Chapter 7: Runaways
Now we start to get back on track with the original plot. It's longer this time and will make more sense, I promise.
This chapter is dedicated to everyone in the world trade center on September 11, 2001. I know it bares no relevance, but you brave souls all have your own stories to tell, all of which are amazing ones of hope, courage, and a great will to survive. I know this chapter bares no relevance to such tragedy, but I hope just as I am telling this story, your stories can be heard as well.
Beyond ran down the hall. He didn't take any detours in getting to his room as soon as possible. He dashed straight past Cat reading one of those Twilight books. BB couldn't have cared less about her right now. He grabbed a leather satchel and filled it with everything he needed.
Just as Edward and Bella were about to kiss on their wedding day, C looked up from her book.
"Hey Backup, whatcha packin' for?" she asked in her sickly sweet voice that still hadn't changed in the years she'd been living here.
Cat was the first student at Wammy's to not be training to take L's place. Instead, she was honing her talents in fashion design. Catherine Sander, her true name, was one of Misa Amane's favorite designers. That frilly outfit she wore when Mogi and Aizawa came to search her house was one of C's designs. Another one was the tight-fitting pink dress with the heart-shaped collar Misa and her friends wore during the party with the Yotsuba executives.
I'm sorry. I've gotten a bit off track. Excuse me.
Beyond Birthday didn't respond. He just continued stuffing clothes, his knife, and a few other essentials into the bag.
"Answer me when I talk to you, Backup!" Cat yelled.
Beyond Birthday almost took the knife out of his bag and cut the girl into a million pieces, but he resisted. The killer spirit was still lying somewhere dormant inside of him.
"I'm leaving, Cat. So long and goodnight." Beyond said, before taking off through the gates.
Cat smiled, looking around the white-walled room she now had to herself. This existence was going to be a bit more fun without that red-eyed freak to drag her down.
BB looked around the small town of Winchester. Where would he go? Beyond looked around, his crimson eyes scanning the area. The names and lifespans of the inhabitants of the town floated above their heads. They stared at him. The barefooted, wild-haired boy with the strange eyes attracted a lot of attention. This was the first time BB had seen Winchester up close in years since he had been brought to Wammy's at the age of nine, about eight years ago.
Something caught his eye. Movement up in the bell tower of the old church. A flash of red hair. Could it be? No, that's impossible. A was dead, right? Well, where else would he have to go? It couldn't help to try.
BB let himself into the bottom of the church's bell tower.
"A!" he called. "If you're here, answer me! It's Beyond!"