Ok so wow, there is always something very exciting about starting a new fic. And here it is. I just really wanted to write something that put a bit of focus on Beyond because he is really interesting as a character. Expect regular updates! I'll try and make it daily or every two or three days :D
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When Persephone was only 4 years old, she wished her parents were dead.
She lived in a small council home in a small town in England with her constantly drunk dad and her harsh mother. Every day she would sit in her room and watch out her window, where in the distance she could see the grand stone building of Wammy's orphanage.
Often, she would sneak out so that she could stand and secretly look through its gates. She would watch as the children laughed and played together before being called in for their dinner by kindly looking carers. Sometimes she even dared to sneak beyond the gates, peeking in through the windows to observe them taking lessons or playing in the hallways.
To Persephone, Wammy's was a place of safety, a place of happiness. And to a child, it was confusing how children who had no parents could be so happy, when she herself had both parents yet never felt happy at all.
When her mother used to catch her sneaking out, Persephone would be beaten until her arms and legs were bruised and she had "learnt her lesson." But it never stopped her, always returning to the orphanage to observe and hope. Hope that maybe one day God would take away her parents so that she could join the smiling children.
Soon Persephone started to realise that in order to be happy, she had to take matters into her own hands. For the happiness she strived for, she would have to kill.
And the day came on her fifth birthday. Her father was once more down the local pub, probably passed out already in a puddle of his own sick. Her mother stood smoking in the kitchen, narrowing her eyes as her daughter entered the room.
Persephone was a sickly looking girl, and although her face was attractive, it was ruined slightly by her pale complexion and hollow grey eyes, giving her a slightly deathly look. Her dark brown hair was messy around her small face even more so than a normal five year old. She started to help herself to some breakfast and as she sat at the table, her eyes met her mothers.
"It's my birthday today." She said in a small voice and her mother looked away from her face. There was something not quite right about her daughter, something that made her uncomfortable whenever she caught her eye.
"Happy birthday." She said eventually, taking another drag from her cigarette, "How old are you now?"
"Five." Persephone burned in hatred, her mother didn't even know her age.
"Right..." Silence fell between them and her mother put out her cigarette before walking from the room.
Persephone stared down at her cereal, her fists balling up in frustration and her grey eyes turning steely. Suddenly she pushed herself from her chair and stormed after her mother, who had reached the top of the stairs. She ran up the stairs, attracting her mother's attention.
"What do you want?" She asked, sounding tired despite the fact that she spent her day doing nothing.
"I want a party. I want a birthday party with a cake and presents and all my friends to come. I WANT YOU TO CARE!" Persephone shouted, her childish face screwed up in anger at her mother.
"How dare you shout at me, you little bitch!" Her mother retaliated, her own cold grey eyes staring down at the young girl. Before Persephone could dodge it, a hand was brought down hard on her cheek, making her eyes tear up from the sting of it.
"We don't have money for worthless shit like that. You should be grateful you aren't on the streets you selfish little bitch." Her mother hissed and gave Persephone a push so that she stumbled over backwards.
"I hate you!" Persephone said and to her mother's surprise, the young girls face was red yet calm. Only her eyes showed the burning anger boiling within her. Her mother frowned distastefully at her, thinking that despite her small five year old frame, she was genuinely scary.
"I wish you had never been born, you are a worthless piece of shit that has done nothing but make my life a living hell." The older woman leaned down so that her face was level with Persephone's. Small droplets of spit fell on her face from her mothers' words, each syllable becoming fuel for Persephone's fire.
Suddenly, the young girl rushed into her mother, pushing with all the force she could muster. There was a brief moment of shock as realisation lit up her mother's face, before the older woman tumbled backwards, falling down the stairs heavily. Persephone stood on the top step, eyes wide as the woman she despised crashed onto the floor below motionless. After a second, she descended the stairs herself and knelt by the sprawled out body. She looked into the open lifeless eyes of her mother and realised she wasn't breathing.
Her mother was dead.
And then it hit her. All those feelings she had been striving for her whole life. In that moment, Persephone was finally happy. And it felt so good. Pure elation coursing through her veins, a sadistic smile lighting up her pale lips. This was everything she had anticipated and more.
With these new addictive feelings rushing through her mind and body, Persephone threw back her head and laughed and laughed and laughed.
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Persephone's good mood did not falter for days. She revelled when the paramedics took the body away, muttering about the "terrible accident" and the "broken neck".
She was careful to keep her smiles to herself and always looked appropriately sad when the situation called for it, but she couldn't deny the racing happiness that now flowed through her. Yet, all good things come to an end. And it soon became apparent that with the disappearance of her mother, her father was becoming a new problem.
As the years passed by, Persephone became his personal punch bag, and when she thought it couldn't get any worse, he started to sexually abuse her. Persephone's heart turned hard, she longed for the happiness she had once felt, knowing that in order to gain it, she had to kill.
When she turned 16, she bought herself a baseball bat, hiding it under her bed ready for the one night that it seemed right. And sure enough, exactly as predicted, that night came several months afterwards, her drunken father bursting into her room, a dark gleam in his eye and a satisfied smirk resting on his lips.
"Where's my pretty girl? Where's my pretty Sephy?" He said in a slur, observing the dark room and empty bed before him. His eyes caught the sight of her figure in the far corner, stood in the darkness and observing him with wild eyes. Her pale skin was illuminated in the moonlight, the dark bags under eyes giving her an almost skeletal look.
"Come here baby." Her father stumbled through the doorway and then smiled as the slim figure made its way across the room.
"I want to be happy." Her small voice sounded out and her father's drunkenness missed the dark undertone to her words.
"I can make you happy." He licked his lips as the teenage girl, his daughter, stood before him.
"Yes, yes you can." She said and a sinister smile spread on her lips as she brought the baseball bat from behind her back. She raised it high then brought it crashing down on his skull, causing him to instantly collapse unconscious on her bedroom floor. Without a moment's hesitation, Persephone raised the bat once more and hit his skull again. She repeated this action until his skull broke and then still she did not stop, hammering the bat over and over into his brain.
When she eventually slowed down and dropped the bloodied baseball bat to the floor, her body and mind was alive with happiness.
Oh happiness how I've missed you, she thought as she chuckled to herself.
She turned to face her mirror. Staring back at her was a small teenage girl, her dark brown hair flying wildly around the white face, now smeared with splatters of dark red blood. Her cold grey eyes stared out between smudged layers of eyeliner and mascara, giving her a darkly startled kind of look. But overall, the girl she saw was happy. Happy at last.
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Beyond birthday climbed out of his window at Wammy's house, swinging down from the ledge to land on the grass below with a heavy thud. The teenage boy stood and brushed himself down, pulling strands of grass out of his messy black hair before moving quickly away from the building.
He hated staying in that place, and night was the only time he could actually get some peace alone with his thoughts. He decided he would walk into the town and see if there were any shops he could break into, not because he needed the money, but because it was fun. A grin reached his lips as he moved towards the gates, stopping suddenly when he realised he was not alone.
On the other side of the gates, he noticed the figure of a girl, probably the same age as him, staring up at the building. He frowned deeply, not wanting to be seen by some crazy girl in the middle of the night, but he knew he would have to pass her to leave. So he pulled his black jacket tighter around him and moved towards her.
As he grew closer, he became unsettled by her. The girl was attractive, but there was something in the way she stared that suggested something was wrong with her. Her hair was messy as though she had been in a fight and as Beyond moved closer still, he started to see the smears of blood down the front of her purple dress and staining her white face. Who was this girl? And then suddenly, her eyes snapped in his direction.
Persephone stared at the boy before her, astonished to see someone so late at night. He was a strange looking boy, his hair raven black and crazily sticking out in all directions, his eyes the darkest she had ever seen anyone's over dark bags which suggested he had little sleep.
He stopped in front of her, only the metal gate separating them. He looked down at her, staring into the grey hollows of her eyes in a daring way.
"Who are you? What do you want?" He asked angrily but she didn't seem fazed.
"My name is Persephone." She replied and suddenly she smiled, a pretty, honest smile which lit up her eyes.
"Right. What the hell are you doing here looking like that?" Beyond frowned pointing down at the blood stains. She looked down to where he had pointed and he saw that, disturbingly, her smile only grew bigger.
"I came here because I have nowhere else to go. I'm an orphan now. I'm happy." She looked back up at him and there was something about the gleam in her eyes which sparked a jolt of excitement in Beyond. He leaned closer against the bars of the gate towards her.
"What do you mean?" He asked and Persephone recognised part of herself in this boy. This boy was like her, this boy was not right.
"I killed him. I killed my father, and I killed my mother. Now I can be happy." She said quietly, the gentle night breeze carrying her words away into the darkness. Beyond stared at her, the calmness in her tone, the smile upon her lips.
"What was it like? To kill?" He asked and his spidery, white fingers curled tightly around the bars of the gate, eyes wide with curiosity.
"It was like... earning your freedom. Getting what you finally wanted after so very long." Persephone stepped back from the gate and looked up at the night sky, a soft sigh escaping from her lips.
All of a sudden, Beyond didn't feel like going into town that night. This girl before him seemed to understand what others didn't. That killing could be beautiful, just a small part in a bigger plan for happiness. Beyond thought of the research lying in his room, the plan he was formulating and felt motivated to start working on it once more. He turned away from the girl and started striding back to the orphanage.
"Where are you going?" He heard he call from behind him and his dark eyes turned menacingly towards her.
"I have some of my own killing to plan." He said, his voice low and scary.
"Can I come?" She asked, her pale hand reaching upwards to twirl a lock of brown hair around it. Beyond looked her up and down, his face serious as he considered it.
"It seems you have no other choice." He finally said and Persephone gave him a smile which may have been considered pretty if her lips weren't caked in dry blood. She pushed the heavy metal gate open and rushed towards him so that they walked alongside each other.
"You never told me your name." Persephone said.
"My name is Beyond. Beyond birthday."
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Here's a little fact for you, I named my OC Persephone after Greek mythology, where Persephone is Goddess of the Underworld after being kidnapped by Hades himself.
I always liked that myth and I suppose it's a kind of fitting name for her, what with her being a little crazy in a deadly kind of way :P
So please let me know what you think in reviews! Any reviews would be greatly appreciated… unless they are flames. In that case I will use them to make toast.
mmm… toast.