Chapter 7
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"What do you mean 'Beyond is gone'?" An angry L shouted, no, more like 'erupted'. Bursting up from his chair and walking towards the older man.
"I'm sorry, L. But the institution can't find him anywhere throughout the whole building." Watari said, calmly.
"That's absurd! Beyond cannot simply disappear out of thin air!" L growled, "SOMEONE helped him out. I'm very much positive of that!"
Yes, that must be it. But... another question remains unsolved. Who? Why? For what purpose? Obviously, no one, other than himself, had visited Beyond in the past week or so. So this is pretty edgy, even for him. He had also been informed that the cameras from the institution have been disable at the exact same time and froze for about 15 minutes and 26 seconds. Exact. So this must've been planned from the very start. But, as he had stated before, nobody has visited the murderer except for him, and that was about four days ago. Then... How did he... escape?
"Watari..." L said, "Access the institution's computer and give me a full list of every single employee who works in the building. And a full list of every nurse or doctor who had quit or had interest on Beyond in the last two months." L said, walking back to his laptop and typing away with his right hand while rubbing the back of his neck with his left hand.
Watari nodded, "As you wish. Anything else?" he said.
L shook his head, "Just bring me a new piece of cake. That will be all."
L stared at Watari walk out the door before he sighed heavily and rubbed his temple angrily.
"Where are you, Beyond?" He whispered to no one in particular.
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Beyond shuddered. He had never thought that he would find him. In fact, that thought never crossed his mind! He just appeared out of thin air! Just like that! He didn't even know how the hell he got through the guards, nurses, officers, and doctors! This was all very rare, even to him. But his mind was mainly focusing on something else, something even more important: Will he ever be found? Rescued? Will L even waste part of his time... searching for him? Or will he just shrug it off and continue his other pointless cases from all over the world? No. L would never do that. Will he? Is he that emotionless? What if he was? What was left for him now?
Beyond was soon interrupted by his thoughts when a low, yet evil chuckle was heard from across the room. No- Basement. Or whatever this room was. Wait- was it even a room? Or basement? Was this a warehouse stashed away some place abandoned and far away from other people?
"Awww, what's the metter, son?"
Beyond shot his head up, staring deep into cold emerald green eyes. He shivered, he was a little TOO close for his liking.
"I-I... I Ahh..." Beyond stammered. He felt so small... so... helpless... so... weak. It was his childhood all over again, and he couldn't do a darn thing about it. Not now, anyways.
His father grit his white teeth and pulled on his black locks so his face was just millimeters away from his own.
"What did I tell you about stammering?" he shouted.
The murderer could smell cigarettes and liquor in the man's breath as he spoke.
Beyond batted his red eyes, "N-Not to do... it, sir." he managed to choke out, shaking violently. He hated feeling this way. He despised it deeply!
"Correct! And what did you just do?" he seethed, growling angrily.
"I-I.. I stammered while speaking... to you." Beyond whispered, his bottom lip trembling. He was scared, he can tell you that. He was scared of this man.
Alex Birthday.
The man pulled harder on his hair, in which Beyond responded to quickly by letting small groans of pain escape his mouth.
"What the hell happened to you hair, Beyond?" Alex asked, a little too soft and kind. As if, he was speaking to him in a loving way. It sent shivers down the red-eyed man's spine.
"...I dyed... it." he whispered, closing his eyes tightly as his father gripped his hair tighter. He could feel a line of blood trickle down his forehead.
"And WHY did you dye it? Didn't you LIKE your blond hair?" he shouted, fuming angrily.
Beyond closed his eyes tighter, letting a tear escape his crimson eyes.
"I... I didn't like it!" Beyond choke out, letting out a couple sobs.
"And why the hell not? Do you HATE looking like me?" Alex growled, shaking his head by his locks to get him to look into his eyes.
Beyond didn't answer. He knew that if he said yes, he would simply get angrier and hurt him even more.
"Well? Aren't you going to answer me?" his father shouted, pulling him closer.
"Yes! Yes! Yes, okay? I didn't want to look like you!" Beyond cried out.
Alex seethed through his teeth before he threw Beyond down on the floor and straddling him.
Beyond's head hit the cement floor, rather harshly, giving him a blurry vision.
As Beyond's vision recovered, he took note that Jerome was angrily working at his belt, loosening it up and throwing it across the room and reaching towards Beyond's Jeans.
That's where the tears began to fall uncontrollably.
AN: HMMM. SOMEONE GON' GET RAPED TODAY. :I
