Finally finished my first semester of uni! So that means faster updates (hopefully lol). Its a bit short, but a lot of juicy information is dropped in this chapter. Hope you enjoy
"Do it..." The voice whispered.
B shook his head.
"Do it... you know you want to..." The voice taunted. "Remember when you attacked X? What about when you let A die? You like to hurt people, don't you?"
A familiar body of a girl lay sprawled across the dirty concrete floor. A knife was in his hand.
"Do it!" The voice suddenly growled and B sobbed, warm tears wetting his face.
"Why do you keep doing this to me?!"
B threw the knife into the darkness, covering his ears. His hands suddenly fell to his sides and the knife appeared in his hand again. B screamed, unable to control his own body.
"Kill her." The voice commanded and B's body lunged forward, moving on its own. He fell to his knees before the girl and began stabbing her over and over, blood covering his hands.
"No no no... no!" He yelled as his arm plunged the knife into her flesh once more. "Stop!"
He was breathing heavily, his hands suspended in the air over the girl's body, the knife he clutched dripping with blood. He heard a deep menacing laugh behind him that sent a chill down his spine.
"Who are you?!" B asked, and was suddenly face to face with the voice, it was a man.
"Don't you remember me?" He asked, alcohol on his breath.
...
He woke up in the middle of the night screaming, sweating, crying. He sat upright, shaking. K woke up as well, startled by his screaming, and ran into the room. She stood at his bedside, hands hovering above his arm.
"I cant get him out of my head!" B screamed, bringing his hands to his face.
K touched his arm and he immediately pulled away from her. "K don't!"
"B what happened?" She asked. It hurt to see him like this. "Tell me, please."
He whispered something.
"What?"
"I don't want to hurt you..." He sobbed.
…
"Hello, B."
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Your good friend L asked me to come speak with you."
B stood up, furious, and stormed out of the room. K ran after him, jumping in front of him as he rushed down the hallway.
"Beyond, stop." She said, spreading her arms out so he couldn't pass.
"K, I'm not dealing with this idiot."
"I don't know, maybe you should just talk to him."
"But I don't want to! Especially since L sent him."
"...I was actually the one who called Murphy first." K said, looking him in the eyes. "Do it for me. Please?"
B stared at her with his lips slightly parted. Was she worried about him? He squinted at her, then sighed.
"Fine, whatever." He said turning around and walking back into the room. "But only for five minutes."
B went to the far side of the room and sat in an armchair, glaring at Murphy who stood by the window. K smiled and left the room, closing the door behind her quietly. The older man began taking his things out of his bag as B counted away the seconds in his head. Murphy asked how B was, but the boy didn't answer. He was getting impatient and it had only been thirty seconds. He just started speaking to get the thing over with.
"Okay so theres that man from my nightmares. The same man over and over." Murphy looked up at the boy. "And he keeps saying these weird things to me."
"I guess you're doing well since you're talking." He adjusted his glasses. "What did he say this time?"
"You killed my wife, you little shit." B imitated in a growl. "She made a deal with that thing so you could live."
"Things like that." B shrugged. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"B, do you remember your father?"
B squinted at the man. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Just answer the question."
He rolled his eyes and glanced out the window. Did he remember anything about his father? B thought for a second, and realized he had never thought about his father. He didn't remember anything about either of his parents, except for how they died. This look of intense confusion was coming over B's face, and Murphy watched as a dark glint appeared in his red eyes.
"B... you killed your father." The older man said quietly.
B's eyes went wide, his body numb. He turned his head slowly to look at Murphy, his pulse ringing in his ears.
"What do you mean I killed my father?" B asked angrily. "I'm not here for you to play stupid jokes on me. You have four minutes."
"B, I'm being serious."
"Okay well nice try because my father was beaten to death by thugs."
"No, B. That was a fabricated story created to hide the truth from you."
"And my mother died in a train crash."
"She died in childbirth, B." He said. "A heart attack actually, as you were being born."
"You're lying to me!" He said frantically.
"I need you to calm down, B." Murphy said to the boy, walking over to him.
"Don't come near me." B warned, gripping the arms of the chair. "And don't expect me to be calm when you just claimed I killed my father! What the fuck is going on? There was no context to that statement, explain! I'm going to fucking explo-"
"The first time we met, B, I asked you what your name was and you said you didn't have one. You didn't know your birthday, what your favorite color was, nothing." Murphy interrupted, returning to where he previously stood. "We all thought you were lying, but upon further inspection I realized you had suffered some kind of amnesia. You didn't even know who you were or what had just happened to you, which is why you can't remember your father or what happened to him. These nightmares you've been having all these years, they're repressed memories. That man you're talking about is your father."
B was quiet.
"B you've been living your life thinking everyone is out to get you, that everyone hates you that you're just a nuisance. B we are trying to help you. Every thing we've ever done was for your well-being. We knew from the moment we saw you you were not going to be able to live a normal life like every other child this orphanage has taken in. You are plagued with so many psychological problems and disorders that any other home would've given up on you. I didn't want to tell you all of this because I knew it would be hard for you to take in, it was too much for you."
"Why do they call me Backup? If they care about me so much why do they degrade me with that disgusting name?! It makes me feel like garbage!"
"Because that's what they named you, B."
"I don't care!" He said angrily. "Why here? Of all places to send someone as psychologically plagued as me, why this repulsive place?"
"You're smart, B. You're brilliant. You were only a child, but Wammy great saw potential in you. There were some things wrong with you, but we figured as long as you didn't remember what you had done that you would be fine."
B walked over to the window, his hands on his head.
"So my whole life has been one big, elaborate lie." He said.
"No not exactly."
"Oh but it has!" B said, "Nothing I know about myself is true. I don't know my real name. I am no one, I don't exist!"
B was shaking and tears were accumulating in his eyes. "Is there anything else?" He spat.
"No, B."
"Good."
And he stormed out of the room.
…
He sat up in one of the branches of the tree beside the house, his long fingers gripping the bark. He could hear birds in the branches above him chattering away happily. He wished to be as careless as they were.
"My father..." B thought, staring at his hands.
He thought about all those dreams he had had over the years, all of the horrible things that had occurred within those nightmares. But they weren't nightmares, they were actual events. B's father had abused him. Was that why he was so fucked up? B sighed loudly, leaning back on the trunk of the tree. So apparently he had killed his dad. He wondered how he killed him. Did he choke him, or stab him? B could hurt people but he couldn't imagine killing someone. What about his mother? She died when she gave birth to B, so is that why B's dad hated him so much? Splendid, B thought, he had killed both his mother and his father. Was his mom pretty? B wondered if she had red eyes, like him.
"You killed my wife, you little shit." "She made a deal with that thing so you could live."
His father's voice echoed in his head on a loop. Thing.
"Beyond!" K yelled from below.
He climbed down from the tree and stood before her, just staring.
"Hey, what's the matter?" K asked, a worried look on her face.
He rubbed his eyes, tears streaking down his cheeks.
"K," He said quietly. "Can shinigami make deals with humans?"
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