Greets fellow people! I give you another chapter, and maybe the start of an actual story line instead of just BB's thoughts… Maybe. There's a vague idea, but it might turn into something. I will explain more at the end, so the sooner you read, the sooner you see the idea… or you might just skip the story part and go right to the idea… (Please don't do that unless you read the story afterwards) Thanks!

Warning: Violence and blood ahead.

Beyond all sanity

I can't stand this anymore. It's all white… there is no other color, just the endless white. Where are the blues, blacks and reds? Blue, the color of the morning sky, and the color of her eyes. Black, the color of the cool night, and the color of those emotionless voids. Red, the color of strawberry jam and blood, the sweet nectars of life. I need to get out of here, out of this nightmare. I need to escape.

To break free.

I was contemplating the thought for a while now, but the need to leave this prison of eternal nothingness never rose to such levels. To put my plan in to action I must first grab the attention of the guards that are always outside of my lovely cell, it's simple enough since there have been a good number of 'murders' happening to criminals lately, to bad this 'Kira' cannot kill me because no one knows my real name… well, they do, but the idiotic government officials believe that Beyond Birthday is just a fake aliases… I truly believe that the power of those unintelligent … creatures is much more dangerous in larger groups… but they will die soon anyway… hopefully.

Back to the main point of my rambling, escape. It's at times like this that I am glad that I'm a good actor. I gasp dramatically, forcing my eyes to dilate, making it seem as if every breath is a challenge, and after a few seconds of that, I collapse. I clam myself, and my heart stops beating and my breathing ends, going into a trance known as dead man's sleep. The guards rush in, and check my temporary nonexistent pulse, closing the door behind them.

Guard number 1, whose name seems to be Bob Cullins and only has about 20 minutes left to live his miserable life, muttered in a low, fearful tone "Is… is he dead? Did Kira just… kill him" his voice kept getting higher and higher until it sounded like a tiny squeak… very manly of you Bob.

The second guard, who is currently trying to find out if I am still alive, shakes his head and replies "I'm not sure yet, help me undo the straps of his strait jacket, just to be positive" Well… His numbers are still pretty high, about 34 more years left to live for him… what a shame; at least I have one person I can kill.

I snap out of my thoughts, hearing the last of the buckles finally coming undone, allowing me movement in my arms and legs. It is then I awaken. My eyes returned to their original state, I spin my body to gain the necessary force and the correct angle, immediately kicking guard number 2, whose name, as I just discovered, is Conner Mohan, swiftly in the temple, causing unconsciousness as soon as the heel of my foot connected with his head.

I then stand up slowly, stretching my arms and legs and letting the blood return to its proper place. I turn around to find Bob shaking in the corner, mumbling something about his mommy.

I looked at him with a rather bored expression "Hm? O… I almost forgot you were there Mr. Cullins"

His eyes widened as he sputtered "H-How did y-you know my n-name?"

I smiled psychotically, enjoying the way he squirmed under my gaze "I know everyone's name Bob, but the real question is, how will you get out of this room?"

The guard then realized that his partner had the key to the door, and BB, prisoner 15296, was right in front of the currently knocked out man, guarding the only way out of the cell.

Finally snapping out of his shock, he quickly grabbed his Taser… even though there was a walkie talkie right next to the Taser… his IQ must be lower than I originally presumed. No matter, while he was working on holding the Taser properly, I went over to Mister Mohan and rooted through his pockets, looking for his key card and a weapon of some sort. Find the desired items rather quickly, I placed them in my pockets and turned around to face Mr. Cullins, who just about to pull the trigger on his Taser.

Thinking fast I did a forward roll till I was directly in front of him, then using the momentum I gained from the roll, I pushed myself into a handstand, and my right foot smashed into the underside of his jaw. Milliseconds after my foot connected, I heard a satisfying crack, signaling the bone has been broken.

His spits up blood, screams of agony resonate in the sound proof room, no one hearing his cries but me and the unconscious man, who was currently a heap in the corner. Bob scrambled fearfully into the corner directly across form Mr. Mohan. I study him with a critical eye; his mud brown eyes are darting in every direction besides my crimson pools and his body shaking to a degree that can't possibly be healthy. I retrieve the weapon of his demise from my back pocket, a .40 handgun, judging the make and model. Although I prefer knifes or switch blades, guard number 2 was only carrying the handgun that is now in my possession, so I will have to make do.

"Mr. Cullins?" I inquire.

His head snaps up to look at me, even though tears have collected in eyes from the pain of his broken jaw, making it harder for him to see.

"Y-Yes?" he responded, quivering with fear.

I loaded the stolen gun at eye level. "It is time for you to die." And with those words said, I let lose 6 bullets, two through each arm and one through each leg, it will cause him immense pain at first and then he will bleed to death. His blood splatters the walls around him, finally giving color to the white lifeless room, the crimson clashing quite nicely with the stark white floor. Placing the empty gun on the newly painted floor, I walk over to the bleeding man, and crouch in front of him so I can look into his eyes.

"Good bye, I hope you enjoy your time in hell" And the light in his eyes went out, I grabbed a fist full of his dirty blond hair and dragged him to the door, opened it with Mr. Mohan's key card and left the prison cell I called home for about one and a half years.

I walked down the barren halls with confidence and joy, confident I would escape and the joy of being free. Humming a happy little tune I once heard come from A's beautiful lips, I effortlessly dragged Mr. Cullin's corpse behind me, giving the light brown tiles a rich red color. As I reach the end of the hallway, I notice a hatchet in an emergency case. Tossing the dead man in front of me, as I watch his body fly throw the air, I can't help but remember Mello cutting the strings of Near's puppets.

With a thud, his lifeless body landed harshly on the floor. Ignoring his carcass, I study the box searching for any alarm systems it might contain. To my pleasure, it had none, besides the attention the shattering glass might cause. Instead of using my own hands to smash it open, I decided to use Mr. Cullin's head to break open the case, hopefully embedding some the glass inside his head. Grabbing a fist full of his hair, I smashed his head into the glass face first, making his face look like modern art. The glass shattered in a flurry of sparkling pieces, landing on the smooth ground coated in the dead man's blood. Pausing to look at the stunning sight of the blood covered glass; I grab the hatchet with my left hand while dragging Mr. Cullins with the other and continue my walk down the long hallway, searching for an exit, planning to kill anyone who gets in the way of my… how should I call it… Ah yes, justice.

A grin, slowly but certainly, started to form on my scarred face, resulting in maniacal laughter that echoes through these desolate halls.

A few hours later

In the middle of the day, a black limo was driving down the busy roads of LA, heading towards an insane asylum that was recently breached the night before.

"L, why exactly are we in Los Angles?" Matsuda, a Japanese task force member asked for what would probably the 7th time that day.

The person whom the question was geared toward responded in his usual manner "Just last night, I was informed a mass murderer, whom I locked behind bars years ago, has escaped." 'And to see if the Kira killings stop in japan or pick up here in America, which, either way, would mean Light would be Kira'

"Oh…he he" Matsuda smiled nervously, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.

It was then that Soichiro Yagami spoke up "Aren't we supposed to be working on the Kira case?"

L simply said "We are still working on the case, because the murderer we're after committed crimes so horrible that Kira should have killed him by now, which I find rather unusual, don't you agree Light?"

Light's face was in a perfect mask for his true emotions, and stated "Yes, it is, maybe Kira did this to throw us off track, or even get us killed." 'Curse you L! You have cornered me yet again! No matter, Kira will win in the end, for L is no match for me.'

"Sir."

L looked up, "Yes Watari?

"We have arrived"

At those words, everyone looked outside the window to find a large dreary building, guarded by a large number of police officers. Getting out of the limo, the task force started to wonder what exactly happen. L walked up to one the guards, said something and the guards then let them through.

No one but L was really prepared for what they shall, and even then L looked slightly uneasy.

Before them was a dirt filled waste land teeming with the smell of death and decay, blood fresh staining the ground, the humid air making the smell more potent. There were 6 bodies, all mutilated into some sick art. Matsuda ran to the nearest trash can and rightfully throw up his lunch, and it looked like most of the other task members wanted to join him.

As L surveyed the ravaged land, he couldn't help but show a little of his normally hidden shock. He walked over to the bodies that were found, decapitated by what looked to be a hatchet. "What…happened here?" Then all of a sudden, he felt a faint breeze and a ghost of a whisper in his ear. Something that seemed to be on the border of truth and fantasy, laughter that sounded like it could have come from the mythical begin called a Shinigami.

"They have become corpses. They cannot answer. They are dead."

A/N: Extra-long chapter for you because I'm going away for a week and haven't gotten the chance to write the next chapter! BB breaking out of jail was SilverWingedRaven's idea. Thank you! I will be back as soon as possible, but until then review, leave ideas, and be awesome!