Chapter Eight: The Sky's Angry Angel

L was infuriated. His eyes were fixed on the monitor, staring in shock, horror, and rage. He watched as the sick man licked the crimson blood from the wound on his tormented lover's side. The agonizing look in Sora's onyx-grey eyes sent shocks down his rigged back. His fists were shaking and the palms of his pale hands were raw and drenched in blood, trailing up about mid- wrist. He wished so badly to be able to go into the monitor and bash the psychopath's skull into the rotting wall. He was yelling orders to anyone who got within a five meter radius of him to trace the location of the video call. When he whipped his head back to the screen, he saw Beyond firmly clasp Sora's face in his bloody hand and kiss her like a ravenous animal, tracing his tongue along her fragile lips that belonged to L and L alone. L could only stare and go on a violent rampage at the sight of this murderer push his sweet lover against him and devour her, coating her bloody face with her own fresh blood. Her eyes and body begged for L to make this sick man release her, and L could only watch. Beyond broke the kiss after what seemed to be an eternity and looked directly into the monitor, pulling Sora closer to his body. Beyond smirked teasingly at the enraged L on the other side of the monitor.

"Come find us L. We'll be waiting, but feel free to take your time. There's no need to rush Lawlipop. You know she's in excellent care." Beyond whispered huskily, chuckling to himself and licking the blood off his lips.

L was on the brink of going insane with rage. As soon as he glanced over at Sora, his whole expression changed. She was saying something to him, whispering ever so softly with her pale lips.

"L…..I'm sorry…please….forgive me…I'm sorry….L…I love you…"

His heart seemed to stop working. His ingenious mind couldn't think of anything. She was….apologizing? What for? It wasn't like she asked for Beyond to torture her. It wasn't her fault he had used her to concoct some sort of sick plan to get back at him. L gazed lovingly at his lover, traces of sorrow mixing in his eyes. He yearned so much to just cross over the damn monitor and release her from Beyond's sick masochistic grasp. He wanted to embrace her and reassure her and kiss the pain away. He wanted to heal every single mark of harm Beyond placed on her fragile frame. He wanted her back. He needed her here….with him.

"Sora! I love y-" L screamed out in heart wrenching agony, only to realize that Beyond had the audacity to cut him off. L stared at the blank monitors excessively, all the rage in his body being replaced with grief and a feeling of heartbreak. Cold tears streamed down his pale face, trickling down his face and landing on his blood stained sleeves. He started to shake, his fists clenching even more. He shouted angrily and slammed his fist down onto the table, causing his blood to splatter on the monitors. He slumped onto the floor, clenching his jet black messy hair with bloody hands. For the first time in all of his life, L couldn't think straight. The emotions he always kept bottled up finally exploded and clouded his mind.

Near heard the commotion in the monitor room and lightly patted in, holding a clean shirt and a glass of water. He nearly had a heart attack at the sight of his bloody, tear stained, and shaking idol slumped on the floor. Near took one look at him and the tears started rolling down the albino's childlike face. He ran straight towards the broken man and embraced him, not being able to stand the sight of L in this state. L's eyes sprang open at the contact, noticing the small boys tight hold and shaking sobs. After what seemed like an eternity, Near stepped back and looked at L. L was just sitting there, eyeing the clean shirt. Near looked apologetically at the man and tossed him the shirt. He quickly walked out, only to crash into a sprinting Mello. Mello didn't even recognize he had knocked out the small boy. He was headed to the monitor room where L was. Near was quickly helped up by Matt, who only signaled the boy to follow him, and then ran off to chase Mello.

Mello sharply entered the monitor room, almost running into L, who was now wearing a clean shirt, but he looked dead and lost. Mello froze in place at the sight. His ice blue eyes were locked on the older man's face. Mello had never seen l like this in his entire life. Not even when Watari forgot to restock his sweets supply that one time. Matt and Near soon entered the room. Matt saw Mello's paralyzed posture and L's cadaverous body standing in the room. The thought almost brought Matt to tears.

"L-L…We've…found her." Matt choked out, his eyes locked on L's face.

L's eyes widened and his eyes had a small glow that sparked with intensity. His heart painfully but slowly started to fill with adrenaline. The hunt was on.

The young men were startled at the sudden change in L, but they all had smiles plastered on their faces. Even Near had a small sweet smile spread across his lips.

This was their edge, their drug, their addiction. When they knew who the suspect was and where he was, the final moments sent electric chills down the young men's spines.

"Where is Sora's location Matt?" L's gaze stayed emotionless, but inside he was just yearning to hunt down Beyond and kill him with his own two hands.

"Yellow Box Warehouse. That place has been abandoned for about fifteen years and has no current owner of the property." Matt looked at L cautiously, unaware of how L might react.

"Near. How many SWAT team members can we gather in twenty four hours?" L said, his gaze sliding towards the expressionless albino.

"I am not quite sure at the moment, but I know I can pull together a minimum of twenty-seven by that time." Near's expression was blank, his mind racing with thoughts. What could he be planning?

L walked quickly to Mello, capturing the blonde boy's cold gaze with his own. "Mello, I need you to supply those SWAT team members with the appropriate weaponry. I will also need you to place explosives around the warehouse." L's eyes flicked to each boy. "Are we all in agreement?" he said coolly.

The three orphans exchanged odd looks at each other. They simply nodded and L walked away.

Mello was the first to speak. "Uh….what's going on?"

Matt simply shrugged and went back to the monitor where the warehouse blueprints were. Mello was headed towards once of the computers before something clicked in his head. Mello turned around, his shoulders shaking slightly. Near eyed him curiously before the cold realization hit him.

"Is Mello…..laughing?" the white haired boy glared at the blonde.

"Why is Mello laughing? Does he find this humorous?" Mello completely ignored the albino studying him and ran over to Matt excitedly, his eyes glowing with intensity.

"Heeeeeeey Matt!" Mello whispered playfully into Matt's ear, the redhead looking back absentmindedly at the excitable blonde.

"What."

"Guess what L has planned for that sick bastard!" his loud obnoxious voice causing Matt to twitch. He would usually be mad at the blonde for being so inconsiderate, but his words intrigued him.

"What Mello. What exactly is going on? Since you seem to know so much." He sighed. He really wanted to get back to work.

Before Mello could say anything, L showed up at the door. The boys looked up at him for any sort of guidance to what exactly was going on.

"Mello I can tell that you have most likely caught on to my plan. If that is the case, please make sure all three of you are ready to depart." He nodded at Mello.

Mello smirked back at and he let out a slight chuckle. "No problem! We'll be ready soon." he ran back to Matt and laughed. "Let's go Matt. Near, you too."

Matt and Near looked at Mello as if he had gone crazy. Before either of the teenage boys could question the other, Mello threw them each a fairly heavy box. Matt caught his with ease, but little Near caught his box only to be completely knocked down by the box's extremely heavy object. He quickly stood back up only to see the blonde Mafia member trying to suppress a laugh. The two boys opened the boxes only to see a dark tinted helmet, a bulky metallic suit, and a machine gun.

Before Matt of Near pulled out their new attire, Mello had already put on the suit and loaded up the gun. He stood there admiring the weapon. He took one look at his friends on the ground and grew impatient.

"Come on guys! We don't have all day! Get your lazy asses dressed!" he shouted angrily at the boys. Once Matt was suited up, he helped Near get into his armor. Near simply looked confused at the sight of the blonde chocolate addict smiling down at his gun. His cold blue eyes were gleaming with pride and intensity.

"Lets go Near." Matt pulled the fragile boy up, the redhead trying not to die of laughter at the sight of the small boy in the bulky metallic armor.

"Mello. What exactly are we going to do?" Near looked up at the blonde, his pale face emotionless as always.

"Stupid….we're going maniac hunting!" he laughed triumphantly and dragged the other boys down the hall with him.