Warning: Contains blood and mentions of rape. Proceed with caution.
You're sitting in a corner
Wondering what you got into...
As he sunk into the gray leather seat that he sat perched upon, Near's hand traced his shoulder, flinching slightly everytime his hand brushed the slowly healing bite mark. Ever since Mello had marked him, the "seal of ownership" as Mello called it, started to bruise, a horrible purple surrounding the scruffy puncture marks. The albino slumped, elbow resting on the arm rest beside him as he stared distantly out of the airplane window, watching as fluffy white clouds passed, every moment he spent looking repeatedly reminding him how far away from home he was...
Near felt a shiver run down his spine, as the feeling of being bitten resonated through his mind, the entire scene plaing out in his head on an endless loop. He could still remember the piercing sting as his skin was penetrated by the blonde boys razor teeth; the wooziness he felt as a seemingly limitless supply of blood leaked from his body;the sinking feeling in his gut as he saw his own crimson blood smeared around Mello's mouth, as he stared hungrily... It reminded him too much of-
Shaking his head, Near banished the reminising memories, not wanting to relive them in the slightest. Not now, not ever.
"Near, do you need anything?" Watari asked kindly, coming from his previous position in the flight attendants department (Watari had a nack for telling people how to do their jobs properly, as he would only take the best. Which was exactly the reason Near was on this private jet in the first place!) Looking up from his mindless staring, Near's charcoal black eyes pondered the thought for a moment, before taking a strand of his hair and twiddling it around his finger thoughtfully.
"Some chocolate, if I could." Near mumbled, as Watari promptly raised an eyebrow at the boys strange request. Since when had the boy ever had a sweet tooth? Not bothering to pry, as he knew that would only cause him greater confusion, the elderly man nodded, attempting to figure out why on earth Near would ask for something so sugary. Then again, Near's tastes seemed to change like the weather, but still. And that's when Watari broke a smile. There was only one other lad at Wammy's that had such an interest in chocolate.
After retrieving the foil covered treat, Watari passed the bar over to Near, amused at his findings. Near managed to notice the budding smirk on Watari's face, and questioned it. "What has Watari so happy?" He asked, inspecting the situation thoroughly. Nothing Near had done had caused this, unless... Of course, Near reminded himself, what kind of assistant for L would Watari be if he didn't question and look further into everything. So Watari knew Near's ulterior motive for asking for chocolate.
It reminded him of who Near refered to as Nice Mello. The boy he grew to have an interest in. However, the boy last night was not NM. The boy who marked him was Beyond Mello. Or at least, that's what Near wanted to believe. And trust it, he truly wanted that to be the case.
"Missing Mello?" Watari asked, not bothering to beat around the bush and avoid asking the question. Holding in a complete revealing of his true feelings, Near took a slight deep breath, before replying with a simple, "No." The boys stubborness reminded Watari of a childish kid, except the whitette wasn't pouting, nor snapping back. He was merely sticking by his opinion strongly, but as though he was his age, but not a succesor for L. He was just a normal kid, something he was never allowed to be. Chuckling, Watari decided to leave the boy alone, before he left Near alone to deal with his thoughts and avoid angering him.
Littlle did he know, Near's thoughts were not what the albino wanted to return to, as it only contained thoughts of the past, the one thing Near wanted to avoid at all costs. To others, he might seem like he bears no emotions or feelings, only answers and confusion, but no one is that inhuman. No one, except maybe...
Him.
Near could remember it too clearly, it was as though every time he thought about it, he was reliving it... in Wammy's, there were always rumours spreading. What else do they except young genius' to do with their time, albeit studying? And regardless of the time he spent isolated, Near almost always seemed to be informed when there was a new crazy tale running around. And one time a couple years ago, when Near was nine years old, a single rumour caught his eye.
Allegedly, when Wammy's had first started, the second child to be brought into it's care (the first being L.) was named Beyond Birthday. Nobody had the specifics, but the rough story was that one day, he had enough of being a stupid backup and became a murderer. But the creepiest thing about the entire thing was that he was never caught, which on it's own was quite admirable. After all, it is almost impossible to hide from the law, expecially when L was at the heart of it. But somehow, this teenager had escaped, and was still prowling around, waiting for his next victim... In all honesty, Near wasn't bothered by it, as there were plenty worse rumours than this.
What a mistake that was, to underestimate childish tales.
Darkness enshrouding his room, Near lay in bed, stiff a board, staring up at the ceiling with no real motive. He was never on good terms with sleep, and tended to simply wait until he was too exhausted to stay awake, usually leading to frequent fainting. But he didn't mind, if he truly needed to sleep, he would have already. Not a big issue. If someone else were to see him in that state; isolated in his freezing room, laying completely flat under his blanket; then they would immediatly think of him as much younger than he was, or at least alot more sweet.
And that was when he heard his door slowly open, the creek that was inevitably going to echo loudly didn't sound, which was what struck a nerve in Near. Nobody, unless they were being extremely careful, would be able to avoid making it sound. Heart pace quickening in the pitch black, Near closed his eyes, hoping for it to be some kind of nightmare or hillusination. The almost silent, evil, manic chuckle that his ears locked onto proved his theory wrong.
There were no footsteps, there was no warning. It was only when a hand clasped over Near's mouth that his brain came to grips with what was happening. With all his heart, he hoped it was just Matt or Mello playing a trick on him, but that bone chilling laugh he heard moments ago could not be immited by anyone he knew; not even close. Struggling slightly, the hand around his mouth only held harder.
"Quiet Nate," A dark, mysterious voice spoke, his voice illuminating the smirk that without a doubt rested on his face. Near's eyes widened at the use of his real name, something he hadn't heard since he first arrived at Wammy's, and something not just anybody could get a hold of. To Near's extensive knowledge, all of his previous records had been destroyed when he was brought here, and nobody, unless they were some kind of mastermind, would be able to get a hold of such details. "We don't want Watari to hear, do we?" Near recognised the voice to be from someone reasonably young, probably in his mid twenties. And then it hit him.
Wammy's had opened a couple years before he was born and he came when he was about four. When Wammy's opened, L was eight and he had immediatly been taken in, meaning at the time, L would have been twenty three. Near knew that this person was most definitely not L, be it instinct or whatever. But that meant there was one person that fit this profile, and it was someone Near wished had never turned up.
"Beyond." Near mumbled into the palm that was over his mouth, so it came out as nothing more than a muffle, but somehow Beyond had recognised the use of his name and smiled wider. This boy caught on fast, quite sharp for a child. Knowing that he wouldn't get anywhere in this light, Beyond, in a split second, removed himself from the boy and flicked on the light, before returning and jumping onto the boys bed.
Near took in the mans appearance in a split second. A mop of messy raven hair, and skin that somehow looked even lighter than Near's. Under his eyes sat drooping black rings, insomnia caused. Though, it was Beyond's eyes themselves that caught Near's attention. They were blood red, and full of an endless pit of insanity. It was as though every disturbing and murderous thought were crammed into the crimson hues that this insane man had. He was immensly skinny, and looked like the slightest touch would break a bone, which only added to the hollow look on his face. And the smile... Near shuddered violently upon seeing it. It craved blood, and it was a grin only ravenous beasts should have.
"Say that again." Beyond demanded, looking the albino dead in the eye, scarlett meeting charcoal. Gulping inaudably, Near had to do a double take on the question. The man could be torturing him, stabbing him to death until he no longer bled... And he wanted him to say his name? Something wasn't right here... But Near couldn't refuse, nor could he think rationallty. There was a killer in his room, and the wrong moves could equal the death of him. That added to the fact he was nine years old, and still a child.
"Beyond Birthday." Near repeated, a slight tinge of questioning in the way he spoke. The peeking grin on Beyond's face madly increased, despite how impossible that seemed. It was this point that Near realized who he was staring at. The image imprinted in his brain was manipulating his thoughts, twisting his mind and infecting it with manic pictures and horrific fantasy's, all while looking like the satanic spawn of the devil, craving blood and gore. Wanting to hear the screams of the innocent... A bony, sickly pale finger trailed across Near's cheek, the crusty sharp nail digging into his fragile skin, scratching the surface, leaving an ugly red stripe in it's wake. The whitette saw a lizard like tongue swipe across Beyond's lips hungrily, as if Near was giving him exactly what he wanted.
"You know, the youngest I ever killed was a twelve year old," Looking down, trying to seem innocent, a strangely cute smile came across Beyond's face, baring his stained red teeth. "She was the best to kill. The quiet pleads for me to stop, to reconsider. Those salty tears that fell when she screamed for her parents... But when it came to the murder, she quietened down, murmering to God." Chuckling deeply, the raven haired maniac turned to Near, an unrecognisable glint of desire showing in those endless blood pooled eyes. "Silly girl. There is no God. If there is, then I'd be dead by now! But I'm not, so I get to kill more people! Oh, the fun!"
Staring with an utter look of disbelief, Near was completely frozen in his place, fear seeming to have immobilized his entire body. Hearing BB rant about how he killed that poor, innocent girl... It was barbaric! At that moment, Near wanted to scream, for the first time in his life. He wanted someone to be there for him. He needed a hero. But all he could do was sit there and take part in whatever this deranged psycopath had in store for him. No matter what he did, he was fucked.
"You're insane." Near breathed, his voice coming out as barely more than a pathetic whisper. He really sounded like a scared nine year old, not the usual adult facade he wore. In mere minutes, this man had broken every single barrier Near had created with some petty sentences and that shit eating smirk that could send people to hospital. If looks could kill, everyone who had as much as glanced as Beyond would fall into comas.
Somehow, Beyond saw Near's statement as a compliment, because he placed a hand to his chest and bowed cockily, while saying, "Glad you think so. It's an honour, really." Near could only imagine what went through Beyond's mind. He must find the pain of others amusing, and that's what fuels him to kill. From what he had heard from the man himself, he liked toying with his victims. What if he planned to do that the Near? To fiddle with the boys emotions and break him slowly. If he had managed to attain his name, what other private information had he been able to muster? If Beyond was as closely related to L as he seemed (in the intelligance department), then finding out information should be as easy as clicking his fingers. No wonder he had never been caught.
"You know, you look even more helpless and innocent as that girl. Maybe even more so..." One hand resting on Near's cheek; his other skeleton-like hand found it's way to the boys side, trailing itself along the surface of Near's hipbone, causing his pasty crumpled white shirt to rise up, revealing pristine, untainted flesh. It was then that Near made a shocking discovery. He had come to the conclusion of how Beyond messed with his victims. He raped them, then murdered them when they were too tired to fend for themselves. Then, judging by the red tint to his teeth... He ate them. He finished his crazy psyco spree by resorting to cannibalism. Sometimes, being a successor to L was useful in situations like this as most wouldn't be able to come to this conclusion. But it still didn't help him escape this mess. Infact, it only made his fear levels rise.
"I'm sure you will make a delicious meal, my dear Nate. And I will make you feel as much pain as I can, won't that be fun? It's like torture made interesting!" The way Beyond spoke so easily and full of excitement about this made Near's insides knot. It was clear to him that this freak wasn't going to hold back for anything. Anything. It was time to do something Near would never do, no matter what. But in this current situation, it was the smartest option.
Give up.
Of course, his life hadn't been the best, but he had no regrets. All except one, which Near wasn't sure actually counted, since he was never going to do it anyway. His final regret was not getting to know Mello. All he knew about the boy was that he was immensly jealous of the albino, and was a close second in the running of the successing business. He was a bully and he had violent tendancies, combined with a strange addiction to chocolate. But for some reason, Near felt drawn to him, as if there was something about him that was worth investigating. Obviously, that was not going to be possible now, as much as it pained Near to admit it. So all that was left to do was give into Beyond's twisted desires without opposing to whatever he had planned, as sadistic and mortifying as they are.
Sighing deeply, Near looked at Beyond blankly as his shirt was slowly removed, uncovering his slightly scrawny chest, which to the man oggling it, seemed to be a heaven just waiting to be turned into hell. Wasting no time, the black haired male ran his tongue along his teeth in what looked like a strange kind of preparation, before shifting slightly and lodging his fangs into the boys chest, just above his ribcage, savouring the sweet, delicious, tangy taste of blood that hit his tongue, sending his tastebuds on a wild frenzy. Never had he tasted blood this sweet! It sent another rush of extasy through him as he craved even more. He was like a rabid dog, attempting to make the most out of his meal and unable to control his frenzy over fresh meat. Near was unlucky as to be the main course.
Another stinging sensation burned through Near as his skin was pierced again and he felt himself slowly bleed out, feeding the beast before him. It was disgusting. How Beyond's eyes filled with lust when faced with the thick, hot liquid. That untameable want to hear screams full of despair and hurt; the overpowering urge to torture and murder that filled his soul with exhillaration and acomplishment. Seeing despicable beings like that in the world made Near sick. It made everyone sick. That is, if they had ever come face to face with one.
Beyond was tired of it already, he was getting little to no reaction out of the boy. He was used to people crying, and shouting out when he would torture them. But nothing. Jack shit. It was like Near didn't even care, and it was pissing Beyond off like no tomorrow. Where was this boys fear?! Where was his pain?! What hurt this little kid?! He needed to figure this out, otherwise how will he get his entertainment? It wasn't fair that he had put this much effort into this, yet he was just being greeted by basically a lifeless body. He may have been a crazy bastard, but he wasn't into necrophillia.
"Why are you not begging for me to stop?" Beyond growled into Near's ear, hoping to at least get a shiver out of it. Nothing. He stabbed his nail into the boys side, twisting it, hoping for a tear. Nothing. Whatever was happening, it needed to stop. Beyond wanted to scream into Near's ear; sadly he couldn't, as that would give his entire game away and he would be caught this time for sure. Grunting in displeasement, the chaotic killer reached into his pocket, before bringing out a razor sharp knife, who's tip shone in the light of the room. If he couldn't get a reaction out of the boy, he at least wanted to claim him.
Flipping Near onto his back mercilessly, he held one palm roughly and harshly onto Near's left shoulderblade, sure to have bruised it. Before his plan commensed, he licked the steel edge of the knife, giggling in a delirious fashion as he felt it rip through the pink flesh of his tongue. He had always hated the taste of his own blood; it was more dull and boring that others, even though his diet consisted mainly of strawberry jam, it still lacked any type of tang or zest, unlike his victims'. When his frenzy had subsided, he placed the tip of the knife in between Near's shoulder blades, before pressing down and watching it break through his skin like paper. He marvelled at the sight for a few moments, before continuing to press even harder. Trying to contain himself, he dragged the knife down, making a straight line of silky, crimson blood. Minutes of carving later, and he was done.
A bold encrustment lay deep in Near's skin, where the prominantly large "BB" now painted his back. Near himself was in a state of excrutiating pain as he was drained from his vital fluids. A horendous fire seemed to sweep across all of his back as the cut continued to bleed. It was like he was having the very life sucked from him as his vision blurred and a raging headache appeared. His final minutes concious were a blur, but he knew he heard BB whisper into his ear, "This isn't over, my sweet Nate."
When his flashback had ended, Near's became aware of the tear that had fallen from his eye and now stained his pants. Sighing deeply, Near brought his knees to his chest and huddled into his seat corner, banishing all the thoughts from his mind. The scar on his back stung badly, but he knew it was just his mind playing tricks on him. But everytime he saw that mark, it reminded him about how easily he had given up. How weak he had been. Of course, it saved him in the end, but still...
Nobody knew of his experience, and he planned to keep it that way. However, Mello had came ridiculously close to seeing his entire past. Why had he let the blonde in so easily, after all that had happened... After... Near felt the other scar on his shoulder, as if it still hurt. Sighing deeply, Near closed his eyes. Mello had done almost exactly what Beyond had done in the not so distant past, yet Near still wanted him. His own feelings were confuzing him more than usual, and it only added to the fear that Beyond was going to return. But what if he got to Mello instead? Shaking his head violently, as if he could banish the negative thoughts, Near convinced himself that wouldn't happen. And besides, Mello was strong. Unlike him.
But one thing remained that Near couldn't argue against.
What if Mello was slowly turning into a successor of Beyond Birthday without even realizing?
