DarkJuliet: Here's chapter two of Make It Stop and I'd like to thank the readers XD Same warnings and disclaimers as the previous chapter.
I'll Be With You Forever
Beyond hurried quickly through the empty tunnels. He had to get to Alexei fast, or he would lose the only person he loved. His feet picked up the pace, despite his injured leg's protests.
The two had been out on a date (their first) when they had been jumped.
Five guys showed up out of nowhere, and Beyond had been knocked unconcious after a good beating. His leg hurt like a bitch, but it didn't matter, he had to get to Alexei.
"BEYOND!" the name echoed through the abandoned building.
Beyond glanced around and picked up the first weapon he saw, an old, rusty pick ax. He would make them pay for any pain they caused his Alexei.
It didn't take long to find them, and the sight that greeted him was something he never wanted to see again. Alexei was trying, desprately, to fight free of their grip, but he wasn't doing so well against five guys. His shirt had been torn open and now the
attackers were pulling at his pants.
Beyond's grip tightened on the handle of the pick ax, and he was glad he had worn his black gloves. He ground his teeth together as rage began to bubble and boil deep within him. How dare they touch his Alexei?
A watched in a mix of horror and relief as Beyond defended him. Blood splattered the walls and ran like rivers along the cracked, concrete floors. Screams echoed through the abandoned hallways, as the men pleaded for their lives.
Beyond turned back to Alexei, somehow completely clean, but blood dripped from the pick ax. He dropped the tool and knelt beside the frightened A.
"Are you okay?" he asked, gently. He cupped Alexei's cheek with a delicate touch and his eyes were filled with affection and concern. Alexei almost forgot the scene of murderous brutality he had just witnessed.
"I-I'm fine." he assured. "You saved me."
"I'd never let someone hurt you." Beyond promised.
"Never?"
"Never."
"Then... I'll never leave you. I'll be with you forever."
Regrets
Beyond Birthday had done many things in his lifetime. Some would dub him evil, or insane, or both... But Beyond was above them. He saw the world through eyes that weren't really his.
He was still, only human. And like all humans... he regretted much.
He did not regret his "murders" because those three were supposed to die. Their lifespans had run their toll.
He did regret though.
"Have you ever watched the lifespan of your lover whittle away to nothing?" he asked the darkness surrounding him. He didn't expect an answer.
"If you could see their life... would you try to save them? Or would you let fate run its course?" He rested his head on his knees.
'Should I have done more? If I had tried to stop him, would he still be here, be beside me? Or would he have died no matter what I did?'
These thoughts haunted Beyond, constantly nagging at him, he had to know, if he had tried, would fate surrender?
Beyond was only human, but he wished he was more... because if you're more than human, wouldn't you know more? If he was more than human, would he still have these questions eating at him day and night?
He lay back in the dark and asked again,
"Have you ever watched the person you love die?"
New Shinigami
When humans die, they go to heaven or hell, depending on the way they lived. Every once in awhile, an exception is made. When a human has been neither good, nor evil, they go somewhere else. The Shinigami Realm. How else would shinigami be created?
To wake up, and no longer be a human soul is disorienting, confusing, scary... but most adjust rather well.
Beyond woke up, in the Realm of the Shinigami, and he knew exactly what was going on. He also knew, that he should go to see the Shinigami King. He needed his Death Note.
"Look at what we have here, a newbie." the King greeted with his creepily happy smile. Beyond cocked his head to one side, but bowed respectfully.
He remained silent.
"Well, what's your name, newbie?"
"Beyond."
"I see. And you're here for your Death Note, correct?"
"Yes."
The King chuckled, and gestured for Beyond to come closer. He did so, and sat (at the King's urging) on the arm of the throne of skulls.
"Here, newbie. Your Death Note. You know how to use that thing?"
"Yes."
"Good. I rather like you, newbie. You're smart. Any questions?"
Beyond thought for a moment, his new, red-feathered wings flexing.
"I want to know... what happened to someone who is very dear to me. He died, and I want to know where he went."
The King chuckled again, a low, raspy sound,
"Oh I suppose I could tell you... but maybe later. Like I said, newbie, I like you, so I'll keep you around."
End It All
He couldn't do this. Not alone. What was the point? To live as someone else? No, Beyond couldn't do it. He refused to live like that. After all, the fact he looked like L was cause enough for some major therapy. Nobody understood that just because he looked like L didn't mean he acted like L as well. Only one person had ever wanted to know the true Beyond Birthday, and he was dead. The same way that Beyond was about to go. Suicide.
He couldn't do this. He had no real purpose. The whole point to his exsistence was to serve the innocent people of the world, but never be apart of it. He would have no recognition, no friends, no family. Nothing. Ever. No one should live like that. How did L manage it? Oh that's right, because L was antisocial, he was awkward around people, he wasn't sure how to act. But Beyond was different. He enjoyed be surrounded
by people. He liked talking and laughing. But as L's new replacement... that was no longer possible.
He was alone, because the only person to ever love him was gone. The only person he needed... Beyond opened his mouth, sliding in the cool, metal gun.
He couldn't do this... so he wouldn't.
Bleeding
Beyond had been covered in blood before, but it had never been his own. This was new to him, and slightly amusing. He could taste his own blood, and it tasted like every one of his victims had. His bloody nose just continued to bleed. He looked down to see that his shirt was stained... he couldn't seem to keep them clean.
"Hey are you okay?"
Beyond looked up, a young woman was standing in front of him. His eyes flicked up to her name and lifespan.
Believe Bridesmaid
Quickly converting the number from Shinigami numbering to human, Beyond gave a small smile... she had a few hours at most.
"Yes, its just a bloody nose." he replied to her question.
Believe pulled a handkercheif from her purse and started cleaning the blood away.
"How about you come with me, and I'll get you some ice and wash your t-shirt."
"Thank you, that's very generous."
One hand was put in his pocket, and wrapped around the smooth handle of his pocket knife.
Snow
"A! A! A, wake up!"
Alexei rubbed his eyes, looking around confused.
"B? What's up... it's 7:15..." He fell back into the pillows, sleepy, hoping to go to sleep.
"A!" Beyond started tugging at his boyfriend's blankets. "Come on, get up."
But A just pulled the blankets over his head. Beyond sighed, and slid into the bed next to Alexei. A smiled and curled up against his boyfriend, snuggling close.
"A... guess what." Beyond whispered.
"What?"
"It's snowing!"
That would explain a lot, like why Beyond was so excited and why Alexei was so cold.
"That's nice, now be quiet."
But Beyond really wanted to play outside, so he was antsy. He loved laying and cuddling with Alexei, but it had been a really long time since he had seen snow.
"Fine. I'm up. Let me get dressed." Alexei surrendered, sitting up. Beyond grinned and pulled Alexei into a fierce, loving kiss as a thank you.
Alexei smiled and distracted Beyond for a few minutes with kisses, but he couldn't hold the teen long. Pretty soon, they were bundled up and ready to head outside.
Beyond was like a little kid in the snow, running around, laughing and throwing snow balls.
"Alexei, come make snow angels with me!" He called, beckoning A forward.
A lay in the snow next to Beyond, moving his arms and legs to form the snow angels. Beyond rolled over suddenly, pinning A to the ground,
"I forgot... you don't need to make snow angels." he said. "Because you are one."
"I'm no angel." Alexei assured.
"Yes you are, you're my angel. I don't know what I'd do without you."
They kissed, sweetly, as the snow fell around them.
One Year Later:
Beyond woke up, looking around confused. He glanced at his clock,
it's face read: 7:15 a.m.
He stood up and went to his window, pulling back the thick, dark curtains. The bright, gray, winter sky greeted him... along with thick, white flakes.
'It's snowing' Beyond thought. But instead of running outside, he just closed the curtains, and curled up in his bed again.
'Nothing is as beautiful as he was...'
Calm
Roger had never witnessed a scene of such gruesom carnage before. How could someone had been so inhuman as to do... this? He pulled out a handkercheif, covering his mouth, and pushing down the urge to puke.
Before him lay the massacred body of three young people, all college students. Two were male, and one was female... at least, Roger was assuming two were male, one of the bodies was so torn up, they would have to use dental records to identify them.
No burning, no acid damage, just pure violence and murderous rage. Each body was a heap of blood, bones, and organs.
Surrounded by F.B.I. agents, Roger didn't feel any safer than he would walking down a dark and dirty alleyway alone in the middle of the night. That was because he knew who he was up against. He knew the person who had ripped through the bodies of three people like tissue paper.
Beyond Birthday.
The very thought of the ruby-eyed psychopath sent chills up Roger's spine... and the F.B.I. couldn't find him. He was still on the loose.
Roger opened the door into the living room, where yet more blood and horror awaited him. And sitting amongst the dead and the blood, was a young man, with messy black hair, alabastor skin, and the purest, crimson eyes that could ever exist. He sat, casually, on a chair in the center of the room, a jar of strawberry jam beside him. Roger caught a malicous glee in Beyond's triumphant smirk, but he was frozen, he couldn't make himself move or call out.
Beyond was covered with blood, and there were even a few handprints, a woman had clung to his shirt, in her dying moments.
'Please, don't... don't kill me... I want to live. I can't die like this.' Roger could hear the echo of her screams in his ears.
Beyond seemed casual, and at ease, as though he were merely sitting in his living room, watching t.v. Not surrounded by the unidentifiable corpses of innocent people.
"...Beyond..." Roger managed to choke out.
Beyond winked at him, and then stood up to dissapeared through an open window, and Roger felt a sense of dread grow in the pit of his stomach. Somewhere, some poor person was going to stumble on a seen of carnage as bad as this, if not worse.
Carnival Mirror
It was like looking in a mirror. A sick, twisted mirror covered in blood, but a mirror none the less.
"So. You are Backup." L said, calmly.
"FUCK NO! My name is Beyond Birthday. I abandoned that stupid alias Backup long ago." Beyond spat.
"Very well then, Beyond, care to explain why you killed all those people?"
Beyond laughed, leaning his head back against the uncomfortable, metal chair he was handcuffed too.
"Because, their life span had hit zero. It was their time to die." he replied, smirking. "Someone had to make sure they died, right?"
"Their lifespan?" L asked, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
Beyond sighed,
"All those years and Roger never told you?" he said, annoyed. "I can see the names and lifespans of any person I look at. If I can see their face that is."
"And how long have you been able to see 'lifespans'?"
"Since I was born, dumbass. It's these eyes of mine... They see too much."
L sat back, chewing on his thumb.
'He's obviously crazy,' L thought. 'But his intelligence matches mine, maybe even exceeds mine... and he was able to fool everyone into thinking he was me. Even Watari. And it took little effort. Also, he was able to kill 198 people in secure locations with no planning. It took us 3 years and 4 months to catch him. How will I deal with him?'
Beyond mimicked L's posture and facial expressions, and for a moment, L forgot he was looking at another person. He saw himself in the blood-splattered Beyond Birthday. He saw what he could have become... what he might someday become, if he didn't keep himself sane.
'Is that why he was created, by whatever god rules over us? To be my perfect opposite, and yet... to be me exactly?' That thought made L shiver, and he looked away from his carnival mirror reflection.
"Beyond Birthday, you are too be imprisoned for life in a maximum security prison for the criminally insane, located in Los Angeles, California. Do you understand?"
"Yep... thanks for the challenge."
Beyond was taken away to be locked up for life... but L could still feel his eyes, the blood-red eyes that saw too much.
Hand Against the Glass
Beyond looked at himself in the mirror of his bathroom, and had to force down the simeltaneous urges to laugh and to smash the mirror. Every time he saw his reflection, he saw the great detective that had been the idol of both Beyond, and the boy Beyond loved. But that idol had caused the death of said love, maybe not directly... but it was still partly his fault.
But this time... he, Beyond, was covered the blood of a young man named Backyard Bottomslash. Mr. Bottomslash was quite dead, and lay on the floor in the other room, face down in a pool of blood.
So... this is what L would look like, covered in blood... Beyond rather liked the idea and he smiled.
He put a hand to the mirror, and smeared the blood against the, otherwise, flawless glass. He wished he could stain the flawless detective.
Wall
When A died, Beyond's heart broke... and some would say, what little sanity he had, dissapeared completely.
So, it was only natural, that Beyond would become... obessed with gaining the attention of the one man A looked up too more than anything, right? He needed something to take his mind off of the hurt and anger and sadness that threatened to swallow him up.
Beyond began working hard to be the greatest L that ever lived, he wanted to be the next heir. But Watari and Roger both agreed that he was too... unstable. So B was removed from the inheritance. And that was when Beyond left, desperate for L's attention in anyway possible.
When he was caught, L himself went through Beyond's apartment... and that's were he found it. The wall of himself. Every newspaper article of L's cases, pictures drawn from memory, clippets, photos, notes... everything that Beyond could find about L.
What would Beyond obsess about now? There wasn't much in prison.
"He will finally have to face the demons plauging him."
L turned to Watari, who had spoken, as though he knew L's thoughts. Which he usually did.
"This is good for him, as well as for the public... right?"
Watari nodded,
"Yes." he replied simply.
L looked down, still for a moment as he thought, before he and Watari left the scene, and went to the first interview of Beyond Birthday.