Hey everyone! This is possibly the most serious fanfiction I've ever written but I think it's my best too. Check out the song Silversun Pickups- Sort of. I'm using the lyrics as chapter titles and it really sets the mood for the story. Also check out my deviantart username Shmekana. I'll be posting my art for this fanfic on there. Please review and comment (positive or negative). Enjoy
~Mekana
Prologue
Torture comes in many different forms. Some are very noticeable and brutal like drowning the victim in a bucket of water until he talks. Others are much less conspicuous and anyone on the outside would think the culprit is fine, maybe just a little agitated. These methods are easily compared to Chinese water torture, the victim is strapped into a chair with a tap dripping a single drop of water on him forehead, over and over again. At first, it's not very noticeable and the victim finds the attempt at the method pointless but the continuous drip becomes less and less disregard-able. The drips begin to feel like spikes drilling through the skull and to the brain. Then, the victim snaps, emotionally and physically, and he will do anything to get out.
Quillish Wammy had created the Wammy Institute to house and raise geniuses trained to become heirs for the ever-so-great L, the world's top detective, the man who can solve any case, the Sherlock Holmes of our time. Well, that's what everyone else in the world calls him. I don't see him as anything near as great. I see him as Chinese water torture, the toughest challenge of my life, an unsolvable test that I've been forced to find an answer to. L was the test to drive me mad.
Being in Wammy's was like being a lab rat wearing a shock collar and whether I made it through the maze and found the cheese or I got completely lost, I was electrocuted either way. When we wrongly accused a suspect, we'd be punished; and when we accurately solved a case, we'd be criticized on our timeliness or our lack of solid evidence. Being constantly judged and compared to and ashamed was enough to want to kill, whether it be yourself in A's case or others like in B's.
This leads me to the topic of my writings, one Beyond Birthday. Mello had shone a miraculous luminescent light on L's ever so breathtaking work in the Los Angeles BB Murder Case but had only the narrative from a man who spent the case hidden behind a computer screen and synthetic voice. The information L had on the case and on Beyond is as worthless as a secondhand book with half it's pages torn out. If you really want to know who Beyond Birthday was, not the psychotic, heartless killer Mello had portrayed him to be, then it's best to hear the story from the horses mouth.
That's where I come in. I once went by the name Mable Allen as a young girl living in rundown orphanages because my parents had been deceased when I was an infant. I attended university on a full scholarship to University of Cambridge and earned my Master's degree in sociology at the age of ten under that name. I later went by C in Wammy's until I was seventeen; and after that, I remained nameless to everyone except for Beyond. I was Beyond's "partner in crime", if you will, and if there was anyone who truly knew what kind of man Beyond Birthday was, it was me.
I'll be your host on this fine evening, or perhaps it's morning your time. With a little luck more than just the Wammy kids will read this. I wish L were still alive so there was a chance he'd stumble upon this and realize the tremendous pain he's caused to people. Maybe even thousands of others worldwide will get their hands on this and realize that too. I hope those who had the misfortune of reading Mello's novel of the LABB murder cases eventually find their way to my account of the incident so, then, perhaps that glorious light that had been directed on L will dim and a new light will shine on Beyond Birthday if only for the duration of this story. Then BB's reputation will be redeemed. Then, everyone will know he deserved as much respect as L, if not more.
Thanks for reading! Reviews are much appreciated
~Mekana