"Anger Is A Killing Thing: It Kills The Man Who Angers, For Each Rage Leaves Him Less Than He Had Been Before – It Takes Something From Him."
-Louis L'Amour
A few months prior to the murders in England...
January 21 2004
"Look at this place, what a bunch of tyrannical monsters!" The prison guard spoke with an utter hatred in his voice as his eyes scanned the entire prison like a hawk. "Why do we even let them live?" Questioned the second prison guard.
As soon as he spoke, the first prison guard let out a bellowing shout at one of the prisoners, "Oi! Get to sleep!"
The other guard let out a small chuckle, "You sure told him."
"It's all part of the job, isn't that right?" the first guard replied.
"Yeah, anyway we're paying cell 13 a visit, aren't we?"
"Correct."
As they made their way through the dark, musty prison they found the cell they were looking for.
The last cell on the left... Number 13
The guards squinted into the cell and waited for their eyes to adjust to the darkness. They searched all areas of the cell, until their eyes finally looked towards the floor. A lifeless body was on the ground lying in a crumpled state. "Wake up, sleepyhead" the first guard announced jingling his keys on the rusty, steel, barred door.
"..."
No reply came from the prisoner.
"Damn, looks like he's had a heart attack" the second guard commented.
The first guard was not fazed at all, still staring into the abyss of the cell with his cold eyes observing the prisoner. "Send him to the mortuary" he said finally, with what seemed to be the smallest of a smile escaping his lips.
The guards opened the cell door and walked in. As they knelt down to pick up the body, the biggest smile came from the lips of the corpse. A sudden swift movement and blood poured from the guards necks, their eyes rolled to look into the distance as they finally dropped like stones and fell onto the concrete floor. The prisoner left saying a comment about how they should have died a long time ago. Keeping to the shadows and out of the way of CCTV, the killer made his way to the secret exit he discovered a long time ago. Before he left, he made his way to the Office Database Room.
The Next Day
The prison warden looked around the cell trying desperately to take everything in. Lying in front of him were two bodies obviously dead from a stab wound, which had sliced through the victims' necks, causing them to fatally bleed to death. One of the bodies was facing upwards towards the sky and the other was face down.
Coincidence? I think not, the warden silently thought to himself.
He already knew that forensics were still examining the bodies, but it couldn't hurt to look for more clues (pretty much anything besides what forensics had already found.) As he looked closer at the victims he saw that each of the bodies had a post-it note stuck to the palms of each of their hands. The prison warden, careful not to let his fingerprints touch the post-it notes, slipped on a pair of gloves and removed the notes.
The 1st Note read
22
23,1,19
8,5,18,5
The 2nd Note read
6,9,14,4
13,5
What on Earth is this? The prison warden thought hard, he tried to think of a simple explanation, possibly a secret message? Maybe a phone number? He started thinking of more ideas than he could count when a member of forensics turned up and asked what the warden was doing. "Oh, I was just looking to see if there was anything, they were my colleagues y'know." replied the warden.
"And, did you find anything?"
"Well, I found these two post-it notes on the palms of the victims"
"Well, thanks for your help" the forensics examiner smiled and walked back to the examining area, with the post-it note in hand.
Huh, seems I can do your job better than you can, wanna trade places? The warden chuckled to himself, kids these days, honestly. The warden walked towards the door, when suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he saw a patch of blood. "Well what's this, another clue? Heh Heh, must be my lucky day." As he walked closer to the bloodstain, he could make out that it was some sort of hand print. It was quite difficult to see because of the shadows that covered it, but it was definitely there.
The warden smiled and called the forensics examiner back "...Umm, Excuse me, but I have more some more clues!" The examiner came back and took a sample of the print. After that, the forensics examiner asked the warden to come down to the test lab to find out the mystery of the cryptic notes.
1st Note
BB
WAS
HERE
2nd Note
FIND
ME
"We tried looking up anything that matches with the initials BB, but all we found was that his name was Beyond Birthday sir."
The warden just stared at the forensics examiner with a look of utter disbelief on his face. "Sir, we think this BB person may have deleted his entire file and destroyed all the records that were kept on him during his time in prison apart from his name."
"Impossible!" The Warden stormed out of the room and made his way to the Office Database Room. He logged on to the computer. He typed in the suspects name.
Suspect Name: Beyond Birthday
No Data Found
He tried to use the fingerprints from the bloody handprint they had found. Again the same words popped up on the screen.
No Data Found
The Warden held his head in his hands and thought quietly to himself, it's going to be disastrous if the media finds out about this.
It's going to be embarrassing if L found out about this.
After months of trying to find the escaped convict, the prison warden came to a decision.
"Shit, it looks like I'm just going to have to rewrite his case report then."
And at the bottom of this case report states:
On January 21, 2004, serving a life sentence in a California prison Beyond Birthday died of a mysterious heart attack.
Beyond Birthday walked out of prison that day and said "Now L, the final piece has fallen into place."
At the same time in another part of the prison another criminal had escaped, she goes by the name of... Valerie Valentine.