January 24th

Feeling a bit like an insomniac, Beyond decided that rather than sleep the day away he would go out on the town. Today's goal was to find a few targets, as well was some new clothes. He figured that if the purchases were small, no one would suspect anything. And besides, if he made someone else buy clothes for him, they'd probably get the wrong pant size.

There was a small mall fairly close to the hotel, so he walked the distance. Beyond had never really put much effort into dressing or appearances, usually preferring a simple ensemble that was easy and quick to put together. He didn't necessarily lack fashion sense, he just didn't really care what he wore. But for some reason, today Beyond decided that it might be nice to change his style. It would both provide cover and intimidation.

People judge with their eyes first. So I'll give them something to look at hahaha...

By the end of the day, he had bought several pairs of jeans and a few t-shirts and long sleeves. In addition, he had found a long coat and a pair of decidedly menacing knee high boots covered in buckles. Everything he had purchased was black. Normally Beyond preferred lighter colors, especially when he was making a kill because he liked staining his clothes with blood, but something in him wanted to take a darker approach to his wardrobe.

As cliched as it sounded, black was a mysterious color. When he thought of black, he thought of the forced sleep anesthesia produces. He thought of the darkness of death. People were intimidated by the color, or lack thereof, and it seemed appropriate for him. Symbolism aside, it made him look like a badass

Hm, I may as well go all out with this Goth look. Maybe some jewelery, dark eye makeup...Truth be told, I will look more suspicious, but that's the beauty of it! I'm so obvious no one will suspect me!

On his way back to the crappy hotel, his stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten since yesterday.

"Oh, right, I forgot! In this day and age, most people eat three meals a day. How does an old favorite sound? Wonderful wonderful wonderful!" Beyond was of course referring to strawberry jam, something he hadn't been able to enjoy for nearly two years.

A rather tall man dressed in all black purchasing nine jars of jam hardly goes unnoticed. Luckily, no one approached Beyond directly, instead only giving him questioning and slightly disturbed looks. He relished the attention.

Purchasing his sweets, he strode out of the grocery store, plastic bag in one hand and open jar in the other.

"Mmm, sweet sweet sweet strawberry." As he ate he hummed the familiar Beatles tune "Strawberry Fields Forever", all the way back to the hotel.

Upon entering his current 'domain', Beyond dropped the bag and empty jam jar, fell on top of the bed and passed out from exhaustion. Some sleep would do him good.

January 25th

10:35 am

A crashing sound came from the kitchen. Upon hearing this, a woman in her mid thirties slowly walked over to the source of the sound, clutching a large book in hand as a weapon. She opened the door and peered inside, seeing a broken window and some scattered dishes. No sign of an intruder. She relaxed visibly, figuring one of the neighborhood kids must have broken the window with a stone or something. As she was about to bend down and pick up some large pieces of glass, a hand clasped her mouth, holding her in place and breathing heavily down her neck.

"This area of town tends to be a little shady. You should remember to lock your door, especially when you're home alone. Who knows what kind of people could get in..." Beyond held out his ill-gotten crowbar for her to see.

"Now, I have a few requests for you. Nay, not requests, demands. Assume that if you do not do as I say I will kill both you and your entire family. Your husband and those two darling children of yours...What are their names, Brandon and Shelby, isn't it? Yes, that's it." The woman squirmed and let out a small whimper.

"I have a list of items and materials I want you to purchase. Don't question why, just buy them. Use this credit card for the starred items, and your own money for everything else. I will be back in exactly six hours, and if you do not have everything on the list your family is as good as dead. Do not call for help from anyone. Tell no one of this. Make sure no one is around when I return. Got it?"

She nodded and Beyond slipped a piece of paper and the credit card into her shaking hand. He then removed his hand from her mouth and stepped back. When she turned around, he was gone. The list in her hand was handwritten on stiff white paper and contained the following items:

*MacBook laptop

*adapter for the charger

*The following: bowie knife, boning knife, scalpels (3)

*any knife sharpener

plain stationary

jewelery: genuine silver cross necklace

10 meters of electrical cabling

Beyond departed the apartment with an evil smirk on his face. He knew she'd comply with his demands.

Way too easy. She's a simple minded housewife who cares only for her family. Of course she'd want to protect them. Those with ties tend to be the easiest to manipulate. The quickest to obey. Because they have everything to lose if they don't.

He laughed as climbed into his truck and drove off.

4:50 pm

Everything. She managed to find everything in the time I gave her. Impressive.

A tote bag containing all his requested items sat in the secret compartment beneath the back seat. Each item had a specific purpose and would soon be put to good use. The computer he was most happy about, and would likely be the most important tool at his disposal.

First, I'll need to reroute the IP address. That way anything I do can't be easily tracked. I'll also need to set up a series of passwords to prevent anyone from breaking in. Simple enough.

The adapter was for when he'd be in Japan, as the outlets were different than in the US. The knives, obviously, for various 'endeavors'. He had a longer list, but at the moment what he had would do. Once Beyond got to Japan he'd purchase everything else necessary.

Hanging from his neck was the cross necklace, as part of his new outfit. It carried no symbolism or meaning to him and was merely a fashion statement. An ornate and rather large fashion statement.

Electrical cabling and stationary were part of his final plan while here in L.A., something he would be carrying out very, very soon.

The woman who Beyond had threatened had sighed in relief when he'd taken the supplies from her. As though she believed she was completely safe now.

No, you're my pawn, and your most important role has yet to be fulfilled. Be patient, all in good time. Huh, now that I think about it I didn't pay attention to whatever your name is. Oh well, doesn't matter.

9:00 pm

Beyond was laughing violently at a video he was watching online. Some comedian he'd never heard of describing what was probably the shittiest job someone could possibly have. Working the Burger King drive thru.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA HOLY SHIT I CAN'T BREATHE! HAHAHAHAHAHA..."

This went on for the next six hours until Beyond decided it might be a good idea to take a break and go to sleep.

January 26th

"This is boring!"

With not much to do, the raven haired killer was surfing the internet yet again. This time he had looked up several porn websites, just for the hell of it.

"Who the hell would get turned on by this shit? It's so stupid!" The current scene he was viewing was some guy boning a chick he'd duct taped to the floor.

"I don't get it...I just don't get it...Wait, how the hell is he going to remove the tape? Is it on her skin? Ouch haha. I'd watch a video of THAT hahahahahahaha..."

January 27th

A white truck pulled into the parking lot at exactly 4:00 pm. Beyond stepped out with a grin on his face.

And now for a grand show.

There was a group of gangster-looking guys leaning against a few cars. Noticing Beyond, they nodded and walked to meet him.

"Hey, you ain't BB!"

"Haha, well, on the contrary I actually am, though probably not the one you were expecting. I'm here to finish Bailey's job." He removed the bag of cocaine from his coat and held it out for all to see. One of the guys got nervous and yelled at him.

"Yo dude! Don't show that shit in public man! That much coke would get us in huge trouble!"

"Oh? Well indeed I suppose it would." He put the baggie back in his coat.

The 'leader' guy stepped forward and eyed Beyond suspiciously.

"That's not all the coke Bailey promised us."

"I'm aware of that, that's why I'm willing to make you a special deal." Leader-guy, who happened to be named Diego Desaparece, folded his arms, trying to look intimidating. The man was at least six inches shorter than Beyond, so it made for an interesting spectacle.

"Huh. Well if your deal is good we might take it. If not you'll have to snort that shit yourself." He and his gang laughed at the pathetically attempted joke.

My God you're all so stupid.

"My offer is simple. I'm not asking for money."

"Ohhhh, you want information, is that it?"

"Yes." What else could I possibly want?

"Uh, well, ok, what are you looking for?"

"You have until midnight tonight. Find me any information you can regarding the person who goes by the name Dawn Summers and I'll give you what you came for."


See? I promise, I deliver. As I said I would, the chapter is out quickly for your pleasure and entertainment.

Am I the only one actually reading this? I feel like I'm talking to myself. Does anyone even look at my crazy rambling notes or do they do the smart thing and skip ahead to the next chapter? Ah, well.

The only real purpose I had for writing this is just to get Beyond out of whatever he was wearing and into some badass clothes. I feel inspired! Maybe I'll draw a picture of him as he is supposed to appear :D Oh, and the last line BB speaks was also the reason for this chapter. I hope I didn't bore you with this...

Next chapter, chapter 9, will appropriately be awesome and intense. It's a 9, after all, it has to be epic! (those who haven't read Ch. 5 won't know what the hell I'm talking about...though if they haven't read that chapter I don't know what the hell they're doing reading the chapters after...) The chapter will likely be a nice fatty chapter, so it may take a while to write (like up to 3 weeks...ok, maybe just 2). There will be revealing of plans, a new character, and death. Lots and lots of deeeeeaaaaaaath. It's what I live for.

OMG fuck I have a bloody nose! No really, it's driving me crazy. I can't breathe out my left nostril and the other is pouring blood so I have tissue crammed up it. I have to breathe through my mouth THIS IS RETARDED. *very unhappy face*

Hey look at that! It's been a month since I started this story! :D

Oh. Right.

You know the drill; Review and bla bla bla...yeah.

C. Vincenti