A/N: I'm feeling very dark today… So why not write a creepy little piece of fanfiction, hm? Let's see where this goes. I may or may not continue so tell me what you think.


Death.

The final frontier. The end of the end. It consumes all and leaves nothing behind. You and I are no exception, and death will not stop until it has taken us all.

That's what it all comes down to, in the end. Death.

That's what was in my mind when I killed my first victim. She was an average woman of average build and height. Nobody really liked her, but no one hated her either. She was just there.

But now she's not.

I don't know why I did it. I didn't have any opinion of her, nor did I have any particular reason to kill her. But I did, because something made me want to. I just looked at her and I felt the urge to take her life. Like I could literally see her time counting down and it had to be my fault it reached zero.

…It's not normal to talk about one's mother in that manner, is it? Then again, no one ever called me normal. They would never dream of pinning me with such a word. There are many reasons behind that.

First of all, there was my name. Beyond Birthday. Not once was there someone in my class with the same name as me. But a name can't really define someone, can it? Of course not; they're predetermined before you can talk, or even think coherently.

Personality, on the other hand, is something that develops over time. Some would say mine isn't even qualified to be a 'personality'. It's just a bloodlust.

But I beg to differ.

Bloodlust means that they just have the need to kill and make someone bleed. I don't need to kill. I don't particularly want it either. But I do appreciate it. The final moments of a human's life are the most precious. The most beautiful. There's just something about blood trickling down a dying man's face that's more exciting than it happening to a dead man.

When a human is dying, they have two options: Give in, or fight. When they give in, they are like a painting. They're beautiful, just letting the pain consume them, until death finally washes over them. But the painting can grow boring if one stares at it for too long. It loses its touch. It loses its life. But when they fight, they're like a shooting star flying across the night sky; In general, much more entertaining than the painting, yet just as beautiful. Even so, the shooting star disappears from sight much more quickly and leaves you longing for more.

When I killed her, when I ended my mother's life, she chose to fight it. She seemed not afraid of death, which was approaching her quickly, but more afraid of me. I don't understand why that was, seeing as I had put down the knife and was just watching her time left clock down to zero. Come to think of it, she didn't really seem afraid of me, she seemed afraid for me. She may have thought, 'Oh no, my son just killed someone! Whatever will become of him now? Surely he won't rot in jail, or be killed himself by the death sentence.' Or perhaps I'm just fantasizing and blowing this out of proportion. It's just something my subconscious conjured up to make my first killing 'special'.

But no matter. This was in the past, and thus it is irrelevant. I've killed many people after her. 374 exactly, until the one before me decides to let go.

This one was a boy, no; a young man is more like it. I remember seeing him in high school, and that he was always at the top of the class. We never spoke, nor really acknowledged the other's presence, but that doesn't matter now that he is on the ground before me, bleeding unfathomable amounts.

I didn't plan many of my killings, and this one is no exception. In fact, I was just out for a midnight stroll when I passed by him. He was in an alleyway and appeared to be smoking some kind of drug. It's a shame really; I never thought he would succumb to that. But it was then I noticed his numbers, slowly trickling down, and the urge to kill came over me again. He wasn't going to die of smoke inhalation or anything to do with the drug, that much I was sure. I never felt the need to run someone through with a blade when they died of something like that.

I stopped walking and headed towards him. He took no notice. I reached into my sweater pocket and gripped the knife I kept with me at all times. There were a few more on my person, but this one was my favorite. It cut through flesh gracefully and with ease, but not so enough that you couldn't tell you were tearing a human apart. That's the fun bit.

He continued smoking without even glancing in my direction and pulled the blade from my pocket. Without breaking stride, I thrust my knife through his upper stomach, just below his ribs. His eyes immediately went wide and he gagged.

"Hello, Yagami Light." I greeted as civilly as I could. Just because I'm killing someone doesn't mean I have to be savage about it. I pulled the blade from his gut slowly. His numbers weren't quite at zero yet, which meant I could take my time.

I lifted the weapon to his shoulder and let it glide down his flesh to just above where his heart would be. I then thrust into his chest, making sure the blade was fully immersed in his flesh. A crimson river gushed forth from his chest and mouth as he coughed in surprise and pain.

He showed no resistance. It appears he'll be one that gives up as well. A little less than half my victims were like him, so it wasn't completely shocking. He never did seem like much of a fighter anyway.

His numbers were dropping faster than I expected, so I removed my blade and stepped back. He immediately fell forward and onto his face without even attempting to catch himself. Definitely a quitter I thought.

But then he did something surprising. He lifted his head up, trying to get a good look at his assailant. Well, I guess he isn't just going to die like a dog. And then he said something, something that I couldn't quite make out. He sputtered and gasped as I strained my ears to hear if he were to continue.

"You…" He choked out. "You were that kid... The one in the corner… The one who was always eyeing people… and scratching the desks with knives." Oh, so it appears he does remember me. How sweet. "I knew it. I knew you were the one… The one who killed them."

That sounded very vague, didn't it? Allow me to clarify. Every day at school, starting in the seventh grade, those who's numbers were running out would always catch my eye, one at a time. And I would observe them, and watch their clock count down. Apparently my observation habits were quite clear to mister Yagami. Many of my classmates were destined to die young, as it seems, and I made sure it happened so.

I smirked at him. "Yes, that was me, and yes, I killed them." A look of shock and horror spread across his face, as if he wasn't expecting me to just say it. "I'm not shy about it you know." I let out a chuckle. This was one of the most entertaining murders by far.

3…

"You…" He choked out. "No matter what you try…"

2…

"You're not even half the man…" He spat.

1…

"Your brother was."

0.

Silence. I stood there in silence for a while too. He still had a smirk on his face from his last taunt. I clenched my fists. "How dare he…" I was going to mutilate him further, so his face would be unrecognizable and his family would think he might still be alive. But now they will get no such kindness. In fact, to spite him, I severed all his fingers and sat him up against the concrete wall, his eyes still open. I then brought my blade to his lips and dragged it along his face, brutally and mercilessly, carving a permanent scowl onto his face. He will die unhappily. At least, that's what his corpse will say.

I plodded off without another word, hoping to make it back to my apartment before it got too late. I wanted nothing more than to sleep, but how could I when I was seething with rage?

How dare he, how dare he, how dare he…

Never before has something that someone who has passed on done or said annoyed me so much before. I usually just let it go immediately. They're dead after all. It doesn't matter anymore. But this… This will eat at me for years to come.

How dare he…


A/N: Kind of a cliffy :) Reviews make me very happy, and please tell me if you want this to continue. No promises unless this gets reviews.

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