She thought to herself for a while. Did she like him? No, that was impossible. She loved Raye. He was her boyfriend, not Beyond. Then why was she having second thoughts about their relationship? She already had this conversation with herself a countless amount of times before, and yet she still didn't know the answer. A knock on her door inturuppted her thoughts. When she opened it, Raye stood there smiling. " Hey," he said, and kissed her cheek. " I missed you." Naomi blushed. " You've been busy lately," she said. Raye shrugged and smiled apologetically. " Heh, sorry about that. The boss wants me working almost 24/7 now that you're no longer a 'distraction' to me." He made little air quotes with his fingers when he said "distraction".
Naomi chuckled and playfully pushed Raye out of the doorway. " Come on," she said. " We might as well spend some time together while we have the chance." Raye smiled and locked the door behind him. " So where you wanna go?" Raye asked as they got in his car. Naomi shrugged. " I don't know. Why don't you choose?" she said. Raye thought for a moment. " Well, depends what you're in the mood for. You hungry?" he asked. " Eh, sorta," Naomi replied. " I ate earlier, though not that much." Raye put the keys into the ignition. " Alright then. How about a movie?" he suggested. Naomi smiled and nodded. " Sure," she agreed. A movie might be just what she needed to take her mind away from last night's events.
The movie they ended up seeing was a romantic comedy. Naomi tried to concentrate on the movie, but she couldn't stand seeing the leading couple kiss every few minutes. Raye, as always, noticed, but thought that if she didn't say anything about it eventually, he wouldn't ask. Though, if she showed signs of stress, he would find some way to find out what was bothering her. She still seemed distracted, making him feel a bit worried. He kissed her lightly on her cheek to make her feel better. The kiss seemed to reassure her, and she lost some tension in her shoulders. Raye smiled and put his arm around her. " Don't worry, Naomi," he whispered. " Whatever it is, it'll be fine later." Naomi nodded and smiled softly, hoping that he was right.
Upon entering his home, Beyond slammed the door, plopped himself on the bed, and burried his face into a pillow. " Shit!" he exclaimed. " Shit shit shit shit shit! Fucking dumbass, why the hell did you kiss her?" He had no idea why he did it, nor would he understand if he knew. " She's a pawn, B, she's a pawn. How many times do I have to remind you? If you develop feelings for her, which you've pretty much done, it might ruin everything! You saw the way she pulled back. Because you made her feel like a cheating bitch!" Beyond got off his bed and searched for his jar of strawberry jam. That always seemed to calm his nerves; besides killing, at least. Sticking his hand in the jar, he went over his plan again to see if this had caused any damage.
" Let's see...ask for her cooperation, show her the clues at the crime scenes, then, finally, meet at the final soon-to-be crime scene so I could commit suicide. Where had the kiss foiled the plan? If she somehow developed feelings towards me, though she denies and shows no signs of having any, she could try to get to know me better. The more she gets to know you, the more she'll know how you think. And if that if that happens, she might discover that I was behind this series of murders a moment to soon. And if that happens..." He droned on and on about all the possibilities, letting paranoia took him. After talking to himself for almost half an hour, he relized that he was forgetting the most recent murder. " Dammit! Now I have to deal with her, too?" he asked himself. " Honestly, how much more shit do I have to put up with before I die?"
He went to the bathroom to wash the strawberry jam off his hand, suddenly not feeling in the mood for it, when he saw a note taped to the mirror. He hastilly wiped his hands on a towell and grabbed the note. It was written in a neat curseve; definately the writing of a female. The other murderer, no doubt. He groaned and read the letter impatiently.
Dear Killer,
Beyond chuckled at the first two words. Dear Killer. That was something new. He continued reading.
I relize that this may come as an inconvience to you, but I'd like to see you. It's been awhile since we've last seen eachother, don't you think? We were still children back then; me, a mere toddler. What do you look like now, I wonder. But back to the point. You do know that parking garage downtown, yes? The one that was closed down because of a shooting that took place there. People seem to say that it is haunted, for many innocent people have died there. I have been there recently, and can confirm there not to be any signs of paranormal activities. But since the silly people believe that lost souls roam there, it was closed. Would you like to meet me there? I would be ever so happy if you would. You might want to come prepared, though. I'm going to kill you there.
Beyond stared at the letter with disbelief. " Kill me, are you?" he said. " Are you proposing a challenge?" Then he laughed. " If so, then I accept. See if you could kill me..." He looked at the signature at the bottom, written in a shade of deep crimson; blood. "...Scythe."
Looking at the window above, the girl, Scythe, smiled to herself. " So I shall," she said softly, smiling.
