She'd run after the encounter at the warehouse alongside Beyond Birthday.
They'd both fled back to England, and were now living on a farm, whilst Beyond continued to train her, turning her not only into his successor, but his double.
Now, Carys had short, messy, black hair.
"You've turned out well." he'd smirk. She seemed to never leave her apparent successor mode these days and now...well. Hell was about to break loose.
–
"So this is it?" Matt had grumbled. After months of tracking, they'd found them and Mello, Near, Angel, Soar, Matt and Matsuda intended on storming the cosy little farm, taking Carys back and killing Birthday.
Whether their plan would work, was another kettle of fish altogether. They had no idea what Birthday had turned the once docile girl into.
"Come on," Mello growled "I am not waiting around. Let's get this over and done with."
As the warm summer evening turned into night, the air grew colder...
–
Beyond knew it was going to happen. He could feel it, and he had prepared Carys as best he could and into a cold, killing machine. If they wanted to kill him, they'd have to kill her too.
He waited in the barn; Carys just outside. She'd know when she was needed and as he leant against the wall, he watched the group with a cold glare.
"So you found us?"
"You knew we would," Matt growled, pulling out his gun "Where is she!"
Birthday laughed "Oh, you mean C? She'll arrive when need be. I however, intend on taking care of you lot myself."
"Like hell you could take all of us." Soar snorted, glaring daggers at Birthday. He simply laughed, whilst the group watched.
"When two of us have the eyes, I doubt it'll be hard." Birthday turned to Mello "You certainly will be dying today."
Mello stared, wide-eyed and Matt gulped back his fear, standing by Matsuda and raising his gun "Carys does not have the eyes."
"Oh, she does now. C, if you'd like to join us..."
The door creaked open, and everyone but Birthday stared in slight fear, their hearts racing. The tension could be felt in the air in the musty, stuffy barn and Carys entered, her eyes closed, taking her place beside Birthday.
She then snapped her eyes open; they were a bright scarlet colour and very similar to Shinigami eyes.
He really had...
Angel and Soar squeaked in fright. This wasn't Carys...this couldn't be real. No way. It just...no. She was a shadow of her former self; her hair short and messy and her eyes that demonic hue of red.
Then, Carys laughed.
"You all think you're going to leave here alive? You're all going to die. Every single one of you. Especially you." Carys snarled towards Matt, who visibly shook. Her snarl then turned into a wicked grin as she closed her eyes again.
It was as if no one saw her move, and she was suddenly behind Matt, her knife pressed to his throat "You did nothing but lie to me, give me one good reason why I shouldn't tear you limb from limb. A reason not to make you suffer. A reason not to kill you."
"Because I love you."
She then laughed again, loud, clear and horrific "You love me? Really? You really are calling your bluff. You really want to live that much?"
"Car, please!" he choked out. Mello, Matsuda, Angel, Soar, and even Near stared in horror. Carys would really kill Matt? The way it was going, it seemed that way.
She'd exacted revenge on both Ayame and Linda that day; it seemed like Matt's day of judgement was finally upon him, perhaps a little too soon, but not in Carys' eyes.
Right here, right now was perfect.
Shoving the redhead to the ground and standing above him, she giggled, raising her knife, before leaning down "Sayonara, Matt."
In that split second, Matsuda leapt, knocking Carys to the ground and disarming her. She yelled out in surprise, roughly shoving the man off her and standing up, pressing the knife to his throat now.
"You!" she hissed, now pulling her Colt revolver out, and aiming it at Matt "How about I kill you both together?"
From the shadows, Birthday grinned. She really had learned well. No feelings; nothing.
And again, Carys raised her knife, and this time time, aimed her gun. Both Matt and Matsuda stared in horror.
"I want you to scream for me. Let me hear you scream." she snickered, her eyes shining horrifically.
Finger on the trigger and and whitened knuckles around the end of the knife, she smirked. Mello knew this was his time to do something, and thus ran toward Carys, tackling her to the ground, her knife skidding to the left and her gun to the right, and as she lay unconscious,a shadow of her former self flitted across her face.
An image of the girl she once was.
Mello looked back at his old friend sadly; his expression pained. Matt stared in almost agony, mouth agape. That couldn't be the Carys he loved. No way could it be...she was so different. She hated, not loved, she felt nothing; it was as if she was nothing.
Minutes passed and she started move, first groggily but as she regained herself, her actions returned to what they were previously, and now she stood smirking, knives between her fingers. She moved her hands from their crossed position, into straight in front of her, smirk widening. She laughed, before throwing the knives, all aimed at Matsuda, Mello and Matt, all of them staring as she moved fluidly; gracefully.
Carys was truly beautiful, in a sick and twisted way and she looked older in a sense as the trio stared at her. The knives were thrown and in that split second, the three were tackled to the ground by Soar and Angel, the two who were now going to take their best friend down themselves. No one in the barn had noticed, Birthday had fled. Carys can pay for her own crimes if they were all going to die.
"We're gonna stop her," Soar whispered to Matt, who was staring through eyes which were shining with unshed tears "I promise we'll save her."
Matt nodded, wiping his eyes. It killed him to see her looking so different, so not her...so beautiful. How could something so gorgeous be so deadly? They had to save her...they simply had to.
"Come on then," Carys sneered at the two girls, another smirk playing on her lips "Sora...Angelina...come and take your best damn shot."
The two girls stared. She knew their true names! Beyond hadn't lied...she truly had the eyes.
"What do we do, Soar?"
"I have an idea."
–
The idea was set in motion. Everyone minus Near stood, prepared to take on Carys, all at once. Angel, Soar, Matt, Mello and Matsuda stood ready, armed, ready to pounce.
Carys eyed them with nothing but sheer disgust and hate, her look wrenching at both Matt and Matsuda's hearts.
"Come on then! Try me, you bastards!" she sneered "Look at you all...pathetic. Standing there, thinking you'll stop me? Believe me, I'm too far gone now...too far gone. You won't stop me now."
All eyes were on Carys, and Soar shot Angel a look and Angel nodded slightly and tensed; Carys was about to pull something out. Her second Colt!
Soar sighed and began to pull her own gun out, Angel, Matt, Mello and Matsuda doing the same, expressions stony.
"Drop the gun, or we'll shoot." Soar said slowly, and Carys' smirk only widened.
"You wouldn't...only because none of you could bear to." she began to move her gun towards her head, smiling "So I'll do the honor for you. Sayonara."
"Car!" Matt suddenly rushed forward, pulling her into a tight hug, causing her to drop her gun, her eyes wide "Carys, stop it! Come back to me babe. Come back, please!"
The tears trickled down the redhead's face, and Matsuda walked over slowly, wrapping his arms around both Matt and Carys, silently sobbing into Carys' shoulder.
He'd realised a few things, like that he could never tear Matt and Carys away from each other, no matter what. Looking at them broke his heart.
Matsuda had given Carys all he could and as he kissed her hair one last time, he let go, turned and began to walk away. He opened the barn doors and a warm summer's sunrise bathed him in golden yellow sunlight.
Yesterday Matsuda Touta died. Today was bleeding, and as Matsuda walked away from his world, he didn't know what he'd do next.
He'd never know if Carys would ever return anywhere alive. He'd know nothing more. He'd wipe his memories and leave her, just like she never existed. He'd pretend he'd never seen her tear herself apart. He'd pretend they had practised love beneath his sheets. He'd pretend he'd never loved her.
Matsuda's head swum with dizzy memories, and yet all he could remember was one quote clearly. One single scream of "No!"
