Author's note: NEW STORY! So exited! Don't own DN!
Me: BB your welcome, this is a mainly you story with an OC. But you're still the bad guy!
B: (shrugs) oh well, I can deal.
Matt: am I in this story?
Me: sorry Babes, no go.
Matt: AW!
B: SHUT UP AND WRITE ALREADY!
Chapter One
Darkness
"You may leave now Rebecca," the young albino stated to his late-night companion.
"Yes sir," the older woman stressed the last word and shut her laptop down.
"My apologies for keeping you out so late tonight Ms. Jackson," Near said, closing the door to the tech room and locking it. The strawberry blond sighed at the clock which truthfully read 1:36 a.m.
"And just when we thought we were getting somewhere…" she said, retrieving her keys and a sluggishly making her way out the front door of the SPK headquarters.
"Same time as usual Rebecca," the albino reminded as the older woman walked away.
"I know!" Rebecca replied, groaning at the thought of getting a minimal amount of sleep tonight. She shivered in the mid-October air, and rolled down the sleeves of her baggy, long-sleeved black shirt wishing she had thought to bring a jacket.
The young woman rounded another corner in the freezing air and cursed herself for that essential article of clothing on such a cold night, she still had another seven blocks to go till sleep and the companionship of her cat. Rebecca was so focused on the hot bath and sleep to come; she didn't see the dark figure lurking in the shadows that stood there waiting for that particular strawberry blond.
Beyond brought the hilt of his butcher knife down on the base of the young woman's skull, knocking her out cold. He caught her limp form before it could hit the pavement and give away that something was amiss. BB nonchalantly checked her pulse, then slung Rebecca over his shoulder.
The first thing she felt was the pain. A sharp throbbing and the taste of blood in her mouth. Her body was twisted in an uncommon position and her arms were above her head, held by something cold and metallic. Rebecca tried to shift her position on the hard ground where she was stationed, but was unable because her ankles were bound tightly. She opened her eyes, attempting to ignore the vicious throbbing that was marring her vision. Her glasses were gone; she could fell the absence of them on the bridge of her nose. Rebecca looked up, almost hitting her delicate head on a placed the wooden beam.
Her wrists were aggressively being constricted by a thin length of wire, which bit into her flesh. Small drops of blood oozed from the wound occasionally and her ankles were the same. Rebecca's short sighted vision roamed over the room in which she was held. From what she could make out, the walls were covered with reflective surfaces that could only be determined as mirrors, and the floor.
A ballet studio.
A door could be heard opening then closing at the opposite end of the room, followed by light footsteps. The steps slowed to a stop in front of the strawberry blond, and Rebecca fearfully raised her gray- blue eyes from the floor to the merciless crimson ones of Beyond Birthday. He placed the point of his knife under Rebecca's chin, tilting it up.
"Mmm…" he purred to no one in particular and stood up from his former crouch. "Tell me, Ms. Jackson, what do you and your comrades know of this Kira person…?" he hummed, running his bony fingers along the sharp blade. "I-I… n-not…" she stuttered.
Beyond raised a threatening eyebrow at the younger adult. Rebecca swallowed her fear and spat, "Why should I tell you?" glaring at the serial killer. BB sighed and shook his head, turning his gaze towards the opposite wall, "I'm still wondering what Near does with all his feisty, somewhat pretty, female detectives…" he turned his unnatural eyes back to the cowering woman.
"I, myself do not tolerate insolence. Now you can tell me now, were not a lot of extra pain is guaranteed, or you can tell me later. After I teach you some manners." He growled, bending over and grabbing the young detective by the throat.
Rebecca shook her head defiantly. She wanted to make everyone proud and not squeal under the pressure. No matter what.
"Fine. Gorgeous, welcome to hell." Beyond snarled, untwisting the wires around Rebecca's wrists and ankles.
HOPE Y'ALL LIKE IT PEACE! I'm OUT!
