Warning: Murder scene gets described towards the middle/bottom. Also dark scenes. Keep in mind, THIS IS SOMEWHAT HORROR. I tried to add some humor to lighten the mood a tiny bit. If squimish, skip.
Chapter two- Prey meets predator.
Beyond Birthday carefully crept over the soft lawn, absolutely silent as he casuallyjacked the window before springing it open with a gentle creak.
He almost smirked. This was too easy! The man wouldn't even know what hit him.
BB hoisted himself up and climbed through the ajar window with complete ease. He unconsciously fingered the knife hidden in his boot. It gleamed red with hidden blood stains.
Oh, this'll be fun, he grinned inwardly to himself.
He landed to the floor with barely any sound at all. BB flicked his eyes over the house's landscape, taking in every aspect of the room, the dark making his job even harder. Who knows? He might have to have a real fight on his hands with this one.
A slight probability, but a probability nonetheless.
Beyond Birthday snuck through the front room doorway, navigating himself into the bathroom on accident before turning around and going back into the original destination. "Ah, crap," he hissed at himself quietly. "Where am I suppose to go now?"
Normally he would have staked out the house before attacking, but he was on a deadline. This needed to happen tonight or his whole scheme would unravel. Besides, he'd met his child for the first time ever today.
The fact he was a father still amazed him. He was a murderer; he didn't MAKE life, he took it.
Irony? Yes. Say hi.
He sighed. I'm the monster under the bed that will terrorize Mizuko when she's older, he realized. And yet, I'm not done yet.
B fell to his knees, crawling on all fours. The dark around him had hidden objects almost perfectly from sight, but now, at ground level, he could see the path clearly.
He crept along the left side, edging closer to a doorway he'd missed going down the hall the first time. He stood up, sliding the door open. A man slept peacefully.
BB rolled his eyes, pulling the knife from his boot.
He woke just long enough to see Beyond Birthday's sadistic smile.
A violent scream rippled through air as the man drew his last breathe ever.
Beyond Birthday stood up slowly. Blood dripped all over the floor, the walls, and his hands. The victim laid with a perfect knife wound through the heart. His stomach was torn out and sprawled everywhere. Nine Wara Ningyo dolls were lined up beside the corpse's bed.
The victim had been a local grocer whose family had gone away to a beach house. He'd made the mistake of staying home. Poor man. Not that BB felt that much remorse, if any.
Not his finest work, he decided quickly. But L would still get the message. And that's what mattered.
"Oh yes, L, come for me. I'm waiting," he challenged daringly.
It was a cat and mouse game. He, the fearless cat. And L, the thoughtful rat. Forever running circles around each other.
B slipped inside easily at six a.m.. Apparently Linda had gotten up earlier, probably getting a good idea where he had gone, and locked him out.
He'd spared only a brief second to roll his eyes before he'd crackwd the lock and walked inside. "Have fun?" Asked an irked female's voice.
He nodded at Linda, turning her stomach sickly. "Yes, it looks like you did," she responded slowly, an air of distaste surrounding her.
He noticed. Leaning back against the wall with a carefree expression, he shrugged. "Oh, fine, if you're really that upset, I'll take you with me."
Her face twisted into a look of pure horror. She couldn't tell if he was joking or not. "God, Rue, I don't want to go with you. You're sick, you know that?!"
Rye Ryuzaki's smile faltered ever-so-slightly at the use of his real name (I think...). "Hm, depends on perspective, I suppose. Ah, to live a day in my shoes. You should try it, Lynn. Who knows, maybe you'd like it."
She disagreed fervently. "That. Is. Disgusting," she growled.
BB pushed himself into an upright position, walking over to the young woman, and stroking her cheek gently with his fingers. "Oh, Lynn, keep in mind, you're my prey, too," he murmured, his voice strangely affectionate.
She shuddered. "Leave," she snarled, shoving him away hard. "I've made up my mind. I don't want you anywhere near me or my child."
The amusement was clear on his face. "Don't you mean 'our' child?" He basked tauntingly. "Oh, you're so mean, kicking me out of my own house. And what about Mizuko?"
"What about her?! Don't act like you care!" Linda screamed.
Rue got a little mad at her, in spite of himself. "Hey, I CARE," he spat. "I don't know why, and I don't want to, but I care. Because..."
Linda's expression softened. "Because?" She prodded nicely.
"BECAUSE SHE'S MINE!" He roared.
Linda didn't even bother wasting her time with silly things like fear or reasoning on him.
She stood up. She silently walked over to the doorway connecting to the bedroom. BB got the feeling she wouldn't say anything, but she turned around partially and got one last gibe in, "You're a monster, Rue. And that's all you'll ever be."
Beyond Birthday watched her leave without even the remote interest of following her.
