Good morning! :) It is now 8:56AM and here I am posting my next chapter. I have some information that you readers need to know at the end of this chapter so when you finish the chapter, don't leave fan fiction. Read it. It will help you understand where I'll be in the next few weeks.
Matt looked around his surroundings in utter despair. He was facing the door of Wammy's House but he was standing in the middle of the street. L and Isabella were to his far left and B was to his far right. Phoenix had run back inside when he heard the guests scream, most likely from the thirteenth guest making a grand entrance into the ballroom. Matt was left unarmed when B was supplied with weapons. He was sure that the three of them could beat up B until he drops to the floor and then handcuff him once again, but he wasn't even sure if L was supplied with handcuffs.
Eagerly and feverishly, B began taking small steps towards Matt. He saw this and turned around quickly. He noticed that B had a tight grip on the dagger he had in his hand. It also had dark red stains on it, most likely from his previous attacks. In all, Beyond was wanted for many crimes but not once was he captured without escaping jail. L always caught him correctly, but it was the other law enforcement agents who didn't keep a close eye on the jail cells.
L stepped forward leaving Isabella behind. She clutched her palms together while she tried to think of something she could do to help this situation better for the three of them. Matt backed away as the almost-twins stood facing one another. They were about ten feet apart and the scene was too dramatic to even make sense of. B started cackling wildly as the moonlight from the crescent above shone on him. It was as if he was calling to the werewolves.
"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment!" B cried happily. He had always wanted to see L die right in front of his very own eyes. L sighed, "Although it's possible that I can die right here, at least make me a happy man before I pass." Isabella's nose began to sting, she was never going to let this happen; it was too soon in their lives to be dealt with the passing of the person they loved the most at the moment.
"L..." Isabella whimpered. Matt looked over at her, feeling struggled that he couldn't have been more smarter in to remembering to bring the weapons. L could hear her silent cries very well from where she was, he just chose to ignore it. She was his only weakness, and if B had ever thought about using her against him, it would most likely be the end of everything.
"And how will I do that deed for you...hmmm, L?" B asked, sliding his tongue up and down the blade. L fumbled with a piece of sand colored paper in his black pocket. B was alarmed as he held up his knife, "What do you have there?!" L held out the crumbled note, "It is a page of your Death Note. If you want to kill me tonight, at least make it a way that will not cause me much pain." B laughed, "But that won't be fun, silly goose!" Matt looked at L and L looked back. They had planned for something like this to happen long ago.
"Oh. Well, I apologize on my part, Beyond. But you should know, I never come unprepared." L noted. He reached into his pocket for a small device and he dropped it on the floor. B's eyes followed the dropping object and he was immediately blinded by the white-lighted world around him. L turned to Isabella, "Let's go."
While B struggled to see in his normal vision again, the three of them ran into the house, locking all the doors from the inside. L stuffed his secret paper-weapon in his pocket once again. L and the rest of the members of Wammy's had another person to defeat. L knew that B would be coming back, but he was also prepared for that as well.
He turned to Isabella, "I want you to take all the children and lead them outdoors. Take them somewhere safe." He then turned to Matt who was still regretting his stupid mistake, "I want you to take Clarissa and hold her back while I attempt to arrest her. We need to get her down so we can take care of the situation with B." Matt asked, "How do you know she's in there?" L sighed, "There's a sixty-two percent chance my deductions are correct. Now get in there!"
Matt kicked open the ballroom door to witness a very scary scene. The three of them stood facing a bunch of people backed up against the ballroom wall on the opposite side of where they were. Clarissa was wounded and lying on the floor. Mello was hovering over her with his hand raised. He held a bloody dagger that had been freshly used. Clarissa couldn't move; Mello was sitting on her waist with his legs stretched out.
Matt ran to his best friend in shock while Isabella held the three children close in her arms. "D-Dude...you killed her!" Matt stated, almost scared. "I...had to." Mello replied panting. Clarissa's eyes were blood-shot and teary. They were still left wide-open. Mello raised himself from the position he was in and looked at Isabella, but she couldn't help but shedding tears. Not for Clarissa of course, but just because she was in a room with a freshly-killed dead person again. Mello's shirt was stained with blood spots but he didn't seem to care at all. His "deed" had been done.
L approached him, trying not to show any emotion of whether he was pleased or ready to scold Mello for his actions. He turned to the crowd, "I know what you witnessed was extremely horrendous. But to keep everyone save, we need you all to stay where you are. I apologize for the inconvenience." A few people complained but the rest of them understood the current situation at hand. Most of the young adults were orphans as well; they began remembering their own parents' deaths as L spoke.
Phoenix, Maya, Near and Fallen walked over to where L, Matt and Mello were standing. "What do we do now? That psycho is still in the building!" Fallen cried. Bethany stepped out from the crowd. She remained shocked from what Mello had done as well, but she was looking to end the battle just like everyone else. Isabella stepped forward with Pearl, Evan, and Lizzie. There were those twelve people surrounding one bloody body all thinking of what the plan should be to take out their next criminal.
"Did anyone call the police?" Phoenix asked. Isabella nodded, "A little bit over ten minutes ago. The police station is located far from here so it'll be some time before we have some help." The fifty or so guests in the ballroom listened carefully to their plan. It was so quiet that you could literally hear a pin drop. Wammy stepped forward from the crowd of guests, "Although the series of events so far have been flabbergasting, we need to continue. Clarissa was a criminal all along, and I was blind to that," He looked at her bleeding body, "I'm not inferring that the killing Mello did was acceptable, but it was to save me. She was coming towards me with that dagger. It's because of Mello that I'm still standing." Matt gave Mello a pat on the back but not even he could stop shaking from what he had done.
L looked at the crowd of people standing aimlessly at the now thirteen of them gathered in a circle. He stepped out of the circle and began walking towards the crowd, "Are any of you specialized in combat?" Pearl, Maya's cousin, stepped forward, "Mr. L, sir! Are you really gonna let these people fight?!" He looked at the little girl, "For now until the police arrive, we need all the help we can possibly retrieve. There is an 68% chance that B is forming his next attack on us since we haven't had contact from him since." She stepped back and wrapped her arms around Maya who returned the hug. The three children: Pearl, Evan, and Lizzie, were pretty calm about the situation. In a regular orphanage, children of that age would be taken immediately away from a fresh-kill crime scene.
Seven out of the fifty people stepped out of the crowd of people. They were nervous and didn't seem like they wanted to get involved. L looked at them carefully while biting his nails. He pointed at the second person in line. He was a brunette with muscles so large that you could see them through his tuxedo. The twenty-year-old man stepped forward at L's request. "Would you mind helping us just for the night?" L asked. The man said, "Er...okay. Am I gonna get killed?" L sighed, "It depends on what you rank when it comes to the skills of combat."
He has a Death Note page in his pocket. Why isn't he using it? It would be so simple as to just write down B's name and get it over with, Isabella thought. L looked back at her, "Do you agree with this choice, I?" She shook her head, "Why do we need to gather a group of people just for one man? Don't you have a simpler way of getting things done?" She didn't want to reveal to the room of people that L possessed something as powerful as a Death Note just yet. L understood what she meant, "I understand. But there is something I need to know about this man before he gets put to rest."
Isabella questioned his thought. What could he possibly need to know about B?
For Isabella, the events of the night of her birthday were very exciting. If everything was going how it should be, without the interruptions of criminals, the guests would probably be consuming large portions of pasta al dente with alfredo sauce. But as usual, things take an unexpected turn in the house of Wammy's. She imagined this to be a dream or something similar to it. She thought about how she was running around with the secret love of her life in a dress fit for Cinderella. If things turned out to be ending "happily ever after", she could've written an entire story on this experience.
Matt walked to the vase next to the stairs; the one Isabella instructed him to take the knives from. "Before I forget, I think I'm gonna take these out and hand them to you guys. In case anything happens." He muttered. L turned to him, "Pardon me, but I was consulting with the combat man two minutes ago. We need to do things in order or else they will not turn out to be as planned." Matt scoffed while the guest looked at L, "The...combat man?" L's eyes drooped down and his smile was flat, "Yes. That would be, if you are not afraid to work with us this evening." The man stepped back and hid behind an older woman, where he was of course, seen. L sighed, "Suit yourself."
Matt handed a knife to Phoenix, Maya, Mello, L, and Isabella. He kept one clutched in his hand for himself. "I-I never used a knife before!" Maya said worried. Matt looked at her sarcastically, "Did you ever cook anything before?" She nodded, "Of course! I always cook for me and Pearly!" Pearl grinned, "Mhm! Maya's beef lo-mein is the absolute yummiest!" Matt got straight to the point with her, "Unlike cooking, this knife is to be used for self defense. You say you cook beef lo-mein? If you're in trouble, think of it as cooking B lo-mein."
Maya shriveled up and clutched her fists together, embracing the knife with her hands. "Maya, it's for self defense. You only need to use it if you think you'll be in trouble." Phoenix consoled her.
The guests remained awfully quiet. They were indeed nervous and scared. Isabella examined the blade of the knife. She had never used a knife for a purpose such as this one either. And plus, the knife she held was more like one used to cut meat. Beef, per say. She needed something bigger; she felt as if B was going to go for her tonight.
She walked over to a steel-armored knight, a prized possession in Wammy's ballroom. It stood against the wall straight and tall and was a beautiful image to anyone who's eyes laid on it. The knight had a sword clutched in its steel fingers and with just a little bit of force, she got the sword to slip out from under his fists. Matt's jaw dropped as he saw the length of the sword, "Bella, do you think you can really wield that thing?!" She grinned nervously, "Desperate times call for desperate measures...right?"
"Ahem...ahem...excuse me?"
Everyone in the ballroom looked up to hear a familiar voice coming from a speaker on the ceiling. The speaker was always there, but it hadn't been used in a little over 5 years. Everyone knew who the voice belonged to, it was B of course. His cackling tone could never be mistaken for anyone else. When disguised, his voice was similar to L's.
Matt clenched his teeth in angst; he wanted the battle to be over with already. Isabella turned to L, still holding the sword tightly, "Where do you think he's broadcasting this from?" He put his finger to his lips and frowned, "There are several stationed microphones located in different parts of the house. If I recall correctly, Matt installed them in the conservatory, the study, the lobby, the ballroom's foyer, and outside by the maze in the garden." Mello faced the group with bravery, "We should split up and find him so we can eliminate him once and for all." Maya shivered at the thought of walking around the house with a serial killer in it on her own. "Yes, that is a good idea. But I'm afraid we have to leave the children behind. It may be too dangerous for them to get involved." L mentioned as he looked at the three children who were now pouting. "C'mon! We're strong! We could probably take out B better then all of you can!" Evan cried. Lizzie giggled, "Evan, they've actually met and conversed with B. We had just come to Wammy's when he was taken out. Let them do their job."
Matt ruffled her hair with his hand, "Good. You should listen to her, Ev."
"Tonight is going to be a...hmm...an enchanting night! All of you are dressed in your finest and here I am, disrupting it all. It's so fun to be me...ANYWAY! I will be your entertainer for the evening. You won't have to pay me...anything...at...all. All you'll need to do is pay your respects for Isabella as she's being dropped into her own grave,"
Matt snarled and Mello clenched his fists even harder. Phoenix and Maya gasped while L and Isabella were just staring at the speaker waiting for him to say more.
"Isabella darling, I need to take you out. You are the weakness to the world's greatest detective. I figured it out when I was hiding in the vents all those weeks ago,"
Isabella heard running water behind B. "L, I think he's in the garden. Do you hear the fountain water?" L nodded, "Yes, either that, or he's watering some plants in the conservatory as he's producing a threat against you." Isabella smiled, L kept his humor even when the worst of the worst was about to happen.
Reviews are always appreciated :) Okay, what I needed to tell you is that I posted this chapter on the last day before my life becomes a living hell. Report cards come out tomorrow. Most likely, my laptop and any communication device is going to be taken away from me by my mother for about two to three weeks or so. I don't do bad in school overall, but I think I might have just failed math :X Honestly, my teacher is the worst. All he does in class is sit down with his laptop playing minesweeper and texting his girlfriend. We don't learn anything and when it comes to tests, we have no idea what to do. He even said himself that 75% of the classes he teaches failed the math midterm. Am I in that 75%? Of course I am -_-. So if I don't update for a while, it's because of that. I'll definitely finish the next chapter on paper while I'm away and as soon as I get everything back, I'll type it up. It's pretty depressing actually; I'm spending 6 hours with my boyfriend today since it'll be the last time we see each other for a while. Anyway, enough of my annoying venting. I'll check back later to answer reviews if there are any but for now, see you later.