Not what I had hoped for, but it s better than nothing.

I had found what looked like an old abandoned barn and decided that we should stay here for the night. The place was bare and uncomfortable, but it was something. Looking around, I spotted a crow bar. That'll do just fine.

L was spazzing out and wouldn't shut up. I'll fix that in a minute, I thought. He had been senselessly blabbering ever since I came out tonight, and it was starting to get a little annoying after a few hours on the road.

I had only gone through places that many others had recently been so as to make my trail harder to detect through others, since the police were no doubt already searching for me. Other than obvious things like avoid monitors, heat sensors, and being seen, that is.

I grabbed the crowbar and sat in a corner. I had felt a feeling of unease as soon as I went in, and I suddenly figured out what it was.

I sent the crowbar flying in the direction of where the stares were coming from. It hit something, but all I heard was the crowbar. It was almost pitch black in there, but I had to know what it was.

The roof looks weak enough to break a hole through, I thought as I put the sack on my belt and came out. A shovel underneath some trash caught my eye. Going over to it, I saw that it looked very rusted. After moving all the junk off of it, I picked it up. It still seemed pretty sturdy. Let's try this out.

I climbed up on the roof with the help of random garbage and the door and started hacking at the spot above where the sound had come from. I kept stabbing and digging for about five minutes, and then, throwing the shovel away, gave up. I jumped off of the roof and crouched as I landed. I wonder if there's a space with a bunch of tools in it. There were piles of trash littering the place, some taller than me, and so I picked a random pile and started looking. There were none, so I went to another. I saw a screwdriver. Bingo.

So I started rummaging through it. I saw something falling and yelped as I jumped back, then looked down to see what it was. A chainsaw. A huge grin appeared on my face as I went to pick it up. I started it up to make sure it worked, and sure enough, the deafening sound started and the chain started moving. After turning it off, I swiftly hauled it up to the top of the roof with me, and after spotting the area that already had some marks on it, I started it up. I dug it into one spot and went around in a circle that I assumed was big enough. A little bit before I made a complete circle, I stopped and turned it off. I got my fingers under what had been cut and lifted it up to see what lay beneath.

The sight was completely gruesome.. The man sitting there had been messed up pretty bad. His eyeballs were sitting on the ground next to him, with one of them resting in a large spoon, and with grayish silver (possibly metal) balls in the eye sockets. His lips were nonexistent and a few teeth were missing. The nose looked like it was bent and had blood coming out. His head was covered in blood as well. I assume from hair being pulled out, considering where it is and how much blood there is. The rest was covered by a blanket.

L shuttered at the sight. He has seen enough gruesome corpses to have not had a greater reaction (or as he put it, 'seen too many', not 'seen enough'). Bad enough to have to cover it? I have to see this, I thought. No, no, leave it there, stupid! His outburst momentarily surprised me. L continued, If you touch it, then they ll have my fingerprints there, therefore making me suspect to another murder, one that you didn't even commit! I had to admit, he had a point, but I didn't really care. Aw, come on, others are gong to die, and messing around with only one dead body, I pointed my gaze at the sack with Light s head, "Is like taking only one cookie from the cookie jar". I replied out loud.

He muttered something else that I didn't pay attention to as I climbed back down the barn. I ran back inside, went up to the unexposed corpse, and lifted up the blanket to uncover the rest of the body. What I saw completely shocked me. He's completely untouched. There were no cuts, no bruises, no nothing. The clothing was completely ruined, all tattered and with blood stains (which were also on some of the skin on his chest and stomach, but I knew better than to think the area was damaged, the blood from the head had simply just fallen onto there).

I then realized what the murderer was doing by putting the blanket there as a huge grin crept onto my face. He intended to make people think that the covered part was much worse off than it actually was, and then for them to be surprised when it was actually unharmed. That's what I thought, anyways. So I decided to do him a favor and cover it back up. But then, just as I was about to pick the blanket up, L started trying to take over. Annoying bastard, I thought as I shoved him back. Asshole, he replied.

I thought for a moment, then decided to let him out. It s not like he'd do anything at this point in time anyways, I assured myself.

Finally. Beyond had been in control for hours, and it was strange being inside that long, so it was good to be out again. He snickered at that, but I ignored it. That was always best for me (and my sanity).

I spotted the blanket that Beyond took off and placed it back over the poor man, this time making sure to cover his head.

After repeatedly nearly vomiting at the sight and feeling of blood, I decided that it would be best to sleep, so I went to a corner and laid down. Sleep didn't befall me quickly, it made sure to take it s time. Knowing that he was still awake didn't help at all, as well as the question of 'what do I do now?' I eventually fell into a fitful sleep, and I descended into my dreams.