LABB
Chapter 1: Success
Beyond Birthday hugged his knees, crouching in a chair in the second room of Room 404, spinning a screwdriver in his fingers.
The best alibi.... Will be created. All of my efforts, all of my struggles, will amount to this single moment of triumph.
It was August 22, 2002, Los Angeles, USA, as the climax of Beyond's plan was coming shortly.
He crawled on his fours, disabled the alarm, and disabled the sprinkler with a few turns of his screwdriver. He then went opposite of the door and nailed in a Wara Ningyo.
He giggled to himself, opening the closet.
He dragged out a man he had put there earlier, Brandon Burlington, that he had given a rather large blow in the head to, most likely giving him retrograde amnesia like his other test subjects he had experimented on. Beyond Birthday took out his gray contacts, put them on the unconscious eyes of Brandon. Beyond went into the mirror, gazing at himself who stared back with a piercing crimson stare as he wiped the massacre from under his eyes, then wiping the whitening make up applied all over his face to emulate L.
He went over to his victim, applying the same kind of mascara under his eyes with care, then applying white make up all over his face that he had on his own face. Beyond took off his long white shirt and put it on Brandon, and putting on a black shirt, putting his jeans on him, and then put on a black skirt on himself.
He looked back at his victim.
What a beautiful looking corpse. I'm so proud to call him my victim.
Beyond put on a brunette wig over his choppy raven hair, blinked in green eye contacts, turned back to Brandon and doused his victim in gasoline, laid a rope near Brandon and set fire to the tip on the other end.
Naomi should be rushing here like he led her to do, fighting her and then dropping the crucial hint, establishing and confirming his own 'death'. Beyond went threw a back door in 404, and popped out the other door. Naomi was flying threw the hallway, gun drawn.
"Aieeee!" he said in a high pitched yell.
Naomi ignored him, as he walked out. She watched on as Naomi grabbed a fire extinguisher, and saved Brandon's life. As he predicted, as he would not die until January 21, 2004.
Beyond walked in mock timidness in the room.
"D-did something happen?" he said in a timid, high-pitched voice.
"FBI" Naomi said sternly.
"Call the police, the fire department, and an ambulance." she barked.
Beyond managed a surprised look, nodded, and went to a nearby pay phone, dialing 911.
"Oh my god! Someone is on fire! Come quick!" Beyond said in a panicked voice.
He hung the phone calmly up, glided out, smirking, hearing the words he wanted to hear.
"Rue Ryuzaki, I arrest you on suspicion of the murders of Believe Bridesmaid, Quarter Queen, and Backyard Bottomslash. You do not have the right to remain silent, you do not have the right to an attorney, and you do not have the right to a fair trial."
He left the hotel without anyone noticing, threw his disguise into a nearby trash can and but back on his L disguise.
Beyond calmly walked to a small nearby airport near the hotel, bought a ticket as 'Rue Ryuzaki', which he had used to get his passport from England to the USA, and flew to Japan.
Soon I will have free reign. I will teach a new country fear, and L will never figure the new murders out. How does a dead man kill? L will soon find out....
Brandon Burlington died of a natural heart attack that Beyond knew was coming, that many people attributed to Kira. His amnesiac, charred state made it impossible for anyone to know who that man really was.
LABB: Los Angeles, Beyond Birthday. L after Beyond Birthday. L is always behind B.