Chapter 1: Escape

This idea just came to me late last night. Almost like it was meant to be written down. Like A wanted me to write it. Like Avril wanted me to write it in her perspective.

I should at least give you an introduction about myself. Who am I? A young onlooker, never affiliated with Whammy's or the Kira case. Me. Avril. Near's forbidden girlfriend. I'll save my story for another time. This isn't about Nate. Nor is it about the Kira Case itself. As you can tell from the title, this is about A and B. Not as a couple, but as L's original successors. This story starts one story night as a six-year-old A looked out of his window…

Lightning shattered the angry sky. A single raven flew up towards the moon.

Why can't I be free like that bird? Why me? Why am I cooped up here while that bird can soar into the silvery light of the moon?

A shed a tear that mingled with the raindrops on the other side of his window pane. B sat on the other side of their dorm reading a book.

"Don't stare for too long. It's not good for your eyes," the L look-alike said into the crisp white pages.

Although A was the first child at Whammy's, B was older. When A was found as a baby at six months, B was living happily with his parents at the age of five. They died four years later.

A turned around, another tear forming in his caramel eyes.

"I was just thinking, why can't I go away? I don't like it here. Why can't I just climb over the gate and run away?" He started to cry. "What's the point in being L's successor if I can't do what I want!"

B put a hand on his shoulder.

"Go. Run. Run until your legs give out. Get as far away from this crazy place as possible!"

"But Backup-"

B cut him off. "I'll cover for you. And don't call me Backup anymore. Call me Beyond. One on day, that's what I'll do. Go beyond L and all these people here at this asylum. And one day, we'll see each other again. One sweet day."

A threw his arms around B.

"Thanks Beyond. I owe you."

A waited for midnight. He snuck out of bed in his pajamas and climbed over the gate.

B got to work, imitating A's handwriting best as he could on a piece of his own stationary. He wrote the following note:

Dear readers,

Due to the immense pressure put upon me by the staff and members of Whammy's House, I have decided to end my life by jumping off the bridge into the river. By the time you get this note I will be long dead.

My apologies,

A

B looked out the window at his friend and saw his face and real name for the last time. Antonio Vedercci. A name that would, eventually, fade from his mind.

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