A/N Here it is! Chapter two! I hope i made it interestring enough. Please review, i would love you forever... and ever... O.O

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The Dead Teach the Living

Chapter 2

Jelly Obsession

Sunnie felt her eyes deepen into narrowed daggers. Glares breathing down the backs of anyone who looked her way. Breath rapidly increasing, harshly pouring through her veins, stomach tied in knots of frustration, all signs of passionate vexation. Lips curled into a lower lip pout.

'After all I did for him…' she ground her teeth at the thought. 'He thinks he can just walk out on me?' Her fumes were conjuring smoke over her gearing brain. Her nose was wrinkled into an intensifying distaste. Hands clenching a mug full of tea, feet tapping rapidly against the floor in a deep thought. And all the eyes staring upon her were not pouring water on fire but rather enflaming it more. She hated the gazes of the people around her, as if she were vermin, a disease, it enraged her.

'They need to mind their own dang business…' she thought.

After the scene BB and her had caused everyone was being stupid and sticking their nose where it didn't belong. The glares, the whispers… it made Sunnie want to explode. She was still sitting in the velvet booth after being unsuccessful at bringing the male back. No, it wasn't that she couldn't bring him back. It was the simple fact of him disappearing! Once she had raced out of the door, he blended into the crowd of many. Gone. That was for sure.

She couldn't stray too far from the café to look for him either, knowing that she still had to meet up with her comrades and with no way of contacting them, the café was the only way they were going to be able to reunite. As much as Sunnie wanted to peruse the killer, she had not wanted to leave her sister behind.

The café the two had stopped in was quaint. It seemed a little old maybe form the 70's but it still held a new age feel to it as well. The walls were painted a cream white with purple roses and vines used as a border. A small bouquet of unclassifiable fake flowers accompanied each table also windows lined the wall. Each window had purple curtains covering them as shade. Slow jazz music usually hummed in the background but today they had the TV playing. It was a nice little diner, an eatery that Sunnie would visit every so often with her sister and occasionally her mother. She noted that since she hadn't been here in two years… they probably wouldn't recognize her.

Now, it was just her. What had she accomplished today exactly? Oh… that's right… she broke a serial killer out of jail? And for what you might inquire? To let him roam free! Since when did that become a good idea?

'Mmm… since never.' She hummed in her mind.

"Stupid…" the raven haired female muttered under her breath. She should have known not to trust the man. I mean, he was put in jail for a reason. She felt so utterly ignorant, I mean… she gave up everything on that stupid worthless human… she should have seen this coming from his deluded brain.

A sigh left her coursing breath as it spread into the air around her. She closed her eyes gently hoping to let the darkness under her lids allow a moment to think, and to get all those dang stares off her face! Her hand reached to hold her cheek in its delicate touch as her arm rested on the edge of the table. Her thoughts started trailing about, her mind being lost in the endless mind of plots.

"Breaking News," The television hanging above the window a few booths away played the news. It broke Sunnie's concentration, allowing her eyes to rise up to the screen. Her hand squished her cheek forward making her cheek to pout outward in an awkward manner. "Today, only 4 hours ago…" Sunnie glided her gaze to the window to see the sun setting in the distance; she hummed not knowing it was already getting dark.

"The Las Vegas Prison had caught on fire!" the woman tried to add enthusiasm. Sunnie propelled her head in the direction of the television allowing surprise to be displayed across her face. She slightly gasped as her head bobbled out of the comfortable position and sprang upright. The others in the café didn't really mind the news caster, thinking of it as the usual boring news, but Sunnie knew her eyes were to be glued to the screen till the report was over.

'I didn't think they would broadcast it till tomorrow!' she spat out in her mind.

"Unfortunately we have limited information, but we have been told that this was not an accident but a terrorist attack." She explained, as a picture of the burning grey building appeared to the left of her. "They say that two people were caught not too far from the sight and had explosives still on them. Police captured the two suspects and are now questioning them."

The screen then displayed pictures of the said suspects. Sunnie felt her heart skip a beat at the profiles displayed. She gasped aloud, a few stared in her direction. She felt the once unprecedented worry that filled her gut now become a true nightmare. She indented her eyebrows upward as she shot continued watery glances at the reporter.

"no…" she whispered. Two names were printed on the screen, both of which Sunnie knew all too well.

Stacy Vaughn, her beloved sister and Reganald Brooke, her comrade. They had been caught, red handed to say the least. Hand in the cookie jar… as some might say. There was no way out of the situation for them, they practically were already booked into the state jail.

'Caught with explosives?' The female questioned to herself. It was odd… she knew that the two should have gotten rid of those as soon as they walked out of the building. But… there was barely any time for rational thoughts, everyone was running around, it could have confused them.

Sunnie felt her gaze stare back into the same blue eyes her sister possessed, her brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail and was sprawled out across her right shoulder. A smile of joy on her lips as the picture was of her just two years ago when she was a senior. Sunnie remembered the day well, her sister sassing about what to wear. It all seemed like just yesterday.

The thought of her younger sister in jail… her fragile state crying in the corner. It was… horrific… it made her want to burst out in tears. They had made a pact that if one of them were to get caught… that we shouldn't go back on the plan… but that rule began to seem crueler and crueler as the seconds passed.

"Prisoners were evacuated just before the explosion occurred, they are now being transferred across different states where they will continue their sentences. The death toile has counted up to two individuals and 3 more were injured but not severely."

Sunnie felt as if she could just break down right there. Her sister was a goner, there was no way of getting her back and Sunnie knew that. Slowly, as the thoughts of rage began to increase her eyebrows indented into her skull heatedly. All their work… a waste. Two of them had been captured, one was nowhere to be found, and the goal of it all had walked out of the front door.

Months of planning, all the things she had given up on the process, her living expenses, her job, and now… her sister. It had all gone downhill since then. Everything was gone from Sunnie, her house, her job, her family, BB even. They had all bailed on her.

She couldn't get anything back... or… at least… she thought she couldn't. Her teeth gnawed on her lip.

But, the goal of this all… the man she had put her life on the line for… was still out there… she could… still get him.

Her eyes flickered wide as the thought still hung in her mind.

All hope was not lost. She would retrieve BB as her last resort, use him as he had used her. She still had a chance, it was slim, and she would have to work at it hard… and the chance of success was next to nothing. Her team was gone, her money, all her resources, but she still had the mastermind of it all… the last chess piece, the king. She could use him. For her sister… for her beloved family, she could not give up… no… not quite yet.

Sunnie hopped up from the booth, throwing a couple dollars down unto the table and dashing out of the diner.

Beyond Birthday trailed behind the small crowd of people casually. Each step would lighten the load he once carried, the 'free' man concept sounding especially entertaining with each fresh breath.

His eyes were squinted lazily, mouth agape, and hands retracted into his pockets. He still had the green outfit on from before, but he felt that the slight amount of attention wouldn't cause too much trouble.

His two feet soon passed the end of the crosswalk as the crowd of people dissipated and left him fairly alone. As he traveled down the path more and more he began to notice the decreasing amount of people, the sounds of the city becoming distant and replaced with only the sound of his own foot falls. He scanned the area, seeing the bus stop ahead reaching closer and closer.

The night had almost taken over the city, having the sun show only a splinter of its luminous light hover over the horizon and the rest of the sky turn from a red, to purple, to dark blue, to black to the east of him. It had only been about half an hour after leaving the diner; he had not traveled far, only about 5 streets over from where he first started his walk. The traveling was rather uneventful except for the fact that he had snatched a wallet from a stranger only to have it behold a single 5 dollar bill, enough for a bus ride anywhere he wanted.

As the street lamps switched on and the rest of the city began to follow suit, he neared the blue bus stop. The tall buildings skied over him, but were hard to see since shadows casted them unclear and dark. Colors were almost indistinguishable when it was more than 5 feet from one of the few lampposts. Calmness… yes… it was calm, almost to calm to the point of suspicion, but BB enjoyed the serine environment as much as he could.

Green, verde, grun, vert. (English, Spanish, German, and French) Whatever you wanted to classify said color as… all BB knew was that the color he saw under the light was the same he wore. That was the color that bathed the person. His feet stopped their movements as his gaze stared at the back of the head, the long black curly hair breezing in the direction of the setting sun. Arms were sprawled over the sides of the steel bench, crossed legs and an almost smug appearance around her. Since the figure was already waiting there, for obviously himself, there would be no point trying to escape. Besides, where else would he take the bus?

His feet started their repetitive movements once again. He plopped down on the right side of the bench, knees curling up to his shoulders as he mimicked a certain detective.

He remained quiet and allowed her to speak first. Knowing that he had no choice but to indulge in her company till the bus would arrive. As the silence ticked away, and the sound was limited to their breathing, the female sat quietly for moments.

"…" she uncrossed her legs, a sigh then following her actions. "I've been waiting for 10 minutes." She huffed out.

Sunnie made it seem as though she had made it here easily and without flaw, but that was far from the truth. After having to take 2 bus rides to look for him, a short taxi ride, search through the train station and interrogating several people she had concluded that he was here. Although the constant 20 minute sprint was not necessary… Sunnie felt otherwise.

"Impossible," he commented, his bright crimson gaze staring at her out of the corner of his eyes. "You weren't here for more than 3 minutes."

Sunnie felt her eyebrow furrow at the accusation. "T-that's not the point." She pouted, her white lie being immediately seen through. "You're still impressed I found you though!" she entitled her that victory.

"No… not especially." The man leant back on the steal bench as he stretched. Sunnie gave him a frown as she was not happy with his continuous comments of putting the female down. "I will say it is something a normal human may not have been able to accomplish… but nothing special for an FBI agent." He closed his eyelids as he spoke. Sunnie felt her mouth fall agape, her eyes widen.

"H-how…" she whispered to herself.

'How did he know that?' she hissed in her thoughts, ashamed she had not even been able to keep that a secret form the mastermind. 'Heck… he probably knows that I wear rainbow dotted underwear too!' she crossed her arms.

"Oh… I have my ways." He explained to Sunnie. "What is that you're wanting? I already denied your request on helping out with your case." He repeated.

"I know that," she retorted. "I'm here to persuade you."

"…" BB remained silent for a moment. "And how exactly do you plan to do that?" he questioned.

"L." she responded quickly. The sound of the letter hit BB's eardrums roughly, shaking him to the core. It had been awhile since he had heard that name… but he had not gone a single day without thinking of him… loathing him… knowing that he was beneath him. The emotion in his eyes changed, they went colder, harsher than before… an unknown hatred came along with it.

Sunnie had not thought that it would work; it was simply a guess that BB had distaste for the male after reviewing the LABB murder cases… but she had guessed it had struck a nerve. A smirk appeared on her lips. There was something going on between them, although it was hard to define what that was.

Ah yes… he was caught now. After saying that simple letter Sunnie had him caught up in her web, she could control his every move. It was her turn to be the puppeteer.

The moment that Beyond Birthday thought he was a free man… it was replaced again. It was replaced with the feeling of being controlled, not only by L, his emotions… but this female as well. She knew what buttons to hit… and he guessed this 'vacation' would not be like he had expected it to be. No… it would be far more interesting.

Elsewhere…

The light above was painful to her eyes. It reached down into them and burned intensely. It struck her as horridly… scary, panicking her more. It made her lips clench, toes curl, stomach flip, lungs stop, and heart rapidly increase. Splitting her grasp on reality was the implanted drug that ran through her system. It made her nauseous, disoriented, deluded, and hallucinate. Moments would pass that she saw figures running from one end of her vision to the other, the next second she would see blood pouring out of her heart unto the straps she was with restrained in. But now, she couldn't tell if it was a dream or not, people wearing white coats holding silver utensils that looked similar to tool equipment surrounded her in a circle. They held the objects, inspecting them as they chattered on, but their voices would mix and blur together, making for the sounds to be distant whispers.

Being a dream or not, it still made her heart throb and her eyes go wide. Her arms struggled under the belts. Her body tried to break free from the restraints as she kicked every limb up and down, even this amount of effort though only shook the cold metal surface under her. She was confused, so much despair and concern filling her thoughts.

Tears ran down her cheeks as the rag stuffed in her mouth caused her to not only gag but contain the yells and curses that only were heard as mumbles and insignificant sequels. Her dark midnight blue eyes darted from left and right as her vision blurred and the picture painted in front of her was hard to unscramble.

Her short curly brown hair was pulled away from her face to reveal the oval shaped chin she possessed. Her body shook with an indescribable fear, horrid and blood chilling dread. She pictured how her body would be found, a bloodied mess, shredded corpse, a long shot from an honorable and pleasant death. She felt as if this was the end, she could almost hear the church bells ringing and an angel coming down to lift her up to her eternity.

She didn't know who these people were…. But they surely couldn't be the police. No, she didn't know who would do this to her. Be this violent, put her through these terrors… it made her convulse at even the thought of what they had done to her already, not to mention what they were going to do. She was once at the police station and the next she had woken up here… she didn't know how she had gotten here or even why she was there. She just knew she didn't want to die like this, she knew she had much to live for.

"Stacy Vaughn…" she heard a mumbled version of her name. The voice was unusually calm as it would sooth some ears but only made her body rigid and stiff. "We'll see you in a while." He commented. A needle of sorts was put to her face, the clear liquid shined in the white ambient light, allowing her to see what they would inject her with. It was gone from her vision as she felt a sharp burning pain shoot through her forearm and spread throughout her body. And then… she felt sleepy. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head and closing them for what might be forever. The last thought she had… was that of her mourning sister at her funeral that was to come.

"So what are you planning?" BB asked. His voice was quiet but not to the point of him whispering. They had gotten on the bus, planning to buy tickets to the train station a few miles away. Apparently Beyond Birthday took this as his queue to ask questions. It was only a 10 minute ride, but they would have time to clear things up.

They shared a single row, Sunnie pushed against the window as BB was lounging next to her. The lights of the passing city coming into vision and then disappearing. It was quiet, a little too quiet for comfort. There was only the bus driver, Sunnie and BB and one lonely passenger sitting in the back. The soft sound of the radio playing up at the front was that of some 50's music that Sunnie had never heard before. She repositioned on the blue ripped, torn, and slightly stained cushion before turning to face BB.

"Well…" Sunnie thought about her answer. She had indeed planned past the part of breaking BB out of jail, so this question was not without an answer. "We had planned to take a train ride to a town outside of Chicago… we had a hotel ready with a small stash of cash located nearby. From there we would just keep a low profile, but since everyone thinks you're dead because of a guard that did not care to escort you out of the prison with the others… we really shouldn't have that much trouble with the law." Sunnie explained.

But now, there was another part of the plan that Sunnie had made only half an hour ago. She would wait about a week when the police station where her sister and Reg were staying at was at low security… stake out the place… and rescue her sister. Everything was probably too tight that she would get caught when she tried to break them out, not to mention she knew nothing about where they were, nor did she have a team, equipment or anything. But she would find out a way… she just needed the week to do so. And in this week she didn't she why they couldn't start on the case.

"Have you forgotten?" BB asked. Sunnie slightly tilted her head as her thoughts were broken.

"What?" she responded, not knowing as to what BB was referring to?

"You are also presumed dead. You apparently had not gotten out of the explosion in time." BB explained.

"Yes?" Sunnie ushered him to continue.

"Well that means two things…" he held up two fingers. "One, your sister and comrade are not only being charged with being terrorist bombers… they are also being charged with murder." Yes… Sunnie knew that. "and 2… how will you be able to work on a case if you are dead?" he questioned. "You don't have access to the crime scene I presume."

"No… but the crime scene has been cold for 6 months now… there isn't anything that the police have that you can't find out online or from what I have collected already. And if the need arises that we visit the crime scene… we can just… enter without consent." Sunnie shrugged off the question.

"And L…" BB seethed out the letter. "What does he have to do with all of this?"

"He's been working on the case since about 3 months ago… and surprisingly, the best detective in the world is just as stumped as everyone else on the task force. That… or he just isn't telling anyone about his progress." Sunnie answered. A grin appeared on BB's lips, it was eerie… alarming… it spread across his face. Sunnie twitched back at the sight. "Creepy…" she muttered to herself.

"And what exactly are you wanting me for?" he still withheld his giant smirk.

"You are intelligent…" she paused in her answer.

"Noted…" BB commented.

"I need you to solve the case… and I need you to tell me everything. No secrets like that L detective is doing. I'm going to be a part of this case… I don't want to be in the background and never find out who did it… I'm going to be of use. I'm going to catch that killer…" Sunnie withheld a displeased face as she spoke.

"mmm" Beyond murmured a reply, seeming a little preoccupied with his thoughts. A few moments of silence passed. He then abruptly stood as he called out to the driver of the bus. "We can stop here!" his voice echoed through the empty seats. Sunnie frowned at his actions, head tilted in confusion. The bus slowed to a final stop, the doors propelling open and the sound of the engine running filled the ears of Sunnie.

"Why are we stopping here?" she questioned as she stood, climbing out of the seat and skipping towards BB as he exited the bus.

"Were going to need supplies." He commented simply.

"I told you… I already have that covered." Sunnie took the leap off the steps and landed swiftly on the concrete. She peered up to see that they were at a local convenience store.

"Yes… but I know you probably forgot the most important idem…" he walked towards the doors leading to the General Store. "Jam…" he whispered.

Sunnie hopped after him, her head shaking in disagreement. "What's with the stupid jam?" Sunnie bit the inside of her cheek.

"Not just any jam…" BB started. "Strawberry Jam my dear,"