This is my first fanfic, so please comment :P
This story is about how BB and L would have met.
Enjoy!
The All-knowing Eyes By A... Part 1
She knew she had to kill him no matter what; she was trained to do this, think! What would your best friend do? Probably leave him alone and make use of his mercy.
But what could she do in this current situation, run and hide? Or face her fear? What choice does she stiil have for that matter?
Rain fell silently down as the fake hid quietly in the shadows he tapped his foot nervously, waiting and wanting for her to come closer.
He started licking his red lips which before this he was consuming a bottle of red wine, the smell of the alcohol still hanging on his tongue. He licked his lips again the thought of her at the very edge of his mercy sent shivers down his spine.
She knew who he was, yet didn't know if he was going to kill her. She could feel him on her breath, his deathly pale hands creeping closer towards her. She shivered unaware of what was going to happen to her.
Her brown hair started dripping down her black long coat that was buttoned all the way up to her neck, she clutched the phone in her coat, ready to call the police by whatever means possible.
She walked heavily on afraid something or someone was watching her, he anxiously waited till she came near him then he would strike, he anxiously nibbled at his deathly cold thumb waiting for her to fall into his petty hands.
She could smell him, his stench was horrifying, and he smelt like blood, the surrounding air was consumed by this deadly toxin, maybe she should go back? It wasn't safe to do this, but she had no choice in that matter, and she was dealing with something that was none of her business.
Although she wondered what would happen to her if she was killed, she was having second thoughts about what she should do, maybe she should return back to being a journalist and working with cases she didn't see as her potential. She didn't want to do this, she had made a big mistake, however she wanted to see the face of the culprit that had killed her best friend.
He could smell the sweet success of victory right around the corner; did she know he had killed her best friend just days ago? She couldn't resist coming, just to see if she could survive just like she did before.
She stopped, her phone started ringing, she took it out of her pocket and checked her caller ID, it was a number she had never seen before, she pressed the green button and held it up to her ear.
"H-Hello who is this?" she quavered, her voice trembling as if it was clear she was already dead, "Don't you remember me? It's Toby from last night, you gave me your number last night" The voice at the end of the line began to snarl.
"Toby who?" she insisted, there was one thing she couldn't stand, weirdo's getting her number from friends, "Uh Toby Madlecott, we met last night, remember?" The voice sneered.
"Oh, um...I completely forgot Toby" she mumbled. "It's okay, where are you?" the male voice asked questioningly.
The girl thought for a moment, she couldn't let anyone know where she was or else it would blow her cover.
"At a cafe downtown" she replied hastily, "Sure doesn't sound like it" the voice whispered, "Actually I have to go now, I'm really busy" she added cheerfully before hanging up.
He laughed and put the phone back into his pocket, she lied to him now she deserves more than a killing, it wasn't his real name, but he used it whenever he was under suspicion.
He licked his lips again, she was closer to him now, he walked out of the shadows and greeted her as Toby, she looked absolutely shocked, "Bet you missed me" He chuckled, his laughter chilling her to the spine.
"Y-you're" She responded before she took her last breath of life, he stabbed her violently twice in the heart ending her life altogether, he then made sure no evidence of him was on her, she looked at him and whispered "Kira" (killer) before eventually dying.
Her body slumped forward, and finally fell to the ground; the killer smiled crouching close to her, ready for the final show which she was attending.
She clutched the phone in her hand as if it was the last chance of life left in her, the killer instantly set to work as he cut the single word she had once said onto her deathly pale face, the blood oozed from the cuts that now became the woman's face.
The blood from the knife silently dripped onto the dirty cobblestones that was now the young woman's bed, he tasted the blood licking his fingers afterwards like it was tomato ketchup, he cleaned what was left of the blood on the knife by licking it again slowly. Shivers ran down his spine and he started laughing, putting his knife back into his bag ready for it's next victim.
The young man happy with his success went away into the dark night, licking his lips with the sweet taste of victory hanging on his tongue.
L held his face in his hands, "Another victim of this horrific crime dead" the news reporter drawled on the numerous TV screens that he had in his room, "What are we going to do?" his guests which were the police at the head of this investigation sat aimlessly on the comfortable chairs and sofas that were surrounding him.
"First we provide this killer with a trap?" He echoed aloud for all of the police officer's on his team, he smiled, "If he accepts the trap, were going on the right track, if not then I will come up with another plan" He declared.
The surrounding police officers were looking at him questioning his use of methods, "What if it won't work" one of them quavered, "It will" He insisted.
"Another victim of this horrific crime dead" the news reporter drawled on a small TV screen in an empty pub. The killer smiled, his work here was only half completed, and the rest that will follow won't be that easy as before. The pub was empty except for himself and the barman, the barman yawned probably tired from all of his late night shifts or so the killer thought.
It was the perfect setting for another crime, it was dirty, tables lying about, glasses were smashed everywhere, and it was in the edge of town where no one would find him and suspect him of any crimes.
He took the cold glass of red wine and put it to his lips and smirked, the bartender looked puzzling at him wondering what had made him laugh so hard. "What are you laughing at? Numerous innocent people are being killed, what's so funny?" the bartender questioned him wondering if he should have kept that thought to himself.
The killer smiled, "Oh nothing" he smirked and started whistling, the bartender turned away from him and started cleaning dirty glasses that were piled high on top of one another. This was a big mistake; he hated anyone who ignored him, the revolver that he held in his sweaty palm seemed like the only way to take this ignorant man's life.
He pointed the revolver straight behind the bartender's neck and casually pulled the trigger, the sound of his shot was only heard by the dead silence that filled the outside night air.
The bartender slumped forward, whispering the name that only a few hours ago the woman had whispered before her death, his death game was finally about to end. The killer drank down the rest of his red wine and cleared his trace away from the now crime scene, he left towards the door that guaranteed him freedom.
But he did not know that this game of cat and mouse had already begun.