From
dehumanization to arms production,
For the benefit of the nation
or its destruction
Power is power, the law of the land,
Those
living for death will die by their own hand...
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Annihilation ; A Perfect
Circle
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"The Special Provision for Kira hasn't been a problem for me whatsoever. They apear to be distracted by something else, since they haven't even suspected that I was the one who killed the last two people who were brought to their attention. The first person was killed by mere drug overdose, while I made the second victim only too obvious- I removed his vocal cord, and on the hollow of his throat I put my initials. The SPK isn't stupid, they should be able to realize by now that Anna Buvich and Aaron Billar were killed by me."
Beyond, after explaining the events to himself thoughtfully, put his thumb to the top of his lip, his blood-colored gaze fixed on the worn wall in front of him. He sat calmly in one of the seats in the church, waiting for the other man to arrive, and also thinking to himself. He intends to slaughter as many people in Las Angles with the initials 'AB' before moving on to 'DC'. He has no idea why he's going in this specific order, for he doesn't care who he kills- he just wants to test L's successors, that's all.
Soon, the heavy wooden doors behind him slowly swing open, revealing a tall young man whose eyes seem to glow with nearly the same intensity as Beyond's do. Beyond Birthday doesn't move, however, he doesn't even glance over at him. He just sits there, and waits for the other man to step forward and in front of him. Silently, the cloaked being does what BB wants him to do, and goes over to the dark-haired man's side.
"Greetings," Beyond nods to him solemnly, getting to his feet. They would both be the same height in reality, but because of the murderer's permanent hunch, he was a few inches shorter. The man shuddered- he hated how much Beyond Birthday resembled L. The man remained silent, so he continued.
"I would like you to assist me with something," he admitted, using his hand that he once held at his lip to sheild his black orbs of eyes from the sun that filtered in from the muliticolored glass, which were the windows of the large church, "I want you to somehow get a hold of the personal information about each member of the SPK. Kill them all- except for one girl, whose name is Alexis Bromell. I want her brought to me immediantly- this all might take awhile, considering the fact that before I asked you to do this, you were already trying to murder the members of the SPK, and now that I've added one more task to that, it'll be more difficult. But you can handle that, can't you, Kira?"
Ignoring the faint sensation of annoyance, he nods, "I can, actually. That won't be a problem whatsoever- not only are some of their names available to me on the internet-"
"Wait right there," Beyond interrupts, running his tongue along the edges of his lips, "No, I don't want you to kill them using the Death Note. I want you to get your hands dirty for once- kill them like I do, in a way that'll leave them clueless. I don't care what you use, either- a knife, a gun, some sword you steal from the local museum, I honestly don't care. Just don't you dare get caught. Understand?"
He was now beginning to feel a bit uneasy. He was used to killing people quickly, naturally, by doing nothing but writing their name down in a notebook. He was never there to watch them die, either, most of the time. He wasn't in a posistion to decline Beyond's request, either. Casting a wary glance at the young serial killer, the teen finally emitted a soft sigh, "Understood."
Beyond smiles, which is no doubt creepy in it's own way. "Thank you, I appreciate your help to the outmost. However, just keep this in mind," the maniac's smile soon morphs into a dark grin, and he removes several small silver things from his jean pockets that look like elongated thumbtacks. The man blinks warily and takes a slight step back. Beyond blinks slowly at him.
"No need to be so cautious," B whispers, in such a quiet tone the young man can barely understand him, "I won't harm you yet," he looks even more discouraged and wary as he emphasizes the word 'yet'. "Actually, I don't plan on doing anything to you as long as you do as your told, and you do it right. If something happens and your responsible, just remember that I'll track you down and turn you into some guy's leather outfit. I don't have a problem with skinning at all." His sick grin returns, and the so-called Kira suddenly feels like he just might be sick.
Then he wordlessly leaves the dark church, leaving behind the serial killer who has threated him so deeply, the only thing on his mind now is how he'll manage to use his hands to kill off every member of the SPK.
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"It's fine, no one spotted us, and she didn't get a glimpse at me either. Just make sure no one finds out about this yet, alright? Especially not Mr. Albino-fuck himself."
That voice. Slightly accented, distinctly sharp, and youthful. Holding back a moan, she lifted her head, which now felt extremely heavy, and ached terribly. Her brows furrowed as she felt the stiffness of dried blood on the side of her neck.
"Shit," she whispered, maneuvering around the floor blindly. She was blindfolded, though with her gaze fixed on the floor beneath her, she could faintly see everything. She bolted forward, and felt herself slide underneath a table. Then she heard footsteps. Next she saw the sides of a pair of leather boots.
"Well, well." It was that voice again, the one she remembered from the night of her attack, "Look who finally woke up and is desperately trying to find her way out of here." His voice was clearly mocking, and this angered her.
"You bast-" she cut off, cursing muffledly as a hand blocked her mouth and she was jerked to her feet roughly. The hand smelled strongly of cigarettes, and although she really didn't want to put her mouth anywhere, she bit down on the man's fingers. Letting out a yell, he dropped her harshly on the floor. Atleast he let her go.
"The bitch bit me!" he cried, this voice now different, though it was clearly a young teenager. She heard the other young man snicker coldly, and heard the heels of his boots click across the cement floor as he walked over to her.
"No cowering, no crying, no pleading," he muttered thoughtfully, standing over the dark-haired girl. He bent down and grabbed her harshly by her arm, jerking her down onto the couch. The moment she hit the worn piece of furniture, the man pinned her down. All she could smell now was the strong stench of chocolate. Better than cigarettes, she supposed.
"Look," he growled, still keeping a firm grip on her. Finally, Alex winced slightly, pushing against the back of the couch to get further away from the violent teen. The blindfold was removed abrubtly, and she looked up to see a blonde-haired teenager looming over her, his bright azure gaze fixed on her. Behind him, stood a redheaded teenager, and behind him, a very older man with dark eyes and a black suit.
"I'm not going to hurt you unless it's neccasary," the blonde continued, his hair falling down into his burning gaze, "For example, you don't cooperate and do what I ask of you. Sounds fair? It does to me. Now, your name is Alex, am I correct?"
All she could do was stare at him, her frosty blue eyes wide. The musculer teen raised an eyebrow at her irritably, his fingers digging into her arm. Alex flinched away and tried to wrench her arm out of his grip. Didn't work whatsoever.
"Yes," she hissed, trying to sound more brave than she actually was at the moment. Who were they? Were they going to hurt her? Kill her?
"You work with Near and the SPK, right? And you are also currently trying to investigate the murderer who killed L? Or, even though you are staying in that building at the moment, are you something else? FBI member? Forensic Investigator?" the blonde shot each question continously after the last one, his gaze fixed intently on her.
"Why do you..-"
"Shut up and answer the damn question!" snapped his redheaded companion, growing impatient as time flew by. Alex shifted in the blonde's grip to glare at him, but the older boy jerked her forward, trying to force her response out of her.
"No!" she snapped at him, ripping her arm out of his hand, "Look, I'm just a former member of the FBI. What do you want from me? Who the hell are you?" she scrambled backwards slightly, "I've answered your questions, it's time you answered mine!"
The blond smirked and finally stepped away from her, crossing his arms across his chest. "Relax, girl. I won't hurt you unless I have to- but I'll be fair and let you know who I am, and why you are now in my possession."
"I am Mello," he began, before motioning towards his slightly younger companion, "And this is-"
"MATT!" she snarled, jerking her head up. She glanced back and forth from Mello to Matt, her blue eyes blazing, "You're Mello!? The person who refuses to work with Near?" Mello curled his lip at her when she mentioned the pale-skinned boy, but before he could say anything, she turned to Matt, "And you! We knew you weren't going to come back to our HQ!"
The redhead yawned, leaning back in the chair he now sat in. A thick cloud of smoke danced around his head from his lit cigarette, "Near's perfect though, right? He doesn't need my help."
"That isn't true," Alexis growled, crossing her legs underneath her. The two older boys exchanged glances, but she continued on, "Near needs all the help he can get right now. Intelligence is nothing at this point- he has both Kira and the suspect for the Beyond killings on his ass, ready to slit his damn throat!"
"Kira uses a Death Note to kill people, not slit their throat."
"Whatever! You know what I mean!"
Mello scoffed and turned away, facing the doorway. The two men who stood there glanced at him briefly, and although their faces weren't in his direction, their eyes stayed locked on the blonde. Mello jerked his thin shoulders at them, and with a grunt, both of the older men left the room, leaving the three teenagers on their own.
"So..." Alex began warily, "Where exactly am I?"
"You, sweetheart, are in the Mafia Hideout," Mello sneers, sitting down on a wooden chair and crossing one of his legs over the other. He pulls out a chocolate bar and bites down on it silently, snapping off a piece. Matt, meanwhile, puts out his cigarette and adjusts his goggles. Alex feels her heart lurch- Mafia Hideout?
Finally, the Mafia Boss rises to his feet, lifting up the hood of his fur-lined hood over the back of his head. Alexis keeps a close eye on both of them, not exactly in the most trusting mood.
"I need to go out somewhere," Mello said simply, turning towards the door. "Stay here, Matt, with the girl. I'll be back soon." His hand slipped into his pocket, only to pull back out quickly. The blonde turned to face his companion, eyes narrowed, "On second thought, your going out too. I'll get Rod and Jose to guard the girl, you go out and buy me some chocolate. As ridiculously expensive as possible, please."
Then, he leaves.
And Alexis, keeping her mouth shut, still didn't get the answers she was looking for.
(A/N: I didn't get a chance to edit or go over Grammar in this chapter, I just submitted it nearly right away, I finished it late at night, just wanted to get to bed, so put it on here and, well, went to bed. This chapter was fun to write for some strange reason, XD)
