Author's Note: What's up! This is my third Death Note Fan Fiction.
And this is completely different from my usual stories.
Disclaimers: I do not own Death Note!
Matt: "She doesn't own me either!"
Claimers: Bethany is my own OC.
ENJOY!
Wammy didn't used to have those towering metal gates. The windows didn't have locks on them and the staff didn't care much for security. This was a time before Kira,
And right before the BB murder cases.
This is the story of the Wammy Reject. Correction, Wammy's Reject. Her real name was Bethany Beatrix. If she did get in her name would have been Bleach. But she didn't, the only reason was because she wasn't an orphan. That was the only reason. Which was bullshit because she was smarter then A.
Bethany was smarter then all of us.
She also more sinister then anyone in Wammy.
When she found out that institution wouldn't let her join because of her parents she snapped. Two weeks after her parents body was found in a lake two miles from her house she was welcome to Wammy, until they found out that Bethany poisoned them before they drowned.
Wammy kicked her out, stamped her as a reject and sent her to Juvenile Hall. She broke out two years later and became a mastermind criminal.
Now, I won't spoil the ending for you,
I'm just going to say on thing, what she did changed everything about Wammy.
Now, I'm pretty sure you might be wondering who the hell I am. Mello had the job of telling you about BB. But there's one thing he left out. His connection with Bethany. My name is Mail Jeevas also know as Matt.
You know, that one guy who was shot to death by a bunch of Kira worshipers, (which was more humiliating then you think.) Anyway, here's her story.
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This all started in west Los Angeles. It was seven o'clock during the summer. The sun had barely set and locals started coming out of there houses. Bethany was sitting outside of a café two blocks down from the hotel she was staying at. She is wearing thick black sunglasses; she was facing the sunset and looked as if she was waiting for something.
Bethany was waiting for something to happen. Something she had planned.
She sipped her coffee as she waited. The waiter would walk by ever so often and ask if she need sugar for her coffee. Bethany would shake her head and just ask for a refill.
She waited, and waited, and waited. Till finally she stood up, paid for her check and left the scene of the crime.
Then a spark of a lighter started it. The entire west downtown was blown! By a flammable odorless gas. It completely untraceable, because it was oxygen,
Death by oxygen!
Very likely news headline,
This remained a mystery to investigator. Maybe a gas leak, maybe…
Even the great L shrugged it off.
Bethany's signature mark, it was spray painted on the back wall of the café. But in Los Angels, it looked like graffiti. It was a W, like the kind of W Watari used to address people with.
Now, most of you are wondering how you can explode something by oxygen. Simple, by filling every hotel room in West L.A with pure Oxygen, seems an unlikely way to blow stuff up. But when you're a crazy fuck like this chick then it just seems like more fun.
She didn't have anything against that part of L.A. It was simply for the hell of it.
That is just an example of her behave. I wasn't lying when I said she was sinter.
Later that night she felt something trail behind her. Something eerie was in the air and it wasn't the gangsters or gun shots. Bethany walked into an alley in North Los Angeles. It was exactly 9:45 pm and she was waiting for her stalking to show its face. Once she was certain that someone was, indeed, following her, she whipped around and kicked it against a wall.
Turns out, it was a man. The glow from the street lamps showed his deadly smirked, "long time no see, huh?" the figure spoke.
"Nice try." She eyed the shadowy man, "How can I forget about you. B?"
"What was the give away?" Beyond stepped out of the darkness.
"Your eyes"
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