Matt
I weave between the towers of junk leering above me. Broken mattresses, beds, discarded toys and other things not distinguishable in the dark. I pull someone by the wrist behind me as I scream something over and over, following the dark streaked trail on the cold concrete. Upon turning a corner, the thick smell of blood reaches me. My companion breathes shallowly in surprise; I drop to the ground screaming, cradling something that's breathing unevenly. Other people arrive. The figure in my arms smiles, and goes still.
"Matt? Matt! Wake up!" My hands are clammy and my hair is stuck to my forehead as someone shaking me gently jerks me awake, still screaming. Two hands are placed either side of my head, encouraging me to look straight forward. Miheal smiles brightly when I look into his eyes, becoming focused again.
"Yay! Back on Earth are we?" he doesn't release his hold on me, but eases up slightly, brushing hair out of my face. Like B did. Like A. My breathing is ragged, weak and forced. Miheal notices.
"Okay then bro, deep breath in;" I follow his instructions as calmly as I can. "Annnd deep breath out. You okay now mate?" Miheal's wide azure eyes look me over concernedly, but he still smiles. I return the gesture and nod.
"Im good. It was just a dream. It felt so real though…." I trail off. Miheal rolls his eyes.
"Was it that same one again?" I nod lightly. He chuckles and ruffles my hair roughly.
"Im alive Matt. Im fine, See? Dead people can't do this." He laughs, proceeding to flick my forehead. I try to feel reassured, but I can't shake the feeling that it was more than a dream. Of course I can't tell Miheal this, but Kara has been acting strange around him recently, staring at him, arguing with B, and giving me sad looks when she thinks I can't see. And Kara knows when people are going to die. I turn my head away from Miheal and smirk. Im being stupid. Of course he won't die. He can't. I shoved Miheal off the bed, and laughed, until he grabbed my ankle and pulled me off after him. We wrestle on the floor, both laughing. Ironic that violence makes me feel better. Miheal is considerably stronger than me, and is a cheat. He straddles my stomach, pinning my arms under his feet, and smirks.
"What you gonna do now mate? You're stuck now! Ha-ha!" He grins. I give him a lopsided grin back. Looking behind him I calmly raise my head.
"Oh look! Chocolate!" I exclaim. Miheal turns around suddenly giving me the perfect opportunity. I knock him off and grab him in a headlock.
"That's cheating matt!" he grouches indignantly. I only laugh.
"That's your opinion. Really mate, you'd be easy to kill. You're so easily distracted. Watch it, or my dream might become real." I can almost feel his eye roll.
"Yeah yeah idiot. Let go or I swear on your video games, I'll rip out your spine and bash you across the jaw with it." He whispers with mock anger. Miheal's threats aren't to be ignored. I release my grip and stand back up, dragging myself back onto my bed again.
"Why were you in here anyway? Did my screaming wake you again?" I ask suddenly. Miheal nods.
"Dude, you probably woke half the orphanage." He laughs. "Either way, I can't get back to sleep now. Fancy a gaming marathon?" He smiles knowingly. I shrug, sneering at him.
"Sure, just don't break the controller this time." I chuckle under my breath as we make our way to the living room.
By mid-afternoon the next day, we're both exhausted, so Miheal doesn't bother going for Near's throat this time when he stumbles into the living room, looking as worn out as us. He freezes a little when he sees Miheal, but reads the situation and decides he will probably survive. He shuffles over and sits on the sofa closest to me with one knee coddled against his chest. I take note of the plaster above his eye and frown discreetly in Miheal's direction. I also notice his tired demeanour.
"Are you alright Near?" I ask with a hint of concern. Miheal seems to notice, glaring at him out of the corner of his eye, with a look that tells he would love to rip off his limbs, before turning away again. Near returns the gesture with a raised eyebrow, and a look that I can read as "Just try it, I dare you." I sigh, watching Near's sluggish movements.
"In truth, I haven't slept well this past week. I've been having nightmares a lot." I furrow my eyebrows.
"You too? What were they about? If you don't mind me asking." I expect him to be apprehensive in sharing. He simply shrugs.
"You were there. You were dragging me by the wrist. It was dark." He looks up to the left, trying to remember the details. I feel my blood start to run cold.
"You were screaming something as we moved between broken beds, mattresses, stuff like that. We were following..." I cut him off quickly, the blood draining from my face.
"We were following a trail of blood." I finish. Near looks at me in shock. Miheals attention focuses in on the conversation, and crawls to my side.
"You two had the same dream? What the hell? That's some creepy voodoo shit right there." He tries to laugh off. Near stares at him, catching Miheals eyes. Surprisingly with a hint of concern he adds:
"You were dead." His voice sounds cold, shaky. Miheal stares at him angrily when my breathing again becomes forced. I feel my chest ache as my lungs seem to stop working. My body start to tremble and I grip my knees tightly until my knuckles turn white. I don't know what's happening, but I start to zone out of my surroundings. Near is quickly kneeling beside me. I hear Miheal's worried voice raised.
"What's happening? Matt! What's wrong with you?" His voice increasingly panicked. I hear Near's smooth voice a moment later, calm, but obviously worried.
"He's having a panic attack. Calm down Miheal, it won't help for you to get worked up to. Now shut up and back off." He replies sternly. I see Miheal grudgingly back off, eyes still fixed on me. Near's kneels in front of me and copies Miheal's actions the previous night. But he takes my hands in his, rubbing gentle circles into my palms as he instructs me to steady my breathing. Eventually I feel my chest stop constricting, and the tremors stop. Near smiles a little, looking into my eyes with his, I notice, beautiful stormy ones.
"There we go..." He coaxes. He doesn't drop my hands, apparently unsure if it worked yet. I nod little to reassure myself im okay now. Near understands.
"Have you had panic attacks before in the past?" he asks tentatively. I shake my head. He hums a little in thought, looking past my shoulder at Miheal before sighing and pulling me to my feet.
"We'd better go to the nurse, just in case. Can you stand?" I don't have time to answer before I stumble a little, tripping into him. He snickers.
"Okay then. Miheal, get his other side."
So the three of us walk off together, me in the middle. Supported by arguably the only two people left that I care about.
B
My body isn't mine anymore. I know that. I've come to except it. But I also know the thoughts I'm having aren't completely mine either. I'm moving in a haze as I see my hands work in the dark to prise open the loose panel by the wall near the front door, stuff a rucksack inside, and close the gap. I smile darkly. Should all go to hell, I have supplies to run away. But at the same time, I don't want to do this. But we made our choice. BB and I will not succeed L. We will surpass him, as the world greatest criminal. I smirk. I never liked the idea of being a detective anyway.
Checking that no one is around, I pull my hood up and stalk back to my room. I stand in the centre of the room, getting the feeling that this will be the last night spent in here. I laugh quietly to myself. The feeling of murder was so wonderful before. It's the only way I can feel alive now. I tell myself as I sit by the window, staring out at the moonlight flooding the trees surrounding the building in a cold, bluish light. Kara won't look at me. She sits on the bed with her back turned. It hurts that she won't talk to me. As odd as it sounds, a god of death is opposed to me killing? That makes no sense. I stay in the same spot all night, until I fade off to black, and the sneering form in the corner of the room fades too, crawling into my mind with a laugh.
What have I always told you B? I am in control. Because of your dark mind, I am very much real. And I am in control. And I will remain that way until the day we die.
Miheal Keehl.
"Miheal?" My sister chokes weakly as I enter the room with a doctor. She's laying back in the hospital bed without signs of serious injury. The only visible wound is a cut on her head. I run to her and hug her. She clasps me tightly, holding back sobs. I don't understand.
"What's wrong? Where's mum and dad? " I ask worriedly. Elsie pulls away to look at me. She struggles for words.
"Mello…They…were killed when the truck hit…" I feel a heavy feeling, similar to a boulder balancing on my shoulders and my stomach. I feel myself sink further into the bed. I hold back tears, desperate not to show weakness.
"And…Rae?" My little baby sister who I love fiercely. Did she? She can't have…
Elsie's long fair hair falls over her face and she sobs. I can't take it anymore. I clutch to Elsie and release sobs so violent that the world blurs.
"She died in my arms when I visited her. We're all we have left in the world."
I pace around wiping tears from my eyes as I recall the memory. Stupid emotions. If only I could cut off from them. If only I had died too. I shake off the thought. Drying my eyes and leaving the room. I wonder around the house, finding it nearly empty. Everyone is outside or in their rooms. I woke up this morning with the feeling something would happen. The eerie silence of the house does nothing to calm me.
I try to turn my thoughts to other things. The first subject that comes to mind is Matt and Near. Near's always been strange, in fact, I've heard he murdered his father at three years old and ended up in an asylum up until Watari and L had him brought here. Matt however, only recently started acting strange.
I furrow my brow as I walk into the kitchen. That dream they had. I hadn't mentioned it at the time, because Matt could've had another panic attack… but I'd had almost exactly the same dream, just from a different perspective. I remember it in more detail than any other dream I've ever had.
It was dark. I could feel a heaviness in my body, barely keeping my eyes open as my own blood ran into them. I heard Matt screaming my name, but I was too weak to reply. He found me, cradling me as Near watched with a shocked expression. Matt's tears mixed with mine on my bloodied cheeks.
What is going on in this damn place? Why did we all have that dream? I sigh, facing a window. As I watch the breeze brushing against the trees outside, a chill goes down my back.
I get the intense feeling that im being watched as I step into the kitchen. I hear a noise behind me, turning my head to find a fowl smelling rag held over my nose and mouth. Im not stupid. This is chloroform. I hold my breath, panicking and trying to fight back. That's when I feel a sharp pain as a knife pierces my flesh, and the chloroform is again held to my nose and mouth until the world slurs, and goes black. The last thing I hear is a voice thick with dark amusement.
"Don't try to scream. I know you want to die. Let me help you. Shhhhh."
BB
I hadn't planned this to be so messy, but years of built up madness and anger seep out all at once. I drag the knife along every inch of his skin as he shudders weakly. He's mutilated. But the stubborn kid isn't dead yet. Though that works in my favour. He hasn't seen my face at least. The initial stab wound wasn't too deep, or he'd have died by now.
He wakes up as I drag the knife along his forehead, trying to scream, but I clamp a bloodied, gloved hand over his face. I smile, laughing quietly. Blood drips down his face violently. I dig my fingers into the head wound, dragging more blood down his face, letting it fall beneath his eyes like beautiful, bloody tears. I can tell now that he won't hold on much longer, I stand pulling the blindfold off him and moving to hide as I hear someone open the door…
Kara
I tried so hard to stop him, but he wouldn't listen to reason. I foolishly believed he wouldn't go along with it. But I had never been more wrong. I watch with horror as B leaves the poor boy, once full of life, twitching on the verge of death. I would cry if I could as Matt cries at his friend's side. If I had a heart it would snap as Elsie Keehl hears Matt's screaming, and comes to see what's happening. I almost crumple to the floor as I see her cradling him, even when I can no longer see his chest moving. I can no longer see his numbers. B leaves undetected in the commotion, but im unable to move. I try to snap out of it.
Im a Shinigami. A God of Death. I shouldn't be affected by this.
I fly through the ceiling, finally gathering my thoughts and following B as Watari runs down to the basement. I watch as B scrubs off the blood and the knife, and disposes of the blindfold and gloves in the fireplace. He doesn't bother cleaning the kitchen as the blood trail has already been discovered. As he walks to his room, he stops at a window, staring at something. I ask him what it is, but he shakes it off, insisting it was nothing. So he goes to his room and locks the door. I watch his face as he sits on the edge of his bed, and I'm surprised when he puts his head in his hands.
"What am I doing? I got too sloppy. They'll find out it's me sooner than we planned. You were supposed to kill him cleanly BB!" He whispers angrily. He supposedly stops to listen to the reply in his head before shaking his head and laying down on his back heavily. This kid really has lost it.
Matt
My mind had struggled to comprehend the blood trail reminiscent of the one in the dream as I dragged Near by the wrist to follow it with a cold chill going over our bodies as we stepped into the basement. The dream happened almost exactly as I remember in reality. Somehow I knew what we were going to find at the end of the trail, but it didn't stop my heart lurching into my stomach when I saw my friends barely breathing body, mutilated almost beyond recognition with all the blood colouring his normally pale skin.
I ran to him, screaming his name and cradling him against me. All the while Near had sat back, eyes wide in shock, with tears prickling at the corners. Soon enough, others arrived to see what the screaming was. Coby and L were in absolute shock, and Elsie broke down. I reluctantly let go of Miheal, and Elsie held him to her, speaking softly. Miheal had said something, smiling before his tiny body stilled. Near caught me as I fell into him. He kept his arms around me, patting my hair down gently whispering soothing words, all the while staring at the body with an almost blank expression. The only sounds that could be heard were the collective crying wails of Elsie and I.
Now, shut away in my room, I stare at the far wall and recall memories that strangely, I was too young to remember. I was a baby.
His arms shook as his mother pressed his baby brother into them and pushed him into the Livingroom. She moved the sofa slightly to reveal a hatch.
"Stay down there until we tell you to come out." The panic in her voice told him now wasn't the time to be stubborn like usual. He realised that someone was in the house now. He could hear his father shouting. He clambered into the hatch, closing it fully until he heard his mother push the sofa back over it and run out of the room. He pushed it open slightly so all he could see was the room at ankle height. The sofa would stop anyone realising it was there.
Soon enough the door of the room was pushed open again. His mother, father and five men walked in. His parents were pushed to their knees. Alejandro recoiled in horror, closing the hatch as he heard a deep voice, and two gunshots. He heard the voice yell:
"Where are the kids? They have two of 'em. We were told to wipe out the whole family." Alejandro had been so focused on what was going on that he didn't realise that Matt had been woken up by the gunshot. A realised just in time to cover the child's mouth and rock him gently to stop him crying, despite his own terrified sobs.
They were hidden there for two hours whilst the hitmen turned the whole house over. Then A heard the door open again, and five gunshots sounded. The two boys both cried that time, paralysed in fear. The sofa was pushed aside again, and the hatch was lifted. Alejandro expected to be killed right then, but instead, he was met by a kind looking man. He was fairly old, dressed in a suit. He was wearing a gun in a holster. A knew this man. He was a friend of their parents.
"Mr Watari?" A stuttered. Watari smiled sadly.
Another memory.
A's death. The body under a crisp white sheet, stained slightly with blood. My last family gone.
First my parents, then my brother. And now Miheal.
I hear a gentle knock on the door and acknowledge it with a quiet: "Come in." Elsie pushes open the door, closing it behind her carefully. My expression softens when I see hers. Her eyes glisten with the remnants of tears in them. Her cheeks are flushed red and she's biting her lip. Nevertheless, she smiles carefully.
"Hi Matt." Her voice sounds slightly hoarse, I notice. "The police are talking to everyone downstairs, but L threatened to dropkick them if they tried to harass you yet." She smiles a little. I do my best to return the gesture. She walks further into the room and sits beside me by the window.
"Tell him I said thank you." I answer her the best I can, my voice still shaking. She nods.
"I will. So, Matt…I just wanted to give you this, the police found it in Miheal's room." She hands me a folded piece of paper. I look at her confused. She nods at it.
"It's up to you whether you think you can deal with it yet. It's a letter Miheal wrote for you. From the sounds of it, he knew something might happen and wrote these for the people he cared about. There was one for L, Coby and I and one for you…" She paused, wrapping her arms around me when she saw the tears in my eyes.
"He saw you as a brother Matt. He really loved you. I just think you should know that his life was significantly improved when he met you. He told me himself." She starts to cry quietly. I join her.
"He was the only family I had left…" I trail off. I feel Elsie shake her head.
"No Matt. He was my brother, and you were his. You're my family too. And L and Coby feel the same. Besides," She pulls away. "read the note. Miheal made a good point about this topic that you might be interested in."
Later that night I finally gather the courage to flip open the letter.
Matt,
A few years ago my parents died in a car crash. That I've already told you before. What I never told you is that my baby sister Rae also died a few hours after.
For years I felt so alone. I couldn't make friends; I was stuck in a foster home filled with older kids who were favoured. I was pretty much isolated from everyone. Although I seemed excitable when we met, I was actually just happy to not be shut away alone in a dark room anymore. I felt empty until I met you.
You made me happy again. You will always be my brother Matt.
If you're reading this, it's because my bad feeling had a meaning behind it, and I'm dead.
First of all- shit.
Second of all- fuck!
And thirdly- Don't believe for one second that you're alone now. Elsie and L will look after you. Not to mention Watari.
Never tell him this, but I don't actually hate Near. He is an annoying, probably psychotic freak, but he's intelligent as fuck, and fiercely protective of you. You might notice if you get your head out of video games. I feel comforted that he will take care of you now that I can't.
I'm pretty certain he loves you.
Maybe I'll see you again one-day brother, and when I do, I'm gonna wrestle you till you convulse on the floor with your spine binding your hands together. Be very afraid.
See ya later Matty!
P.S- If there's no chocolate I'm going to be pissed.
I smile. Tear's streaming onto the page as I laugh and shake my head, looking at the ceiling.
Yeah brother. See you later.
Kara
I hover listening to the conversation between Coby and L. I frown sadly as Coby flips out.
"Now my brother hates me!" Coby scoffs, hitting his head on a wall. L shakes his head sympathetically.
"You did accuse him of murder, that's gets to people, trust me, I know."
It's true. Moments ago, Near had been in here and Coby had accused him of Miheal's murder. Much to Nears despair, and Elsie had carried him out of the room crying. Coby shakes his head guiltily.
"He killed our father with no emotion. Even if he deserved it, I can't help but think he could do this." L smirks coldly.
"I know, but I think we should speak to B. Whoever killed Mello was sloppy enough to leave evidence, and I have a pretty good case to argue out with him."
They both stand and leave the room.
That's when I panic, flying to find B before they do.
B
They know. I know they do. If that dream had any truth, they'll be here soon. I tuck something under my shirt as I hear someone knocking on the door. I hurriedly wipe at my face. I had been crying, purely out of terror. Kara told me what she overheard, giving me a few minutes to think about my next move. I clear my head as the door opens, and I turn to face Coby and L.
I manage to remain relatively calm as they walk me through the halls with Coby gripping my shirt collar. Images flash through my mind.
"Beyond are you alright?" A white haired boy asks me with a kind, concerned expression on his face. Along with a deep bruise under his right eye. I know now that he was abused.
"Ok…if you're sure you're not dying or something!" He reply's light-heartedly when he catches me staring, his hands shaking slightly as he walks away.
His body dead with me standing over him sneering. L's pained wails.
"I'll kill you B!"
I snap out of the thoughts, composing myself as we come to a door and L pushes it open. Kara hovers close to me the whole time.
Elsie and Near sit on the floor surrounded by puzzle pieces. I shift uncomfortably under the stare of the sister of my victim, the girl I saved. The girl I've betrayed.
"We thought you'd want to hear this." L explained briefly to the other two. I see Near grab Elsie's arm in fear of me. Elsie holds him close and nods in response to what L said. Coby blocks the door.
"You killed Miheal Keehl. Am I right?" L asks in a monotone, staring straight into my eyes. Cold steel meeting glowering embers.
"What are you talking about L? what evidence do you have of that?" I respond with a sneer asserting mock confidence. If I didn't have BB, I wouldn't be able to do it. L shrugs, walking over to an armchair. Everyone's eyes follow him.
L starts to list off evidence, points, all of which are true. This makes both Kara and I uneasy. I was way to sloppy, and people aren't exaggerating when they say L's the world's greatest detective.
He makes the point that killing Miheal would narrow the competition for his successor but as Matt was my best friends brother, and was accompanied by Near, I couldn't kill them when they found Miheal. He also points out that I couldn't have done that because I knew Mello would emerge from Near and attack.
L takes a breath, placing a thumb to his mouth.
"I have deduced that you walked into the kitchen and attacked him there, using chloroform to knock him out. When that didn't work first time you stabbed him. I know this because the initial wound wasn't deep enough to kill quickly, It was too sloppy to be planned. You failed to realise the blood on the floor when you dragged him to the basement to hide the body, perhaps doing that instead of carrying him to try and make him suffer, or to minimise the blood on you. You started slicing up the body but you heard Matt and Near and hid behind something before escaping. You washed off the blood from you in the bathroom but left blood on the sink. We DNA tested it and found it was Miheal's. You do not have an alibi, but you do have motives for killing, and your insane. However Near and Matt were in the library studying at the time we believe Miheal was in the basement, and we have evidence of this on surveillance cameras. So I know Near didn't do this. Besides.." He sighs deeply.
"A knife went missing after you had been in the kitchen the other day, according to a witness, and the knife hasn't been recovered. What do you have to say in your defence, Beyond?"
Everyone faces me. I can feel myself start to unravel, panic flooding me, but BB realises too, stepping into the front of my mind and more or less shoving me out the way.
We laugh.
"I guess you really are as good as people say." We look towards Coby.
No! No! BB please NO!
BB ignores me, cocking my head to the side and laughing again.
"You know Coby; you shouldn't try to block my escape. After all there might be…consequences." I sneer, gesturing to the door with a nod. Coby crosses his arms, angrily staring me down.
"Come off it B, you've just admitted to murder. There's nothing you can do now." I start to feel suddenly irritated. BB makes us take a step forward.
NO!
We look above his head.
NO!
I see his lifespan decreasing, I hear my own deep voice.
"Would you look at that Coby? Your lifespans decreased greatly in the last 5 minutes, but that's to be expected."
BB! Don't! I practically scream inwardly.
Coby's features fall in confusion.
"What do you mean, my lifespan has decreased?" He asks, with a little panic. I convulse with involuntary laughter. Or rather BB does. Im on the verge of crying.
We move closer to Coby, until he is pressed against the wall behind him, just besides the door. I lean so my lips are close to his ear and still sneering, I whisper.
"I meant this."
NO! I scream. But it's too late. Before I really know what's happening, Im in control again. A knife dripping with warm blood is in my hand. Elsie screams. Near takes a violent intake of breath as he freezes, screaming too. Coby gasps, staring into my eyes.
"Im so sorry!" I whisper in shock. Coby's horrified eyes flicker away from mine as he starts choking, breathing rapidly. I hear L scream Coby's name, running at me and pulling the knife out of my hand, plunging it into my arm furiously. Pain floods me so fast I think I might pass out, but Kara grabs by other arm, pulling me out of the doorway. I hear Coby hit the floor and L cry after me in the same way that's haunted my dreams.
"I'LL KILL YOU B!"
I run as fast as I can, grasping my bleeding arm. The knife has gone almost right through, but in panic I tear it from the flesh, making the bleeding worse. As I run towards the front door, I grab the backpack. A group of children watch in shock, and right at the front is Matt, his eyes narrowed a little, tears streaming down his face. It stops me in my tracks.
"You killed him! YOU KILLED MIHEAL! Didn't you!" I open my mouth to say something, but I hear hurried footsteps coming after me.
All I can manage in response is a pained gasp as I run out of the door and into the heavily wooded area. I can hear footsteps behind me as I slam my feet to the ground finding it difficult to see through my tears. The pain in my arm is enough to slow me down considerably. I stop in a clearing when I trip over. I put my back to a tree when I can't hear the footsteps anymore. Blood pours over my fingers as I fumble in my bag for something. I find what im looking for. I quickly take the black t-shirt and tear it into strips with my good arm and my teeth. Kara helps me bond my wound with the makeshift bandages before mumbling that she was going to see if we'd been followed. I nod weakly, watching her go.
As I stand there, swaying a little, trying to stay awake, I hear something behind me. Before I can turn, a hand is clamped over my mouth along with a voice.
"Don't scream, or we'll both be caught…" The hand is moved away, and I slowly turn to see who it is.
I don't know this man, but I recognise him from the night I killed Mello. I saw him out the window, but I thought it was a hallucination. The man is a little taller than me with fairly prominent muscles and grey hair. His eyes are cold, almost white. Not like L's calculating eyes, Near's stormy ones. Just pure hatred fills them. I step back as far as I can from him, holding the knife with both Coby's and my blood still coating the blade towards him. He acknowledges my shaking hands.
"I wouldn't try it if I were you. I know you're a murderer and all, but you're nothing compared to me. I'd be very careful If I were you." My lip twitches slightly as I try to process what he's said, although the dizziness isn't helping.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" I ask coldly.
He smirks evilly, making even me shiver. This man Is right. He's on a whole other level than me.
"Im Sylas and long story short, im the one who really killed Lawliet's parents. I've come to finish the job. But murderer to murderer I thought I'd help you out. I diverted their attention as you ran. If you leave now they won't find you. Just go over the gate in that direction." He sneers. I shiver again.
"Why would you do that? Why not just let them get me? I don't know you." Sylas smiles darkly.
"Because by letting you go, L's life will be painful and torturous. Never being able to bring his friend and girlfriends killer to justice." He laughs.
"Of course, killing you is another way to make sure he can never do that. I actually like that option better." The man advances, pulling a gun from under his shirt and pointing it at my head. I think quickly, sweeping his legs out from under him, slashing at his thigh with the knife. He crumples to the ground laughing as I start to run away from him. I hear him shout with a laugh:
"I knew you'd do that! Also, if I were you, I'd leave the country as soon as possible!"
At that moment Kara glides up next to me, looking back at the man, pulling himself to his feet and inspecting the shallow cut on his leg.
"Who was that?" she asks, sounding concerned as she observes my limp arm and laboured breaths.
"No one important. Asshole pulled a gun on me though!" I mutter angrily as I do what Sylas had said, climbing the fence with Kara's help. I look back at Wammys house one last time. Where I lost my friend. Where I cared for Matt. Where I lost myself. It would be the last time I saw the place where so many memories, good and bad were. I turn my face away as the police sirens sound in the distance, and collapse unconscious in Kara's arms, who cradles me like a baby, walking further and further away from the place I once called home.