Sorry this chapter took so long to be put up…I've been really busy and really sick lately, which is a very annoying combination! Enjoy.
"He attacked me!" X screamed, fresh blood dripping onto his shirt.
"Be silent, X." Roger said sharply. "I asked B."
They were in Roger's office, Roger at his desk and the four children sitting in armchairs across from him. B glared at his hands, they were pale and smeared with blood and dirt. He glanced over at K momentarily. She had her arms wrapped around herself, head down. He had scared her. B figured she wouldn't want to talk to him ever again. How depressing.
"Backup, look at me when I am talking to you."
B shot a glare at Roger, hoping his face would melt if he stared long enough. This eerie, dark vibe filled the room, and Roger suddenly found interest in the papers littering his desk. B knew no one would dare challenge him to a stare down… except K. She was good at that.
"Can we get a nurse in here?!" Roger yelled, irritated, and then spoke to B without looking at him. "Why did you do this to X, B?" B's eyes narrowed as he continued to glare at the man. Why did he do that to X?
Because he deserved it.
B smiled inwardly and sat back, looking over to X for a few moments. He had a bunch of red scratches on his face and arms, then one gash along his cheek that was bleeding. Hopefully it was causing X pain. That's exactly what B wanted. He looked at Roger, who was now looking back at him impatiently. "Well?" B just continued to look at him.
Roger stared at the child in confusion. He showed no remorse, yet no satisfaction for what he had done to X. There was no emotion on the boy's face. Nothing. It was making him a bit sick. He shook his head, without realizing it, and picked up his phone to call Wammy.
"Watari?" He said quietly.
Watari. Wammy's alias. Roger used it at times to hide the fact he was talking to Wammy, but B wasn't stupid. It was pretty obvious who Roger was contacting.
"..Yes, we need to talk."
…
B stood outside the closed door of Roger's office, listening to the two men inside converse. He knew they were discussing him.
"I feel like he's remembering it."
"What do you mean he's remembering?!"
"Did you see his eyes? He had that same empty look just like when he…"
"Let's not dwell on that…call Murphy, B is going to need a few sessions with him."
B looked at the door, confused. What was this it they were alluding to?
…..And who the heck was Murphy?
B couldn't come up with any conclusions, because someone was quickly approaching the door. He made no effort to retreat as it swung open. Wammy stood there with a disappointed look on his face. B glared up at the elderly man, waiting for him to say something. The man just stared back uncomfortably. B's gaze was unbearable.
"Backup, please, stop that."
B squeezed his own arm tightly and dug his nails into his sleeve, trying to refrain from lashing out at Wammy. B turned around slowly, and stalked his way down the hallway, and up the stairs to his room, gritting his teeth the whole way.
…
K walked into B and A's bedroom, noticing B in his usual spot at the window. Snacking on a hot slice of pizza, K held in her arms a large book and an unopened jar of strawberry jam. She stood in the doorway, staring at the back of her friends head, waiting for permission to enter. When he failed to acknowledge her, K began loudly chewing on her food, hoping that would get his attention.
B turned around slowly, narrowing his eyes at the raven haired girl at his door. Why was she here? B didn't think she would even want to be around him. He examined the items she had in her hands: an old looking book, a slice of pizza, and….oh strawberry jam.
K saw him eyeing the jam, and she held the jar out to him, raising her eyebrows. He motioned her over to him, and she walked in. After handing B the jam, K sat herself on his bed, still eating her pizza.
B opened the jar and stared at K, now noticing the bruise that was forming under her right eye, a band aid sloppily covering it. He then stared at her pizza, wondering where she had gotten it. "Mr. Wammy gave it to me." K said, answering his question. "It's my favorite." He blinked at her. B was convinced she could read minds.
"You're probably wondering where I got this book, also." K said, stuffing the remainder of her pizza into her mouth. "I got it from the library, A helped me find it." "Is that so…" B murmured, looking down at his jam as he began to eat it. "Yes." She licked the tomato sauce off her fingers. "He sure knows his way around that library."
B slowly licked the jam off his finger, thinking as he did so. K was so odd. He thought back to the way she looked at him after he was dragged off of X. The fear she had in her eyes. Then back in the office when she didn't want to look at him. Now she was in his room talking to him like nothing ever happened. It was very confusing to B. His thoughts were interrupted when K spoke up.
"Oh, and Beyond," It made him so pleased to hear her call him that name. "Thank you. You know, for what you did before." B looked up at her. "What do you mean thank you?" Now she was really puzzling him. "Well, X obviously hit me in the face…" She pointed to her bruise. "And you stood up to him, that was really brave of you."
….Brave?
B still wasn't getting it. "I've seen how he treats to you; I see how you act around him. It's like X knows he's not going to get into trouble and you're always holding back. He's terrible to you Beyond, I can tell, and what you did to him….I… I almost feel like…" Her voice became hushed.
"I almost feel like he deserved it."
B's crimson eyes widened. Finally, someone was on the same page as him!