So, I'm part of this fic challenge community on LiveJournal called Mission Insane, and my claim for it is Death Note. I wrote this for a prompt to write in 1st person, using another prompt "Murder." (It's in B's point of view, so you know.)
Okay, so yes. I understand fully that killing is wrong. I've always known and understood that simple fact. There is, however, an excuse for me - for why I'm doing this. It's all because of L.
It's not like those people weren't going to die anyway. I know that "we all die eventually" (that's what you were going to say, admit it). But you don't understand. I watched and counted. Their numbers were almost at zero when I found them. That's why I chose them. And when I finally did kill them? There was nothing but zeros.
Stop pretending you know what I'm talking about. Have you any idea how annoying that is? You have no clue what I can see. Even if I told you, I highly doubt you would understand. And you haven't the faintest idea about L, even if you think you do.
Nobody knows L better than me. That's why I'm doing this, you see. I'm giving him a puzzle he'll never be able to solve. I'm committing the one crime he'll never be able to bring to justice.
Oh, how I wish I could have done it some other way... found some other way to beat L. But there is no other way and I've accepted that. And honestly – now, don't tell anyone because this is a secret – I think I'm actually enjoying the killing. There's a certain rush, watching life drain from pleading eyes... It gives me chills.
I'm sure he knows it's me committing these murders. I doubt he would have taken the case if he didn't think it was me. He's probably known all along. But he can't catch me. He can't prove it. And he'll never be able to.
The only regret I have is that I won't be around to watch L suffer. I won't be here to watch his resolve crumble when he can't solve this case and he realizes that I, B, have finally surpassed him.
At Wammy's House, the others always used to tell me, "B is for backup," and it was the truth. That's what I was. L's backup. Nothing more than a copy, an inferior, forced to delegate all the responsibility and glory to the person who was allegedly more equipped to handle it. But not anymore.
From now on, B means "better."
-fin-