Mello happily munched on his chocolate as he walked along the brightly lit halls of Wammy's. It was a good day with Near being in hospital after an 'accidental' fall down a flight of stairs that broke his arm. This meant Mello would definitely end up as number one for the next few weeks. Tonight him and Matt were sneaking out for drinks in celebration (well, he was. Matt was tagging along like the dog he was). Mello smirked snapping off another piece of chocolate. Yes, life was good.

Mello paused passing a mirror. This one was old, probably older then the school which was a feat, and worn down with one or two cracks. What caught his eye was what was meant to be his reflection. The blonde hair to his shoulders and blue eyes were definitely his. But the clothing the boy wore was a white long sleeved shirt and trousers and while Mello wore black trainers the boy was bare foot and his feet were covered in what appeared to be blood. The eyes were different as well, never had Mello worn such a desperate look, a plea for help was visible in the lookalikes eyes. And he was missing the rosary around Mello's neck that he always wore. The biggest difference was the way they held themselves. Mello walked like he owned the world (he did, Wammy's anyways the world was next when he became L) but the boy was hunched as if cowering, afraid of the world. The boy said something and touched the glass, pausing as if there was a wall of glass between him and Mello.

Mello snorted and took another bite of chocolate before meeting the boys fingers, he wanted to play a game? Mello would play. Instantly he regretted it when something jerked his arm and Mello fell forward. For a moment he felt like he'd been drenched with cold water then he was lying on the floor shivering, chocolate clenched in his fist. He sat up and looked at the mirror where he saw himself. The boy was missing. Mello sighed, his imagination was playing tricks on him. He stood up and turned before pausing.

What was once a brightly light hall was now dimmed, with a creepy aura. Mello looked at one of the marks on the wall and touched it lightly, realising it was damp. He pulled away and saw his fingers stained crimson. Blood. Mello's eyes widened in horror remembering the boys eyes. He began to walk down the corridor, arm out stretched as he stared at the blood thinking. He paused. Of course! April fools was tomorrow! The prank was a bit early though, Mello frowned in disgust wiping the red liquid on his clothes. What a sick joke.

He decided to find Matt and yell at him when he stumbled across him. Or what looked like him. His normally red haired friend now had brown hair and blue eyes with blue goggles on a orange strap hanging around his neck. He was holding a child to the wall with a knife poised at his neck. "Oh, you're here." Matt chuckled noticing Mello. "Found the kid stealing from my room. Know what we do with thieves?" Matt added moving his face closer to the boys as he smiled sweetly.

"Please! It was a test!" The boy wailed. "We were all told to steal from someone's room! I just drew your...!"

"We kill them." Matt said stabbing the blade into the boys throat. The boy let out a choking noise as Matt held him there while he choked on his own blood. Matt dropped him when he stopped squirming. "Now what to do with you." Matt began to walk towards Mello calmly, placing the knife back in his pocket. "I thought we agreed you don't show your face around me and no one gets hurt?" Matt sounded almost hurt. "It was such a reasonable deal as well, why'd you have to break it?" He wrapped his arm around Mello's neck tightly, almost choking Mello. "Come on, let's walk." Matt added pulling Mello down the corridor past the body of the small boy around nine or ten. Mello followed feeling slightly afraid. Was this part of the prank?

"Uh... what's going on?" Mello asked unsure of himself.

"That's what I want to know too. See, last I checked you were meant to stay away from me and you didn't get hurt which is what you asked for. Instead you walk up to me and then talk back when we're having a nice time together. See, I think that makes this all of your fault." He turned Mello harshly and held Mello's shoulders in an iron grip as Mello's eyes met the blue eyes of Matt. He couldn't see any evidence of contacts Mello realised in horror. "Have a nice trip!" Matt sang as he shoved Mello back. Mello barely realised he was falling until he began rolling down the stairs to the sound of cold laughter and stars appeared in his vision. Mello blinked in confusion lying in a crumpled state at the bottom of the stairs before blissfully passing out from pain.

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Mathew limped down the corridor gasping, ignoring the pain from the cuts on his foot were he'd been slashed by glass shards. The blonde boy paused and checked his white clothing then the backpack on his back. Everything was intact, good. He'd been paranoid that Carlos had smashed something, when he'd thrown his bag off the second floor balcony into a tree. Thank God the branch had caught it or he was fucked. He looked over his shoulder carefully before limping down the stairs and up the corridor towards what was originally the library but was now just a hangout for the black market. He needed to get bandages and wires. Mathew hissed pausing; he'd been leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

"Great." Mathew sighed hopelessly. Someone would follow the blood and probably nick his stuff, they were easy picking after all. He hopped onto the other foot gently and flinched again before continuing limping. No one would help him, they would only make things worse. Mathew felt near crying after what had happened today.

Cornered by Carlos, tortured, stuff almost ruined, locked out in the rain then dragged through a mirror. Or perhaps those were pain filled delusions like the lack of blood on the walls and the almost welcoming aura. He must be ill, Wammy's was never welcoming. Only threatening. Mathew leant against the wall gasping. Perhaps a few minutes sitting wouldn't hurt... He thought blearily seeing his vision blur as his legs gave way. Yeah, a few minutes... Mathew propped himself against the wall and closed his eyes, passing out peacefully again.

He awoke to whispers but kept his eyes shut. "I'm telling you, he's bleeding." Great, just get it over with and steal his stuff already. L probably wouldn't care if they stabbed him either. Perhaps hang him in the library as a message to thieves? It's what they did last year. "Should we call the nurse?" Nurse? They had a nurse? Someone poked him in the side of the head curiously. Mathew almost hissed at them but kept quiet. As soon as they poked him again Mathew turned his head and bit down on the offending hand, luckily Carlos let him keep his knife for entertainment purposes. "HOLY...!" the kid screamed pulling away in shock. Mathew staggered up and leant against the wall as he pulled out the knife. They ran and he collapsed again.

"They ran..." He muttered in confusion. "...huh..." He was kinda tired actually. He looked around for somewhere to hide and after a minute just gave up. He felt his eyes try to close and tried to keep them open but the need to sleep was to strong. He fell unconscious for the second time that hour.

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9shadowcat9; What do you think of it so far? Should I continue it? I have to admit I'm not too sure of the plot so any ideas are welcome. Please R&R