I know, it was a cliffhanger last time. Just deal with it, ok?

I do not own Mistborn or Death Note.

Recap:

Zara could hear more screaming. And it was coming her way.

Zara's eyes widened in fear, and her eyebrows arched even farther than before. "Another person?" she whispered in horror. "How many people are going to die? How many people are we going to see get murdered?"

L looked at her, putting a finger to his lips. "Shh," he whispered back. "Wait and see." the screaming was getting closer and closer. Louder and more distinct, and even more… familiar. Zara flared her tin, heightening her senses further. Suddenly she could feel every single thread in her scratchy dress and taste the scent of blood in the air. But she could also hear the screaming better. She was positive she had heard that voice before, but where…?

And then it clicked. And the doors opened.

Beyond.

He was standing in between two inquisitors, who were both griping his arms forcefully. He had dark circles under his red eyes, as if he hadn't slept enough recently. His hair was much messier than before. Even his clothing looked disheveled. And he was pleading for help.

"No!" he screamed, shouting at the inquisitors. He knew what was coming, or at least knew the basis of it. Death. "Please, stop! AAAAAH!" his eyes were full of horror and fear.

"B-beyond…?" Zara whispered hesitantly from the window.

"Eh?" she heard Light and Matt say, confused.

"What the—" was all Mello could say. Recognition filled their faces, but at the same time… not recognition? Beyond looked very similar to L, certainly, but not the same. Zara was sure they saw that much, at least.

"BEYOND!" Zara screamed. Suddenly, the inquisitors turned her way, forgetting about Beyond and the unfinished inquisitor. Even Beyond stopped struggling, and was looking up at her with surprise. Then, Zara remembered something.

They could see her.

She did a quick calculation in her head. There were three of them, plus the unfinished one. However, there were only five others, plus Zara. But if she counted Beyond… it still wouldn't be enough. He was only a pewterarm—a thug—and he didn't even have metal with him. not that Zara or her friends had much, either.

Crap, she thought to herself. I'm going to die. The inquisitors burst into action, moving quickly towards Zara and the others.

"Run!" shouted Matt as he jumped from the windowsill. He dropped a coin as he descended, pushing on it to slow his fall to a more manageable speed. At the same time, Light, Near, and Mello jumped off and followed.

"Come," said L, taking Zara's wrist and forcing her to plunge off the windowsill.

She screamed. "What about Beyond?" she asked as they fell.

"We have no time," said L calmly. "You have to trust that he can make it out on his own."

"But what about those inquisitors?" she argued as they landed, burning pewter to keep their bones from breaking. L hadn't even bothered to throw a coin down. "He's no match for them!"

"You mean the three inquisitors that are following us?" he asked.

"What?" Zara exclaimed as she turned around to find, low and behold, three inquisitors falling through the air behind them.

"Hurry!" said L, in an annoyed tone as he pulled her along by the wrist with a pewter enhanced tug. "Unless you would like to spend more time with these friends of yours?" Zara nodded fearfully as she flared her pewter, sprinting along with L to catch up to the others. Beyond would just have to make it out himself.

Beyond looked at the unfinished inquisitor. It had blood dripping from its spike in the eye, and was smiling gleefully.

"No, no," it said. "I cannot kill him now. Why, if I did then what would the others think?" he paused, as if waiting for a response. "Well, I suppose I could torture him a bit, but it isn't fun unless you finish the job off. Right?"

What is this thing, and why is it talking to himself? Thought Beyond. It was getting creepy, the way it would say something to the air, pause for a bit as if waiting for a response, but then actually say something else. As if it had heard a response from someone. Or something.

"I'm telling you, I don't think he's evil. No, I don't care what Marsh thinks. Oh, and you do?"

Who was this Marsh he was talking about, and why does it matter what Marsh thinks?

"Look, I understand that we have to go by the plan, but the others—" the unfinished inquisitor was cut off by something. "Okay, fine. You win this time, my friend." The inquisitor started towards Beyond, a horrifying smile about its face. It tried punching, but Beyond ducked and spun, placing his foot out to trip the inquisitor. However, the inquisitor saw at the last moment what Beyond was trying to do and jumped, clearing the move. It landed on Beyond's exposed leg.

Beyond cried out in pain as he felt his leg break. Normally, pewter would allow him to avoid a move such as this, but he didn't have metal with him. So instead, his leg broke, and for the first time, Beyond got to experience the pain of a broken bone.

He rolled over onto one side as the inquisitor jumped off his leg and onto the ground beside him. It stared at Beyond, with a malignant look on its face as it smiled. All Beyond could do, though, was curl up and hold his broken leg, crying out in pain and pleading for help. Pleading for the pain to stop.

"What?" the inquisitor asked. It wasn't looking at Beyond anymore, but instead was talking to itself. "Really? Are you sure? But just a few moments ago you said—" It stopped, rolling its remaining eye as if listening to a parent lecture him. Beyond stopped screaming now, and looked up at the inquisitor with interest. "Fine, I'll go tell Marsh."

The inquisitor looked down at Beyond. "I should probably take you, shouldn't I?" it asked. It picked Beyond up, holding him bridal style (which must have been embarrassing for him) ad started to carry him out of the room. Until it hit a wall. Beyond cringed in pain.

"Oops," it said. "I guess I need to get the rest of the inquisitor spikes to see like they do." He laughed. "It's a good thing I still have one eye left."

It continued on, carrying Beyond out of the room and down a set of stairs. Marsh lived on the lower levels of the building, because that was the place safest from attacks. After all, not only was he over three hundred years old, but he was also the founder and head of the organization which captured mistborn and created inquisitors. He wasn't a bad person—or at least, he had a good personality—but people didn't always appreciate his inquisitor idea.

He insisted it was for the good of the world.

Kelsier: What was that for? You kicked me out of the opening!

Teasha: Oh? Wanting to do the disclaimer now?

Kelsier: ... a little...

Teasha: Ok, you can do it next time. It was just a big cliffhanger last time and I know they didn't want to hear you blabbing.

Kelsier: Excuse me?

Teasha: Well, it's true.

Kelsier: ...Review and I'll get Teasha-san to hug you!

Teasha: Hey! I don't like that idea!

Kelsier: Too late!