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The year was 1838 and Alastair Sawyer walked down the cobbled street of Scotland holding the hand of his 10 year old sister Aldia. Alastair smiled down at the young girl with his storm grey eyes who hopped from stone to stone giggling to herself.

“Careful” Alastair chuckled as Aldia stumbled slightly on a large stone gripping Alastair’s hand tighter.

“I’m always careful” Aldia pouted.

“Then how did you get that scrape on your knee?” Alastair teased.

“Fine I’m not always careful but neither are you” Aldia replied.

“No one’s always careful Aldia. Everyone stumbles or makes mistakes even if you’re the queen” Alastair said.

“Ali?” Aldia tugged on his hand causing him to stop and look down at her.

“Yes?” He asked crouching down so he was level with her.

“Can you promise me something?” Aldia asked.

“What?”

“Promise you won’t leave me” Aldia whispered tears filling her green eyes.

“Why would you think I would leave you?” Alastair tilted his head to the side.

“Uncle Martin and Aunt Helen left me when I stayed at their house. I just don’t want you, mommy or daddy leaving me” Aldia sniffed.

“Aldia I promise I will never leave you. Ok?” Alastair smiled. Aldia smiled back at him and nodded before wrapping her arms around his neck. Alastair stroked her hair and stood up so she could wrap her legs around his waist to carry her back to their house. Later that night Alastair left for a walk and stopped an hour later by an alley. He turned his head when he heard giggling and saw a man and a woman kissing each other against the wall. Feeling slightly jealous of them he sighed and was about to leave until he noticed the back entrance to a kitchen open slightly. Alastair felt something inside him telling him to go grab a knife. Complying he walked to the ajar door and opened it before slipping in and grabbing a large, sharp kitchen knife. Alastair glanced at his reflection in the knife before gripping the hilt tight and going back outside. The sound of his shoes against the cobble broke the couple apart and made them look to him.

“Get lost” The man growled. Alastair had his head looking to the ground and when he looked up he had a sinister grin on his face. The woman became nervous and so did the man when Alastair pulled his hand around from his back and held the knife by his side.

“Wha….what are you doing?” The man stuttered backing into the wall with the woman as Alastair stepped over to them

“Why should you be happy when I can’t?” Alastair said before he swiftly sliced the man’s throat. The woman screamed before he sliced her throat making the sound come out horsed. Blood from their necks sprayed out and coated Alastair’s face. The body’s dropped to the ground and Alastair took a step back before realizing how good it felt having done that. Crouching down Alastair lifted the man’s shirt and carved a 1 into his abdomen before looking to the girl and slicing her dress open and carving a 2 into her abdomen. Before he left Alastair grabbed two jars from the kitchen and filled them with water before going back over to the couple and crouching down again. Alastair left the alley holding two jars in his hands with the hearts of the couple and the bloody knife tucked under his arm. Two nights later Alastair felt the want and need to kill again so he grabbed a bag and gloves before leaving with his knife. A month later the mist of the dark gloomy night ghosted along the floor as a choked out sound echoed around the dark alley. Alastair grinned as the body of an 18 year old girl slid down the wall lifeless. He picked up his knife and crouched down before lifting her shirt exposing her abdomen. Alastair skilfully carved a perfect 19 and also carved the words ‘You’ll never catch me’ across her abdomen. Once he
was done he stood up and left the scene while pulling on his coat. The next day in the
newspapers the headline caught Alastair’s attention ‘The butcher strikes again’ making him smirk to himself. He paid for the newspaper and looked at the main article.

‘The body of an 18 year old girl was found butchered in the alley beside Burke and Hare early this morning. The girl’s body had the words ‘You’ll never catch me’ carved into her abdomen along with the number 19. The girl’s heart was neatly removed from her chest suggesting that the killer is a surgeon who knows what he’s doing. Scotland yard are asking people to come forward if they have or know any information at all about the unidentified girl or the killer.’ Alastair walked back to his house shaking his head at the name they gave him.

“Hey Ali” Aldia chimed leaping on him as he came in the door.

“Hello Aldia” Alastair smiled down at her.

“Where were you last night?” His mother asked as they walked into the kitchen.

“I was working late I apologize” Alastair replied.

“Don’t be late again” His father growled. Alastair nodded and went up to his room quickly before shutting the door and locking it behind him. He pulled his knifes out of his bag by his side and wiped the blood off them before placing them neatly back in a black and gold coloured box starting from smallest to largest. Next Alastair pulled out a large trunk from under his bed and opened it before placing a jar with the girl’s heart in it next to the other eighteen hearts swimming in blood clouded water. Alastair looked over his equipment and pulled out his scalpel which he uses for carving the numbers and letters in his victims and looked at his reflection in the shiny metal. Sighing he put the scalpel back into the box before closing it and putting it into the trunk before sliding it back under his bed. Alastair stood up and walked out of his room to the bathroom across the hall. Aldia skipped up the stairs and heard the creaking of the bathroom door. Curiously Aldia tip-toed over to the door and looked through the crack seeing Alastair staring at his reflection before running the tips of his fingers over the 4 long scars running diagonal on his face, starting on his forehead going over his left eye down over and past his nose stopping slightly onto his right cheek. Aldia tilted her head and saw Alastair take off his gloves only to reveal bloody hands which he cleaned till all the stained blood was down the drain. Aldia gasped catching Alastair’s attention making his head snap to the door. His features softened and he dried his hands before going out to her.

“Aldia” Alastair said gently crouching down in front of her.

“Why….why did you have bloo….blood on your hands?” Aldia stuttered afraid.

“I’m the one who found that girl in the alley this morning. Aldia you cannot tell mother or father do you understand?” Alastair lied. Aldia sighed in relief thinking he was innocent and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I won’t” She whispered. Alastair smiled and patted her back before standing up with her still attached to his neck. Alastair walked down the stairs carefully while Aldia wrapped her legs around his waist so she wouldn’t fall.

“Sooo I was thinking we could go out to dinner tonight?” His mother suggested once they were in the kitchen.

“Why?” His father asked.

“Well it is Alastair’s 21st birthday tomorrow so I thought we could go out as a family” His mother shrugged.

“There is no need” Alastair spoke up.

“Why not?” His mother tilted her head. Alastair felt his father and Aldia’s eyes on him but he kept his gaze on his mother.

“I do not think that it being my birthday tomorrow causes need for us to go out. I do not like people making a big deal out of me is all” Alastair replied.

“Ok” His mother sighed.

“We can still go out mother I just do not want it to be about me” Alastair added. His father scoffed and turned back to his newspaper.

“Do you have a problem with what I said?” Alastair asked.

“You say you do not want it to be about you yet all week everything has been about you” His father replied.

“Explain on how this past week has been about me?” Alastair stressed tempted to grab the kitchen knife and slit his father’s throat.

“You’ve been coming home late every night, you have more money than your job pays and you keep buying items and keeping them from the rest of us” His father explained.

“That to me sounds like my business and not all about me. I do not have to tell you what I purchase if I do not wish to do so” Alastair gritted out as Aldia went over to their mother.

“I as your father have the right to know why you lock your room when you’re not in there, how you come home wearing gloves when you didn’t leave with them and how you have a spot of blood on your collar” His father stood up. Alastair looked to his collar and damned himself on the inside when he saw a single drop of blood.

“It is my blood I cut my lip last night” Alastair kept calm.

“You know what I think? I think that you’re ‘The Butcher’ everyone’s been talking about” His father sneered.

“Harold!” His mother exclaimed in shock.

“Think about it. Every night he has gone out a body was found the next day and he comes home late” His father defended.

“Alastair is not a killer!” Aldia cried.

“How do we know you’re not the killer who is trying to pin the accusation on me?” Alastair countered.

“Please. Me? Kill people?” His father barked a laugh.

“You have the power to overpower someone and you know your way around a knife” Alastair shrugged.

“ENOUGH!” His mother yelled making the two look to her.

“Just can’t you go one day without arguing?” She begged. His father growled and walked back over to his chair where he sat back down and resumed with his newspaper.

“I apologize for my words mother. I did not like how he was accusing me of murder” Alastair stated.

“It’s ok Alastair just please no more serial killer talk” His mother sent him a smile.

“Sooo can we still go out tonight?” Aldia asked after a few minutes.

“Just as long as it’s nothing to do with my birthday then yes” Alastair looked to his mother who smiled slightly and nodded. Going back to his room Alastair sat on the edge of his bed and ran a hand threw his slightly long raven black hair before looking to the edge of the trunk that was slightly visible. Sighing he went to the bathroom to have a quick shave and shower to get ready for the night ahead not knowing that one second was going to change his life forever.
Alastair walked between his mother and Aldia with his father to the far left of him. The sound of his mother’s high heels on the stones echoed around the barely populated street.

“Not many people out tonight” His mother commented.

“They fear ‘The Butcher’” His father shot him a glance.

“I’m not scared of him” Aldia said acting brave trying to impress Alastair.

“I doubt ‘The Butcher’ would kill you. You’re too adorable” Alastair ruffled her hair.

“I could take him” Aldia pouted.

“I bet you could” Alastair sent her a small smile. His father eyed him cautiously and looked ahead to see a couple walking hand in hand. Alastair sighed and looked down at the street hiding his jealously so no one would notice. During dinner Aldia was telling Alastair about a trick her friend taught her before demonstrating it for him.

“Very good Aldia” Alastair praised smiling warmly at her making her feel proud. Alastair neatly cut up his meat with his knife making his father narrow his eyes at him.

“Why do you do that?” Aldia asked.

“Do what?” Alastair tilted his head.

“Make everything so neat?” Aldia gestured to the meat.

“I just like everything to be neat” Alastair shrugged. After dinner when they returned home Alastair grabbed his knife and bag and placed a jar to the side before grabbing his black gloves and sneaking out of the house by his bedroom window. He walked until he saw a man smoking by the docks.

“Smoking kills you know” Alastair said startling the man.

“So what?!” The man snapped exhaling the smoke.

“To bad you won’t get to have another” Alastair smirked pulling out his kitchen knife. The man tilted his head at him before backing off slightly dropping the cigarette.

“Hey” The man held his hands up while Alastair carefully placed his bag down and advanced on the man. The man let out a shout for help which is when Alastair lunged and swiftly sliced his throat.

“I love when they scream” Alastair grinned crouching down next to the body before cutting the man’s shirt off his body and carving a 20 on his abdomen before cutting open his chest and carefully removing his heat. He stood up with the heart in his hands dripping blood all over the grey concrete beneath him when he heard the sound of a gun being cocked. Alastair snapped his head towards the sound and wasn’t surprised when he saw his father aiming a gun at him with a disgusted look on his face.

“I knew it” His father growled stepping closer.

“Bravo” Alastair said sarcastically.

“You’re a monster!” His father yelled before firing a round into Alastair’s chest sending him back into the wall. Alastair felt the cold wall at the back of his head and placed his hand weakly over the hole in his chest gushing blood.

“I’m sorry Aldia” Alastair whispered before he felt his vision black out and his head hit the concrete. The next thing Alastair felt was the warm air hitting his face with a slight breeze. Groaning he sat up shakily and looked around to find himself in a forest.

“What?” Alastair muttered standing up only to stumble and lean against a tree for support. He weakly looked around and tried to figure out where he was only to realize he wasn’t in Scotland anymore. Alastair placed a hand over his chest and felt no bullet wound or even a scar to prove he was ever shot in the first place. He looked to the ground and saw a white mask with an emotionless expression lying where he woke up. Curiously he bent down and picked up the mask before turning it over in his grip. Alastair put the mask over his face and strapped it on before standing back up. He looked back to the ground and noticed a knife and note lying there.

“2013″ Alastair muttered to himself reading the note. Shrugging he put the knife down the side of his black leather belt and began walking. Alastair walked for about an hour before he came to an empty road. He looked both ways unsure of where he was or which way to go. A few minutes later a car sped by him making him fall back from surprise. He began panicking as he had never seen anything like that before.

“Where the hell am I?!” Alastair said to himself before he took off into the forest at a quick pace. Suddenly he stopped and froze before shaking his head and looking around. He heard laughing nearby and grinned before grabbing his knife. Alastair followed the sound and found 2 teens camping in a clear area. He quietly crept up behind the teens and gripped his knife tight before he pressed it to the girls throat while placing his hand over the boys mouth to keep him from screaming.

“I am going to ask you some questions and you are going to answer them. Do you understand?” Alastair growled.

“Yes” The girl squeaked with tears flowing down her pink cheeks.

“Good. Where am I?” Alastair asked.

“America” The girl replied.

“What is the date?” Alastair gritted out.

“July 8th 2013″ The girl choked out.

“Impossible” Alastair muttered to himself before he slit the girls throat and snapped the boys neck. He felt his heart pounding in his chest at the thought of never seeing his sister again so he let out a scream of anger. Alastair suddenly froze again and fell backwards at the sight of the two teens. He began to panic as thoughts raced through his mind on if he was responsible for the deaths. Shakily Alastair stood up and backed away before backing into someone. He froze and turned around only to be met with a creature with mouths on his torso.

“AHH!” Alastair let out a scream and fell back before he froze again and shook his head. He looked at the creature and stood up before grabbing his knife.

“What is wrong with me?” Alastair asked.

“I gave you life” The creature said in multiple voices.

“Why me?” Alastair growled gripping the knife tight.

“I’ve been watching you for years. The one who gave you those scars was one of my own” The creature grinned.

“I feel different” Alastair commented meaning his sudden changes of personality.

“A simple side affect” The creature replied eerily.

“Who are you?” Alastair asked looking up at him.

“I am your worst nightmare” He replied before everything for Alastair went black. Alastair woke up in a dark room and looked around before spotting his mask beside him. He slipped it on and stood up before walking out of the room cautiously. The halls were dark red and almost no light shined in on them making it hard for Alastair to see. He cringed when he heard the screams of men and women echo around the corridors making him want to get out of there fast. Alastair cautiously opened one of the doors and found himself in a room where a young woman who couldn’t have been over 22 was strapped to a metal table with a tray of scalpel’s, knifes and other torture devices layed out. He backed away from the sight but suddenly froze and shook his head before taking in the sight once more. A sinister grin spread across his mask and his face before he shut the door and moved over to the woman who was sobbing behind the gag. Alastair began to torture the woman in every way he knew how until the door slammed open and the creature who brought him back stepped into the room. After a month of torturing people Alastair became tired of being ordered around by a creature whos name he knew not. So one night he gathered his knifes and ran for the forest. He walked around aimlessly for days his personalities changing quicker and becoming more deadly. Alastair grabbed his knife and sat against a tree before letting out a deep sigh. He brought the knife up to his throat and pressed down hard before slitting across letting his blood pour down his neck and torso. Alastair’s vision became dark and he fell to the ground dead. What Alastair did not expect was that he woke up in another part of the same forest in his bloody clothes and his knife beside him. He let out a scream and fell to his knees. Suddenly he began hearing static and looked up and through the tears he saw a tall man in the distance watching his every move. Alastair watched the man before grabbing his knife and following him deeper into the woods hoping to find some answers on how to control his rage and why he is the way he is.
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  1. I was somewhat interesting in the opening,but that all flew out the window when Ally started randomly murdering people.

    Seriously, you can’t have this guy’s “Descent to darkness” when he’s kill people in the second paragraph. Ever heard of build up? We don’t know Alistair, why would we care?

    ” beside Burke and Hare”
    What? I have no idea what you’re trying to say. Anyway, Burke was dead by 1838.

    ““You know what I think? I think that you’re ‘The Butcher’ everyone’s been talking about”

    No-one would say that. Ever. Even if it wasn’t his SON, he’s standing right next to him.

    “The man let out a shout for help which is when Alastair lunged and swiftly sliced his throat.”
    Why didn’t he just run?

    ” a creature with mouths on his torso.”
    The Thing?

    It seems to me whoever wrote this was prejudiced against scotland, saying that they’re all insane murderers.

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  2. This pasta seemed to be all over the place, as if the author couldn’t decide on what they were trying to convey; an impression solidified by the (appearance of Slenderman?) and ‘drops off a cliff’ ending. Also, not sure if English is your first language, but there were quite a few grammatical errors. The reason for Alastair’s bloodlust was never explained (outside of rage and jealousy), but that’s not a feasible explanation for someone turning into a heart-pickling serial killer (not even a Scot). The part where the father accuses his son of being ‘The Butcher’ in front of his family lacked any credibility, as was the scene where Alastair was transported to modern day America and confronted the young couple camping in the forest. More than likely – unless she could lip read – the girl wouldn’t have understood half the words Alastair was saying; like watching the movie “Trainspotting” without subtitles.

    All in all, too many unexplained and incredulous happenings in your pasta. If you choose to rewrite this, I would recommend sticking to one locale and one time period.

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    • Unfortunatly when it comes to serial killers there is not always a reason for it. There have been many who came from normal backgrounds, who were just flat out sociopathic/or had psychopathic tendencies. There is really no background information, he may have been murdering animals for a long time before this.

      The dad accusing him would make sense. His dad seemed like an asshat from the start, combine that with his reasonings, every kill= son home late, the police would call that probable cause. So the dad would have no qualms (being the jackwagon he is) about calling his son out like that. Hell he may have even been fishing for something. We all bought it in Dexter, when Sgt. Doakes thought Dexter was the bay harbor butcher, and all he had was a creepy feeling and not liking the guy.

      The dad? A parent who has raised the child for 21 years? He would definatly notice something off about a sociopath.

      However, I definatly have to agree with you about the whole time-space-wibbly-wobbly thing. I seriously doubt he has a T.A.R.D.I.S. to help him understand the lignual shifts that are clearly seen about every decade. Let alone however long it actually was between his time and the current time. Which begs more questions.

      Time is infact non-linear, but only a perception, take that into account, is he in another reality, all of these things which i feel are not answered.

      There is much work that needs to be done here, I think the Concept of the story can be rewritten, but I would agree in leaving out the time/space continum part.

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  3. This one is bizarre, It was okay in places. The time travelling and super natural element were stupid.

    There is only one time traveller on crappypasta and it’s not this idiot.

    For a Scottish family they speak in a very Southern English manner. I’m going to assume that you’re an American who knows very little about Scotland. One cannot assume that they’re in a different country just because they’re in a heavily wooded area. Especially considering that Scotland is actually quite famous for it’s scenic country side.

    I’d like to see a more reasonable explanation for him doing the killing. I’d like to see more of his relationship with who I assume is his younger Sister.

    Take out the lame monsters (Derp I think the tag may be necessary) and keep it real. The middle section (after the pointless excuse to kill and before the time travelling and lame monsters) this story was actually really interesting and kept me hooked.

    The killings came across as realistic (although I think Scotland Yard must be pretty useless as they have still not managed to catch the careless killer.

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    • TORCHWOOD Taught me never to put my faith in Scotland Yard, Then again Sherlock (yes the BBC Version because i am a Cumberbitch) did not help with the steriotype either.

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      • I haven’t seen either of those shows.

        Basing your views on an entire police force based upon some television shows is probably not the best thing to do.

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        • No probably not, but it sounded funny at the time.

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          • Aah, fair enough, I think I just misinterpreted what you were trying to say.

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  4. Welll all i have to say is…. Wow

    The first part of the pasta was pretty good actually… Untill the part after he gets shot, then it just gets all too cliche.
    I mean seriously! Why should slenderman be in this at all? Look, does it say slender man at the begining hmmm? No. If it was still back then and without the monster and slenderman and the “time travel” im thinking it would have been good.
    4 stars and no up or downvote

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  5. The good thing about this is, it isn’t a wall of text. Think about if it was.

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  6. This is rather confusing. There seem to be a whole lot of components, from serial killing, to masked murderers, to a many-eyed beast, and finally Slender Man? I think this started solidly enough, but quickly spiraled into odd. There was no buildup or warning of Alistair’s deviance, not until he randomly killed the two. There needs to be some sort of rationale for his actions, else I as the reader feel blindsided by something so out of character, and there is no creepy buildup. Serial killers can be scary, but those in 1838 are just historical oddities. The buildup and background are generally what make these stories creepy. From there, the family conversation feels really stiff. It appears to only serve to provide the relevant plot points, without any real concern about the realism of such dialogue. It needs to sound natural, and this does not. Also, random, but I’m not sure birthday dinners out were really big in the 1830s. I mean, I’m sure there were local places, but that would seem to be a more recent tradition, probably one that mostly developed in the last 50 years. This just bugged me and had me scrolling to check the date. I think you could remove that part, and keep most of the relevant dialogue there the same. His dad can still be suspicious, Aldia can still defend him, and it just misses that (possible) anachronism.

    After Alistair is shot, I feel like I got parts of a few other stories tacked on. It does not flow with the original story, nor does it make any real sense. Why is he time travelling, and how did he get caught up in all of this? Who is the weird monster? Why does Alistair torture a woman for a month when that has no other bearing on the plot? I think, overall, this pasta suffers from an abundance of ideas. I think it’s one of the easiest traps to fall into, and it can make for really unengaging stories. There are so many concepts and interesting story components, that the actual plot gets lost, and the reader along with it. Edit this harshly. Decide on the central plot, and remove the extraneous stuff. Then, if necessary, add back in additional details to flesh out the character and the story. There are also some typos which you should probably proofread for, or have a friend help you out with.

    Overall, I think there are some really great ideas here, and some nice execution on telling the story. Unfortunately, the wealth of ideas and plot directions pulled this story apart, leaving only a tangled mess behind. It needs to be trimmed and cleaned up, and then I think there is something interesting in all of this. Keep refining your ideas, and happy writing!

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  7. I am not going to flame this story, because in general the concept was pretty interesting. Yes, there are some componants that kind of weirded me out, but i am sure you are capable of taking the above criticism without me adding onto it.

    So (because you clearly tried) I am going to point out what I think worked, and I would suggest a re-write.

    1) The Brother/Sister relationship: In all reality I really felt this could have been played upon more heavily, did this in any way contribute to his feelings of jealousy about happiness, what about his sisters abandonment did this have any effect on him? It was mentioned so it must have held some importance.

    2) The Father Son relationship: His dad was a Jackwagon of epic perportions, I want to know how this effected the rest of the relationship with his family. It obviously put strain on his relationship with his mother. It also makes the dad seem to question his son’s motives more harshly.

    3) The other monsters, or rather the one who controls him: The though of a person being sent to kill and torture at the will of another creature is a fantastic angle, and allows for your killer to actually become more infamous, while I feel that putting slenderman in here was a bit cheesy, the premise in general is actually pretty good.

    4) He’s BACK!!!: Making an unkillable monster, I like this. There are fights and even when the Protagonist (later) wins the fights, your killer can come back. This gives the reader a sense of hoplessness, but stil pulling for the hero(ine). Specifically, If the monster actually dies but is resurected by the above mentioned master. This will become a source of fuel for his anger.

    5) Jealousy/anger: I want to know WHY he was angry and jealous, this gives meaning to his killings, this makes the reader fear happiness with another. But we need to understand why. If you can get into the why of it, I believe you might have something solid here…

    Other than that please leave out the time travel, atleast so far into the future, If you want to make it more of a Jason Vorheese kind of thing I am all for that. Dies and stays dead for a few hours/weeks/months we never know how long for. And keep him in one region. I want to be afraid to travel to scotland, I want to be scared of hearing about local murders and butchers.

    This character has the potential to be a Creepy Killer, because he is different. He does die. That is the difference, the hero’s have a chance to survive, you would give the readers hope and snatch it away. That is fear, Losing your hope.

    So I am begging PLEASE rework this, because it has the potential to be something epic, It can make us nervouse, because you are making a relatable monster, and i think we need that! (just please make sure that you dont leave any room for the teeny-boppers to love on him) GOOD LUCK!

    Best wishes
    o)(Blessed Be)(o
    Ahriah

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  8. I really liked the beginning, but once I got up to the part where Alastair’s father accused him of being ‘The Butcher’, I lost the feeling of tension being built.
    I would have preferred knowing more about Alastair, rather than ‘He was normal, then he decided to just kill people for no apparent reason’.
    I believe the story would have been better if he STAYED IN THE SAME TIME PERIOD AND WAS NOT KILLED BY HIS OWN FATHER. Maybe Aldia could have discovered he really was ‘The Butcher’ and was overcome by grief, so she killed him. He would most likely let her, considering the fact that he showed a lot of love for her.

    Rewrite:
    The year was 1838 and Alastair Sawyer walked down the cobbled street of Scotland holding the hand of his 10 year old sister Aldia. Alastair smiled down at the young girl with his storm grey eyes who hopped from stone to stone giggling to herself.
    “Careful” Alastair chuckled as Aldia stumbled slightly on a large stone gripping Alastair’s hand tighter.
    “I’m always careful” Aldia pouted.
    “Then how did you get that scrape on your knee?” Alastair teased.
    “Fine I’m not always careful but neither are you” Aldia replied.
    “No one’s always careful Aldia. Everyone stumbles or makes mistakes even if you’re the queen” Alastair said.
    “Ali?” Aldia tugged on his hand causing him to stop and look down at her.
    “Yes?” He asked crouching down so he was level with her.
    “Can you promise me something?” Aldia asked.
    “What?”
    “Promise you won’t leave me” Aldia whispered tears filling her green eyes.
    “Why would you think I would leave you?” Alastair tilted his head to the side.
    “Uncle Martin and Aunt Helen left me when I stayed at their house. I just don’t want you, mommy or daddy leaving me” Aldia sniffed.
    “Aldia I promise I will never leave you. Ok?” Alastair smiled. Aldia smiled back at him and nodded before wrapping her arms around his neck. Alastair stroked her hair and stood up so she could wrap her legs around his waist to carry her back to their house. Later that night Alastair left for a walk and stopped an hour later by an alley. He turned his head when he heard giggling and saw a man and a woman kissing each other against the wall. Feeling slightly jealous of them he sighed and was about to leave until he noticed the back entrance to a kitchen open slightly. Alastair felt something inside him telling him to go grab a knife. Complying he walked to the ajar door and opened it before slipping in and grabbing a large, sharp kitchen knife. Alastair glanced at his reflection in the knife before gripping the hilt tight and going back outside. The sound of his shoes against the cobble broke the couple apart and made them look to him.
    “Get lost” The man growled. Alastair had his head looking to the ground and when he looked up he had a sinister grin on his face. The woman became nervous and so did the man when Alastair pulled his hand around from his back and held the knife by his side.
    “Wha….what are you doing?” The man stuttered backing into the wall with the woman as Alastair stepped over to them, “Why should you be happy when I can’t?” Alastair said before he swiftly sliced the man’s throat. The woman screamed before he sliced her throat, making the sound come out horsed. Blood from their necks sprayed out and coated Alastair’s face. The bodies dropped to the ground and Alastair took a step back before realizing how good it felt having done that. He enjoyed this feeling, one he had never had before; the feeling of seeing his victims scream out as he mercilessly killed them. Crouching down, Alastair lifted the man’s shirt and carved a 1 into his abdomen before looking to the girl, and slicing her dress open then carving a 2 into her abdomen. Before he left, Alastair grabbed two jars from the kitchen and filled them with water before going back over to the couple and crouching down again. Alastair left the alley holding two jars in his hands with the hearts of the couple and the bloody knife tucked under his arm. Two nights later Alastair felt the want and need to kill again so he grabbed a bag and gloves before leaving with his knife. A month later the mist of the dark gloomy night ghosted along the floor as a choked out sound echoed around the dark alley. Alastair grinned as the body of an 18 year old girl slid down the wall lifeless. He picked up his knife and crouched down before lifting her shirt exposing her abdomen. Alastair skilfully carved a perfect 19 and also carved the words ‘You’ll never catch me’ across her abdomen. Once he was done he stood up and left the scene while pulling on his coat. The next day in the newspapers the headline caught Alastair’s attention. ‘The butcher strikes again’, this news making him smirk to himself. He paid for the newspaper and looked at the main article.
    ‘The body of an 18 year old girl was found butchered in the alley beside Burke and Hare early this morning. The girl’s body had the words ‘You’ll never catch me’ carved into her abdomen along with the number 19. The girl’s heart was neatly removed from her chest suggesting that the killer is a surgeon who knows what he’s doing. Scotland yard are asking people to come forward if they have or know any information at all about the unidentified girl or the killer.’ Alastair walked back to his house shaking his head at the name they gave him.
    “Hey Ali” Aldia chimed leaping on him as he came in the door.
    “Hello Aldia” Alastair smiled down at her.
    Aldia leaped into his opened arms and kissed his cheek shyly. Alastair smiled and kissed hers as well, then let her drop back onto the floor.
    He ran up the stairs into his bedroom and placed the jar containing his latest victim’s freshly removed heart into a large bunk that had resided just under his bed. After joining it with the others, he went into the bathroom, making the mistake of leaving the door ajar. He did not notice that Aldia had run up the stairs and followed him, now watching him as he washed the blood off his hands after removing the gloves. She watched in horror whilst he rinsed and then dried his hands.
    When he looked up, he saw her horrified face and realized that she had seen what he had been doing. “What were you doing, Ali?” she asked him timidly. “Shh, don’t worry, Aldia.” he responded. “Did you… It was you that killed her, wasn’t it?” she questioned him through her choked voice and tears. He looked her in the eyes and sighed, then mumbled “Aldia, don’t worry about it, okay?”
    She cried silently while he tried not to cry himself. he pushed himself to move into his room, where he sat for 3 hours in silence. When he finally came out, Aldia was standing outside his door.
    He looked at her, then pushed her aside and ran down the stairs and outside. Without his realizing, she followed him outside and into the night. She watched him as he slit the throat of another young girl, she heard the girl scream as she died. Aldia watched him carve the 20 into the girl’s abdomen and remove the heart from her chest. She walked to him and took the knife from his grasp gently, while he only looked at her. “I’m sorry, Ali.” she said as she plunged the knife into his chest.
    Three words escaped his mouth as he died, “I love you…”
    She returned home and did not say a word to her mother nor her father. She simply walked upstairs and washed the blood from her hands in the bathroom.

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