2 Months Later

Beyond Birthday smiled smugly. He grabbed the bloodstained rag from out of his back pocket and cleaned his knife. In only two month's of time, he quickly gotten the knack of killing rather easily, all the while strengthening his inside though, kindness laid in his heart, which he hid every minute of the day. The only thing that gave him away was his eyes held the softness and doe-like innocence. He happily stood up from his crouching position and looked at his progress. Unlike before, his slice down the victim's neck was much cleaner and less bloodier. He remembered the question his victim asked (Victim number twenty four to be precise, a skinny blonde with a high pitch and squeaky voice) "Why are you going to kill me?" her shrill voice still remained inside his head. Beyond Birthday didn't know the answer, but he sure did now. It helped him with the pain. The pain of not being good enough. Biting his lip, he fought back the tears that wanted to fall.

After what seemed like hours, (which was only minutes) he opened his eyes. His eyes still had the softness of before, but his voice held the coldness and bitter pain he was feeling. "I don't know." he muttered. He didn't even know why he had just said that, but he got used to it. He developed a bad habit of saying random things after a newly kill, especially when one got inside his head that he was unable to shake out. Shaking his head, trying to clear his thoughts, BB proceeded into cleaning the now 'crime scene'. He made sure not to leave a single speck or clue of his identity, although he figured L would suspect him by now. He nonchalantly walked back to the dingy apartment he was able to rent a room from, took a long shower, got dressed, and laid down on the left side of his bed. Beyond Birthday fell asleep easily that night, thinking of L.

The next morning Beyond Birthday woke up at six o' clock in the morning, beginning his early morning routine. He stepped out of bed, and didn't even bother changing or brushing his hair. He simply grabbed the what little money he had left and headed towards the grocery store. After leaving wammy's BB had discovered he had a craving for strawberry jam, and it brought him great comfort to feed the craving. After walking down a couple of blocks Beyond Birthday saw the grocery store, and opened the door. He walked down to the familiar aisle he only bothered to go in, The Jam aisle. He licked his lips and grabbed a huge jar of jelly, using up all his money. He headed towards check out line number thirteen, his lucky number. The cashier was a small and large man, around his mid twenties. "Will that be all today sir?" He asked, smiling at Birthday frowned. "obviously, do you see anything else?" he snapped. The man winced and handed him over the jelly. Beyond Birthday walked out and headed back home, planning to eat the jelly for breakfast.