The red light from the camera flashed repeatedly in my equally crimson colored eyes, indicating it was actually recording, and the doctor hadn't lied to me. That's a first.

"Mr. Birthday.." I can hear that impatient voice of his in front of me. My eyes stayed focus on the steady, almost rhythmic flashing of that small red light. Missssssster Birthday. Why does he have to put so much emphasis on the 's'? I want to ask him, but that would require unnecessary speaking. And that wasn't something I liked to do.

"Mr. Birthday." He repeated in a more stubborn tone, pushing up his horn rimmed glasses with his index finger. This time I allowed my attention to snap over to the new doctor, the one who probably feared for his life just as much as the last, though he knew better than to show it. That was exactly what I lived off of, after all. The fear of others. I loved it. I hated it.

"Tell me what happened with your last doctor, hm? Dr. Reynolds, was it?" I knew he could see an undetectable emotion flash through my eyes momentarily, though I turned my head down to hide it, staring at the bloodstained straightjacket that had my limbs restrained. This wasn't the first time they tried to set up my first interview like this. What fools they were, to believe I'd sit willingly in such a small white room with a man holding a camera so close to my face. And without a straightjacket? I smashed that camera so fast, as if it were a race, and ran for the door! But was restrained.. Of course.

The thought of me kicking and flailing like an animal brought a chuckle to my lips, flipping my raven bangs out of my eyes, only to have them fall back into place. "Hm?" The doctor rose an eyebrow expectantly, removing his glasses to clean them with his left sleeve. "What's so funny, Mr. Birthday? Something you'd like to share?" He leaned in a bit eagerly in his seat, knowing better than to get too close. That was something I hated as well. Almost as much as being touched without permission. I'd bite his finger off if he dared do something so foolish.

"BB." I stated bluntly, locking eyes with the man before me, Dr. Phillip. "Excuse me?" He blinked. "Call me BB." I chewed on the inside of my bottom lip, tugging a bit at the restricting jacket. Usually, in time, I learned how to escape these things. But that damn medication.. It wasn't necessarily easy to concentrate after taking those pills. "Alright, then.. BB.." He smiled poiltely, nodding his head as encouragement to continue. "Tell me what happened, yeah?"

Preparing myself to go through the story, yet again, I closed my eyes and cleared my throat...

Flashback

I never liked going to appointments for therapy in the damn asylum, but I also knew there was no way around it. I sighed and squirmed a bit uselessly in the straightjacket, walking in the middle of the room after kicking the door shut behind me.

"Ah, BB! Always a pleasure." Dr. Reynolds grinned and spun around to face me in his chair, looking me up and down with his eerily bright green eyes and cracking his knuckles. That was something he always did before starting our sessions, which was how I knew to take my seat on the comfortably velvety chair.

"Mind taking this off, doc?" I asked sarcastically, raising a brow, squirming a bit more to show him what I meant. "The straightjacket? Well.. I suppose you have been on impressive behavior lately, Beyond, I might as well give you a reward, no?" He smiled. I sighed deeply and nodded my head, waiting impatiently as the jacket was released, and dropped lightly to the crystal white floor by my feet. "You're welcome." Dr. Reynolds chuckled and picked up the blood stained jacket, smoothing it out a bit before placing it on the end of the velvet chair. "You'll have to put it back on when you leave though, alright?"

I nodded my head slowly, plopping down with a content sigh and leaning on my back against the seat, arms and feet raised highly in the air, much like a child might do while bored, and wiggling my toes with a smirk. Most patients here were glad to be offered laceless shoes or white socks, but I was glad to be allowed to go barefoot. It was more comfortable, really. "They gave you the new meds, huh?" He chuckled. I nodded quickly with a smirk, rolling onto my side to face the doctor. "BB calls them loopy meds!" I informed him, referring to the voice inside my head, the true Beyond Birthday. There are two of us. One who doesn't like going near other people.. Me.. And one who likes to brutally murder humans.. Him.. But, that's a different story for a different time.

Already understanding my condition, he simply chuckles and shrugs it off. "Alright, Beyond, last time you were here.. We left off on an interesting topic, wouldn't you agree?" He tilted his head slightly. I blinked, trying my best to remember back to last session, though it was quite a blur. Suddenly, the smiling face of a young blonde boy appeared in my mind, as if the other BB was helping me to remember. "A..." I trailed off quietly, raising my hand to bite my thumb nail thoughtfully, much like L would do. Yet another habit I picked up from watching that damn panda.

"That's right, Beyond.. A.. Tell me about him, yeah?" He got out that dark brown clipboard of his, pressing a ballpoint pen to the paper, prepared to take notes on whatever stories I could give. "..." I bit my bottom lip and adjusted comfortably in the seat, curling in my toes and biting my other thumb nail as a way of distraction.

"Would you like me to take over, Beyond?" I heard the voice whisper in my head. It's the other BB. The one who kills. The one without emotions. I blinked a few times and slowly nodded to myself, clearing my throat. Yes. BB can do it.

"Aiden Hades. Known as A. Born August 22, 1991. Died February 17, 2004. Hair, blonde. Eyes, blue." I started reciting the information on my only friend I'd ever have, almost as if I was reading directly off his file on a computer, and bit my thumb to keep myself from rambling on. Suddenly, I'm not so comfortable with allowing the other BB to speak, so I told him to be quiet until I say it's alright to talk again.

"Aiden Hades, huh..?" Dr. Reynolds chuckled to himself and scribbled out writing that I couldn't quite see from this angle down on the clipboard, glancing back up at me beneath his fringe. "Was A your friend?" I chuckled at this, since Aiden Hates was much more to be than my first and best friend. "He was.. My first friend. My only friend. My love." I admitted shamelessly, smiling slightly. The memory of A always did bring a smile to my lips.

The doctor did seem surprised to learn this information, though he kept it to himself. Everyone believes me to be incapable of love, which I guess is true now. But not back then. I wasn't the monster I am today back then. I hadn't snapped just yet. "What happened to A, Beyond?" He asked, twirling the pen absentmindedly between his fingers in his right hand. I didn't like the look in his eyes. It was stone cold.. Accusing.. It changed from such a playful demeanor he always wore.. Could it be.. He blamed me?!

"I didn't kill him." I stated bluntly, gritting my teeth and glaring just as harshly back at Dr. Reynolds. I've been accused in the past for killing A, whether my motives were jealousy, hatred, etc., and setting it up to make it appear to be a suicide. But I didn't! I'd never do anything to hurt my beloved Aiden!

"You didn't?" He asked questioningly, that damn look on his face.. Did he have a split personality as well? It sure did seem this way. This wasn't the doctor I'd just been starting to trust! It couldn't be! "Maybe you didn't know what you were doing, Beyond. You mentioned something the last visit about fighting with A before his death. Maybe that's why you-"

Having heard enough, I jumped up from my seat and bolted towards Dr. Reynolds, slamming him against the wall in attack, and knocking over that stupid chair on wheels. "I didn't kill him!" I screamed, my voice sounding more like a demonic growl than anything human. When it came to A.. On top of being accused for lying when I most certainly would not lie in a situation like this.. I was not joking around.

Dr. Reynolds looked petrified in the moment, almost as if he saw his life flashing through his eyes, reflecting off my fiery ruby red orbs, knowing he was destined to die right here and now. All because of a stupid thought he should have kept to himself, and not attempted to share with the crazy and psychotic, emotionally unstable and mentally insane, serial killer Beyond Birthday. That is all I am. That is all I will be.

I choked him to death. I dug my nails deeply into his neck, so deep that blood was pouring down his neck and my hands. But I didn't stop there, even after he choked on his own blood and died, pulse and heartbeating fading away. I continued to scream and kick at his dead and disgustingly bloody body, protesting his last beliefs before he died, and attempting to quickly wipe off the dark crimson blood onto my straight jacket, which was quickly fastined on me before I was sedated. The last thing I saw.. Before blacking out.. Was the fearful look on his unshaved face. Usually I loved blood. But not his. I still don't know why.

I remember going to sleep that night in my dark little cell, dreaming that A would gain his life back in exchange for Dr. Reynolds', and break me out of here to take me away somewhere far. We always wanted to travel around the world as kids. Different countries, cities, even continents. I couldn't wait to grow up and live with him, the only person I knew I'd ever love.

But how very, very wrong I was.

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Author's Note: So uh, there you have it! Every chapter will basically be Beyond telling this new doctor memories, which are flashbacks, and I'm not yet sure if they will be in any particular order. Hope you liked it, please leave a review on whatcha think, it'd really help me on whether or not to continue and it only takes a few seconds! If there are any specific memories you'd like to hear about, such as the first time Beyond impersonated L or the first time he met A, etc., review that as well. c: Have a good day!

-BB