It was always great fun to piss him off.
Always.
I would get a kick out of watching him struggle against the constricting rope chains which bound him to the chair after his first Houdini trick.
When he gave up, he stated that I had the potential to be a serial killer. I found this rather ironic as it contradicts what I do, in which I'm given serial killers and hopefully turning them around into a state of what we consider normality. But then again, I guess it would take one to know one.
However, I suppose I had too much fun in pissing him off as one day he had managed to steal a bobby pin from the front desk of the hospital and picked the lock of his chains with it, thusly Houdini Act Two.
That wasn't much fun and resulted in his needing to be sedated and cutting the session short. That lovely day ended with a drugged and knocked out Beyond Birthday and a very, very bummed out Nannie Haliburton.
I was expecting the usual punishment the next day, but he never showed up.
He was absent for a week before I mustered up the courage to ask just where the hell he was.
No one seemed to really know which was rather irritating.
Weeks passed and still no one knew.
He never did come back for his sessions, however, that wasn't the last time I saw him.
However, back to what I'm supposed to be telling…
Bellatrix Gingras was a Representative for the British Association of Social Workers, or the BASW for short.
She had been sent to the orphanage after news of A's suicide leaked. Luckily for Wammy, however, that nothing was mentioned to the press.
"I noticed the helicopter on the roof of the building while on the way here, Mr. Ruvie…"
"That seems rather hard to believe, Ms. Gingras, considering just how many stories to this building there are…" Roger grinned wearily.
"The helicopter is indeed very large, Mr. Ruvie," Bellatrix replied curtly.
"…Yes, indeed it is, Ms. Gingras," he sighed.
It was rather obvious that the social worker had been there before, doing an investigation of sorts either when the lights in the building had been turned out, or when any supervision had been out at the time. The latter surely wouldn't have done any good for Wammy's House, but what Bellatrix had done could have in turn been trespassing. Perhaps with her death, it was never reported.
"What reason could an orphanage possibly possess to need a helicopter?"
"A friend of Wammy's asked for its repair; it has been malfunctioning, Ms. Gingras."
Half of that was a lie. The helicopter did in fact belong to the orphanage, L specifically, but he was true in that it was malfunctioning. Beyond had said the rotary blades would start on their own sporadically, but it never did lift itself of the ground.
"However, I believe the helicopter is not the reason you are here right now, is it, Ms. Gingras?"
"Why, no it isn't," she forced a professional smile.
The two stared at each other in the same forced pleasant expression for a moment before turning about face and started towards the stairs after Roger had redundantly offered a tour.
Not wanting to be caught on the stairs, Beyond quickly climbed over the railing and soundlessly dropped off, landing gracefully on the floor behind a couch and remained unnoticed. (Personally, I found this hard to believe. More than likely him just trying to impress who the Hell knows whom and failed miserably. Beyond is anything but graceful, and honestly do believe he was either caught or just cowered back up the stairs. However, this is his story and it shall be told how he sees fit, no matter how ridiculous.)
Bellatrix followed Roger throughout the orphanage until they reached his office, where she then said she could carry out the rest on her own.
Beyond had followed the social worker the whole while, and would quickly duck to hide whenever she paused to glance behind her at his presence.
Finally after ten minutes of this process, Bellatrix had arrived at the roof. She frowned distastefully at the helicopter, which currently remained still. As she crossed the roof towards the edge where she contemplated A had thrown herself over, Beyond silently slipped through the heavy door and remained there, watching Bellatrix.
Bellatrix felt dizzy after glancing down at the ground over the side of the roof and shook her head, frowning again as she scribbled notes down on a pad. She then turned back towards the helicopter and started for it.
Beyond frowned, predicting the inevitable, and quickly started towards her. "Gingras…" he called uncertainly once he was a few feet behind her.
She jumped and spun around, staring down at him with wide eyes. Bellatrix was then filled with inexplicable fear and dread of the boy staring up at her in mock concern, unaware that she was now backing away from him.
His eyes grew wide and he threw out his hand towards her in a possible attempt to snatch her wrist. "Wait…!" he yelled.
"W-who…" she started, but was then cut off as she tripped over a risen pipe and back into the now rotating tail blades of the helicopter of which Beyond had tried to warn her of.
In a matter of seconds, there was nothing left of Bellatrix Gingras but the blood that had splattered everywhere. A considerable amount had sprayed Beyond's entire front side, which would possibly have been traumatizing for any young child at his age. But apparently Beyond was too pissed that his experiment had once again failed to even notice he was drenched in blood. Seething, he turned and stalked back inside, dripping crimson behind him as he went.
He trailed down the hall silently, aiming back for his room when he was interrupted. "B…" Roger said quietly behind him. Beyond froze.
"What is that you're covered in?"
Beyond said nothing. How could he? He couldn't admit to his special seeing eyes, that would ruin everything!
"B…" Roger said again, his patience growing thin. And with that, Beyond took off running.
Which turned out to be…
A very, very stupid stunt.
It made him look guilty for Bellatrix's death, which surprisingly was never looked into outside of the orphanage.
Beyond was caught by two men he'd never once seen before before he could reach his room, and the two carried him off to a much smaller room where he would be kept until he talked. He never did.
What else was done to him in order to get him to speak he refused to go into. And in all of the sessions I had with him, that was all he was able to tell me.
The last time I saw him was at court. I was only there to give the statement that would decide whether or not Beyond would stay in jail for the remainder of his sentence.
That statement, much to my surprise, had set him free of both a mental hospital and jail. It was declared that he would be liberated under the one condition that he was under close supervision twenty-four/seven.
At this, I couldn't help but jump up from the bench with a cheer, expecting everyone to do the same as they always did in those blockbuster films. However, I was the only one in the audience section of the courtroom, and everyone turned to look at me incredulously save for Beyond, who remained slumped over in his chair, staring blankly at the ground.
I felt my face heat up instantly and I uttered and apology before taking a seat again.
The judge continued to stare for a moment before shaking his head and drew an inward sigh as he banged the mallet, dismissing court.
Those same two guards grabbed Beyond by the elbows and lifted him from the chair and led him towards the doors. I had quickly slipped away from the benches to meet them at the doors. No words were exchanged when I latched my arms around his waist, smiling broadly at the notion that he would actually get out like I had hoped he would. My thoughts at that time were that I would have gladly offered to be that twenty-four/seven supervision, and how much against regulations it was to grow so attached to a patient, especially in my field of psychiatry.
He bowed his head then and whispered his thanks low enough so that only I would hear. With a single nod, I let go and took a step back, watching then as they led him through the door.
On January 21, 2004, the day before he was scheduled to be set free, Beyond Birthday died mysteriously of a heart attack. And on his cell wall, four letters were etched in.
LABB.
L. A. B. B.
L After Beyond Birthday.