Hey all! So welcome to my new story! I had actually written this about a year ago, but I just never got around to posting it. However, I like it too much to not share with you guys, so here you go! Please enjoy and review! - BloodyLawlipop
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Chapter Two: Music Box
Sora was awoken by a peculiar sound. She opened her tired eyes to see a red and black music box on a broken rusty table playing an unfamiliar felt horrible. She had a massive headache and her whole body felt like a sandbag. She had a sharp and fierce pain running along her left arm, her left shoulder, and her pale neck. She slowly sat up on a black bed she had never seen before and looked around an almost empty dark room. Sora could not see anything except the small music box. She didn't know where she was or how she got there. The only things that were in the room were some lit candles, a broken glass mirror, the bed she was on, and an old beat up Victorian-styled wardrobe. It was all very eerie, especially with the seemingly never ending music box that played alone.
"Where am I?" she asked herself, staring blankly at the music box. As she reached to close the box, she felt a cold and heavy object constrict her wrist. She looked down horrified to see a chain binding her and attaching itself to the bedpost. She struggled wildly to escape, but was stopped by the searing pain in her arm.
"Ah! Location is such an unimportant matter these days." said a male voice. The voice sent shivers down Sora's fragile frame. Sora looked across the room to see a body reclined against the black wall. The body looked almost dead. It was ghostly pale, awfully thin with jet black messy hair. The head of the body looked up and smiled maliciously at Sora. He wore a plain black long-sleeved shirt and faded blue jeans. He had crimson colored eyes with dark circles under them.
Sora gasped in shock, the gasp straining against her neck wound. He looked just like L. Her sweet L Lawliet who was most likely searching for her restlessly after her disappearance.
"Who are you?" she asked astonished at the resemblance between this criminally insane genius and her lover.
"Sora..." the man whined, "You don't remember me? How sad, but that is expected. Amnesia is a side affect of the drug."
"Why am I here?" Sora asked, completely oblivious to the man stalking quietly towards her.
"You are here because I want you to be here…with me, and you are quite the valuable asset." he whispered huskily into her ear playing with a strand of her dark brown hair.
Sora shrieked, remembering everything about this man. She remembered his name, what happened the night before, and just exactly how dangerous this man was.
"Beyond Birthday!" Sora whispered, quickly scooting back from the man that was now crouched on the satin bed.
"A splendid job my little Sora. Oh and just call Beyond." He looked at her oddly, with a small smirk portrayed on his pale small lips.
"You sick maniac! What do you want with me? Are you going to kill me?" Sora screamed. Her head started to hurt and she felt dizzy. She suddenly couldn't stop herself from slumping down into the soft, dark black sheets.
"Now why would I think of killing you Sora. There is no fun in that." Beyond said as he sat next to Sora. He started to stroke her face softly. "Do you feel ill Sora? You look rather pale." he asked, a worried look replacing his previously malicious one.
"You….psychopath…..don't touch…..me." Sora said softly. She was feeling so dizzy now she couldn't speak properly.
"You need to sleep my little Sora. Do not worry. When you wake up, I will be right here." he whispered softly as his pale fingers traced the now forming scar across her neck and her arm. Sora tried to stay awake, fearing the worst being next to Beyond Birthday, the World's most dangerous and gruesome serial killer. She simply could not stay awake. She closed her onyx-grey eyes and everything went black.