-Implied BB/L this chap-

7

BaBy You Cave Me

He whimpered and shook violently, still crying, still able to feel her all over him. He shuddered, shaking his pounding head. His bone dry mouth begged for something to drink. His stomach rumbled and growled with hunger.

But it was death he wanted most. He saw no other way for this to end.

Suddenly someone was touching him. He jumped, crying. He had no idea what was happening. And if he had, he might've not been so scared.

"You," Celect said, her arms around L's shoulders. "I should've known you'd show up sooner or later. "

Beyond stared at her, red eyes burning, hands and black sleeves stained with blood. "Give him to me," he snarled.

"Why should I?" She smiled, kissing his cheek. L whimpered. BB's eyes flicked to him, face falling in sadness.

"L," he breathed so softly even Celect didn't hear him. "Give him to me now or suffer the same fate as those bastards in the hall."

"How are you going to do that?" She giggled, her finger under L's quivering chin. A knife clicked open in the other. "You're all the way over there, and I'm right here." He said nothing. L was trying to get away from her, crying softly.

The killer's face quirked a fraction again before murderous eyes met hers. She grinned at him, the knife at the shaking boy's throat. L stopped squirming.

Beyond stared at her, his eyes hungry to see her blood spattered across the room. He could taste it.

"Don't touch him!" He barked. Without missing a beat, she sliced open a small gash. L yelped in pain, sobbing a little.

The very sight of him made BB's stomach turn in worry and heart-ache. His arms and wrists were covered in blood from the cuffs. The dirty cloth in his mouth was bloodstained from his cracked lips. He could tell from the raw skin that was peeking from underneath that the blindfold hadn't been removed in the five days he'd been there.

His body was bruised, bleeding, battered and weary. His feet and legs were mutilated. There was bruising on his hips, only making the bubbling hatred in his stomach worse. A hideous bite mark blared on his neck, staining his perfect skin yet again with blood. The headphones on his ears seemed to block out any and all sound. No wonder he was so scared. he didn't know there was someone there trying to help him.

"Don't do that again," he warned. She giggled, ducking further behind L's birdlike shoulders, using him as a shield.

"Or what?" She challenged. "You'll try to get to him before I kill him?" She shook her head, popping a sucker into her mouth. "I didn't think so. You should've heard this poor baby crying. 'Please, no. Don't do that. Let me go. Please, please, please, let me go. Don't touch me there, please!'" she grinned, mocking him. "In fact, I think you should hear it for yourself."

She took the rag from the poor boy's mouth and licked me his face.

BB's stomach turned again as he watched.

"Uhun! No!" He cried so hoarsely. "D-don't do that, please!" She grinned, kissing his cheek and shoving her tongue in his ear.

"No! No, please, not again, please! Don't do that, I'm begging you!" She tied the cloth back in his mouth, stifling his whimpers.

Beyond was seething, teeth grinding so hard he cut the inside of his lips.

He wanted to take L away from here. He wanted to get him safe and warm. He wanted to get him away from this psychotic bitch.

"What have you done?" He breathed.

"Everything you wish you could do," she grinned.

"I would never hurt him."

"Because you're a coward," she taunted.

"No," he shook his head, smiling himself. "No, I'm not. I'm not a pathetic little girl like you." He watched anger flash through her eyes.

"Pathetic?"

"Yes. You're still the same whiny brat that was at the Whammy House. Always complaining that she never had a chance. Never good enough to play with the big boys."

"But look what I've done!" She bellowed, holding a fistful of L's hair, brandishing him toward the killer. "I've made the world's greatest detective beg for mercy.

"Because you didn't play fair. This wasn't a battle of wits, this was you getting off on his pain. It wasn't a fair fight. You've won nothing.

"I'm-"

BB acted quickly, throwing a blade withdrawn from his coat, striking her right in the joint of her shoulder. The force of it threw her back into the wall, the blade sticking into the concrete. He threw another that stuck into her raised hand, the extreme velocity leaving it pinned as well, all of this before she could even scream. And boy did she scream. It was a high pitched, ear piercing sound. BB laughed manically, the sound just as horrible. He shut his eyes for a moment, relishing her shrieks.

He went to L a moment later, who still had no clue as to what was happening.

He eased the headphones from his ears and the gag from his lips.

"Please-" It was all he could choke out before coughing. B watched his face twist in confusion at the racket Celect was making.

"Shh," BB soothed, gently touching his cheek. "I'm going to get you out of here and far, far away from her, alright?" L didn't answer. He shook in fear, sniffling.

BB stood, gag in hand.

Celect snarled at him when he came toward her. "Don't you fucking touch me or I swear to God I'll-" He shoved the cloth in her mouth.

"Shut up, whore."

He gently took L's hands down from the cuffs, taking away the straps as well before carefully lifting him into his arms. L squirmed weakly, still scared.

"Stop," BB said firmly, squeezing him a little tighter to keep him from falling. "You're going to hurt yourself."

"Please," L choked. "L-let me see. Pl-please." B shook his head.

"This light will hurt you eyes," he said gently, walking toward the far corner of the room right next to the door.

"Please."

"Shh…" BB gently set him down, reaching through the open doorway and retrieving the blanket he'd brought with him. He wrapped it tightly around him combing his hair out of his eyes almost tenderly. "I'll be right back. Just one moment, alright?"

He went back to Celect looking vicious.

"How about we play a game?" He jabbed a syringe into her neck, twisting the knife in her hand. "An unfair one." She screamed and spat wordlessly into the cloth before her eyes drooped, muscles relaxing against her will, but she would not pass out.

He took the knives away, letting her fall before grabbing her by her hair and dragging her toward the chair. He slammed her down, cuffing her hands tight enough to make the metal pinch her skin and make it bleed. He tightened the straps on her legs the same way. He tore a strip from her skirt, tying it roughly around her eyes. She grunted and moaned. He laughed at her.

"I'm going to leave you here," he hissed, mouth next to her ear. "I might come back to kill you. I might let you starve. I guess you'll have to find out." He put the headphones over her ears.

He walked away smiling broadly, eyes glinting with malice. It disappeared when he turned his attention back to L, lifting him into his arms again. Judging the state his legs and feet he wouldn't have been able to stand on his own, and BB didn't want him to have to suffer anymore. L whimpered again.

"Shh, I won't hurt you, L. I'm not going to hurt you." Supporting L's weight was nothing to the psychopath. He was so light, so fragile. It scared him. He squirmed again, heart fluttering.

L knew who he was. He knew who was holding him. And that was why he was so scared. He was supposed to be in jail…

"Ow, ow…" He still couldn't think. He tried wriggling out of his grip again.

"Stop that," BB ordered, his voice still gentle. "I don't want to drop you. And you can't walk. Just be still."

"I w-want to see," he trembled. "P-please, I-"

"Shh, I know, I know you do, shh. I don't want you to hurt your eyes. The light will be too much. I'll take it off soon, don't worry. Shh…"

They were outside now. L could feel it. He couldn't feel the sun, and the air around him was cold. He shivered. Beyond squeezed him closer, making it much harder not to succumb to the warmth he offered. But he had no strength to fight it.

He heard the sound of a car and a door opening. B let the cab door fall open, carefully putting L inside and sliding in next to him.

He leaned forward, holding a hundred out to the cabbie. "There'll be three more of these in it for you if you ask no questions and drive to this address." The cabbie nodded, taking the money and the card where the address was scrawled from him and pulled away from the curb.

L was still terrified. He didn't know what B was going to do to him, or if he was going to do anything at all. It was anticipation all over again.

"It'll be alright, L," he said softly, tucking him close to him. "Shh, it'll be alright. I know you don't trust me, but I won't hurt you. If I wanted to I would have already, wouldn't I? I had the chance back there to do so. But I don't want to hurt you. Shh…"

L was too exhausted, too tired, too sick, too wounded to worry about his own safety. He relaxed, resting his weary mind against him. B held him close, tightening the blanket around him.

He smiled, absently stroking L's forehead to soothe him. The monster had won his treasure.

-L TLC next chap!-