught in the middle of this.
The symphony of sounds that comprised of the forest was interrupted when the signal crossing siren began, pulling Aloysius out of his trance like staring state. Looking both ways he finally spotted what he wanted. And to his relief it was a some kind of freight train. The train would keep getting closer and closer towards the duo. Aloysius kicked himself towards off the tree he had been slouching against and casually began to yawn, stretching his arms into the air. Once his arms were up in the air however he would quickly bring them down with force, back to his waist. As he did that there would be a sudden updraft of wind in front of him. Underneath the train a sudden cone of gale-force would spring from the ground, lifting the train from its track, the carriages that the train comprised of broke apart from one another and began to fly all over the area.
The chauffeur let out a large scream watching the train break apart and hurtle towards them. Waving his hand once more, Aloysius summoned a second, more focused bolt of wind, appearing from behind the broken train, just to propel the debris closer to his idiot chauffeur and vehicle. In a single crash both the vehicle and the poor man were crushed. What a shame. No more having to listen to annoying conversations about his dog eating his sofa while he was away. Things were going to well, that was until one of the stray containers that were attached to train came loose and was flying towards Aloysius. Swiftly, he flicked his wrist and the container suddenly was flung to the side, hitting a poor pine tree. At this point everything had calmed down. The sounds of the crash had died down, and the symphony of the forest resumed undisturbed.
Aloysius surveyed the scene. His vehicle was well and truly destroyed and his chauffeur was most certainly no longer of this world. Time to vanish. Aloysius reached into his black overcoat he was wearing and pulled out a vial of red liquid. It was actually blood. His own. Collected earlier this morning when he went to the clinic for a blood test. No one needed to know that he had ‘borrowed’ the sample. Popping open the vial he carefully began to drop small droplets of his own blood in a line, moving from the vehicle wreckage and ending just where the forest began. Once there he poured the remaining contents on the muddy grass to make a small pool of blood and proceeded to drop his wallet on the floor there. To finish it off he pulled out his work phone; the only phone that he had according to his mother, and proceeded to pick up a nearby rock and bring it down on the phones screen, smashing it. Now destroyed, Aloysius discarded the phone next to his wallet.
Now it looked like there had been an unfortunate accident. Aloysius had crawled out of his vehicle, bleeding and stumbled off into the forest. Never to be seen again. Who knows, maybe he gotten eaten by the wolves that stalked the forest. His body would afterall, never be found. They would search and look, but would find nothing. It was now time for him to disappear. Before that though he needed to do one last thing. He pulled out his ‘personal’ phone and opened the camera app, taking a picture of the wreckage. He then began to message someone, attaching the picture in the process. The person he was messaging was none other than Salem. Underneath the picture he put the message:
”Whoops! I sneezed xD”
He knew she wasn’t going to take it well. It was Salem. Even when they were together she constantly had her serious face on. She only ever laughed rarely at his jokes. Though this one was more of a deliberate attempt to mock/annoy her.
With the picture sent, Aloysius began to walk down the long road, back to the nearest town, which from memory was roughly a mile away. Not too long a walk, but long enough for him to enjoy the tranquility of the forest for a bit. Once he had arrived at the small town he hastily summoned a taxi and made a beeline for New York. Sitting in the back of the cab, Aloysius checked his messages. He knew he needed to see everyone tonight. There were going to be consequences for what he just did and he needed to make sure they were prepared. He opened the Dark Shadow group chat and sent a single message:
”Meeting Tonight. 8PM. HQ. Don’t be late.”
With that he turned his phone off and proceeded to relax. It was a long ride back, so he might as well make himself comfortable. An hour later, the news broke out about the crash. While everyone was obviously concerned for the loss of life, the media couldn’t help reporting that the heir to the Leighton Empire had died. Despite the fact the police had released a statement saying that he was missing. Bloody media. Oh well. Aloysius had his phone off too. So no one who saw the news could message him. Until the meeting tonight, it would look like he had well and truly vanished. And that was exactly how Aloysius wanted it.
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