Me: Do it!
Allis: no! Dun wanna!
Me: Diana won't let you out of the asylum if ya don't!
Allis: *sighs* fine! Diana doesn't own BB or Death Note. But she does own me. D:
Me: ^^ a-ha! DIANA WINS!
Location: Broadmoor Hospital, Berkshire, England.
Patient Name: Allis Asylum
Who to Bill/Call: Quilish Wammy
History: Known to kill men being 'un-worthy' of their lives, was gang-raped by ten men. Killed three percent of the men Winchester. Lived in the Wammy house for most of her life. Mass intellectual in Occult and Art at a young age. Shinigami eyes since birth. Found out side of an asylum with a tore up, bloody straitjacket.
Reason: Mass murder.
Patient #: 13013
DOB: unknown
Birthplace: Alsike, Sweden
Idiots…Allis thought, looking at the other patients, acting as if they were devil spawns. Hmm… I would look horrid, wearing those Straitjackets... Thank the Shinigami god who gave her the time of day, and taught her how to get out of those, making it impossible for the men in their clean white coats to keep one on. They let her wear her favorite metamorphose temps de fille pinafore dress. It's so fitting... a pale girl, with golden loose curls that go down to her waist, a white delicate dress fitted to show a modest side of any girl… and that face of hers, red eyes and a dark smile that show how disturbed she is… who possibly would've guessed that this girl once held her dying mother on her lap and told her that she was the death of her? One look at her, and you would know. Looking down at her hands she sighed and whispered to herself "I'll give Beyond one more nightmare, and hopefully he'll come…" and with that she focused on Beyond Birthday's mind and his only.
*in the dream*
You see, the city of Winchester, desolated… this was nice for Beyond, who preferred to be alone. He looked up at a skyscraper, and saw Allis or Shiro as he knew her in the Wammy house. She was looking down at him, holding a bouquet of black bleeding roses and wearing a black Lolita dress, which looked a lot like a wedding dress.
Again with these weird dreams… Beyond thought to himself. He looked up at her again this time; she closed her eyes, and dropped herself off the skyscraper.
Her black angel wings came out of back, but behold, she did not fly. Beyond extended his arms, keeping calm, even though 105 pounds of a female was going to fall on him. When she landed on him, she felt fairly light, and opened her eyes. Her eyes were just like his… red shinigami eyes, only hers lacked the dark insomnia rings. When she opened her mouth, Beyond expected that sickly sweet voice to creep into him a make him numb, but instead she didn't have a voice, as if she was on mute.
Beyond read her lips, all she mouthed was 'Broadmoor' as soon as she said that, she evaporated into the night sky, only to leave the bouquet of roses, which stopped bleeding as soon as they touched him. Beyond knew what she had to do. He had to see her. Watari knew where she was, and he'd tell one of his best kids, right?
"No." Watari said, sipping his tea.
"She won't stop sending me dreams! Please, Watari!" Beyond pleaded, looking at the old man.
" Shiro is in a restricted place, where she cannot be visited. Best you don't think of those dreams as a sign." Watari said firmly.
"Let him see her." a voice said from the shadows.
It was L, Beyond knew. The man he was cloned from… well, not literally. L came out of the shadows, looking at Watari with the calm, collected straight face. He would've looked really mysterious, if it wasn't for the gigantic lollipop he was holding.
"But—" Watari started, but was cut off by L.
"Have I ever mislead you, Watari?" L smiled. Of course no one can resist L's smile, so Watari quickly gave in. Watari sighed and gave Beyond the address to the mental hospital. "Give this to the chauffer." Watari sighed and went back to his paperwork.
Beyond smiled and looked behind his shoulder where L was no longer was. He walked to the black car, gave the chauffer the card with the address on it.
"Are you going to visit Shiro?" the chauffer said looking at the card.
"Do you know her?" Beyond said, half-assed, but wanting to be polite to the man who could drive him out to the middle of London if he pleased.
"Yeah, I was actually the one that drove her to the Wammy house the first time when she was a wee girl." The chauffer said, driving to the hospital.
"Really?" Beyond said, now completely interested.
"Yeah, she was a sight all right. She was wearing a straightjacket, but she somehow got out of it, and she was all cut up and bruised. It was a sad sight, for sure."