B

"B, L has police scouring the country looking for you. You need get a move on." Kara calls to me. I roll my eyes, pouring antiseptic into my wound with gritted teeth and my eyes clenched tight enough to bring about tears.

I stitch up the wound the best I can while my other hand shakes. When im finished, I pull myself off the ground and follow Kara through the trees with difficulty. It's been two days since we left Wammys, so I probably should have dealt with the wound earlier, but I was unconscious for the first day and hiding from police the other.

We get closer to an isolated store at the side of a road that Kara had told me was there. I get an idea, but I grimace at the prospect. Still, it will be necessary if I want to escape.

"How many people are in there Kara?" I ask, pulling a gun out of my bag…

It's a good thing we're in the middle of nowhere.

Five minutes after I got the idea, the two employees at the shop are dead with gunshots through their heads. I don't feel bad; I don't feel anything but the pain in my arm. As I thought, they'd recognised me from the news- they'd put a story on the news about the two murders at an orphanage, but had kept the name of the orphanage a secret.

When they'd seen me, one had tried to call the police and the other had stupidly tried to disarm me. I killed them in cold blood without a hint of emotion on my face.

I take painkillers, bandages, money and other essentials. But as I go to leave I see the small tv at the counter flicker onto the news.

I see my face appear along with a reporter.

"The search continues for 17-year-old Beyond Birthday, who murdered 8-year-old Miheal Keehl and 18 year old Coby Rivers, in the orphanage where he lived. If you see him, do not approach. He is thought to be mentally insane and has a history of harming others and himself. There were once rumours that he broke into a police station, killing 4 police officers to get to his father, who had previously abused himself and his younger sister, who also died in mysterious circumstances." I turn away from the screen, rolling my eyes, and they land on another isle of the store. I step over the broken body of one of the employees to get there. When I've grabbed everything I need from there, I walk to where there is a small bathroom at the back of the shop, looking at myself quickly in the mirror, wetting my hair in the sink and brushing through it with my fingers so there are no tangles to get in the way. I stare into my red irises in the shiny glass once more.

Kara

I follow close behind the boy. His brown hair is long enough to hang just above his cheeks to the side of his green eyes, but it's still considerably shorter than what it was. B huffs, irritated as he treads down a pavement with his backpack slung over one shoulder. Of course, it's a different backpack than the one he left with in case he was seen with it. He's made sure no one could recognise him, even abandoning his usual black shirt and jeans in favour of a My Chemical Romance band shirt and black jeans. I address his irritation with caution.

"It won't be long now B. You're nearly there." I try to reassure him. He huffs again tiredly. I can't help but grin and roll my eyes at him as we get to the ferry. As we move away from land, he stands by a window, sadly watching England get further and further away with a glint of something in his eyes that I can't quite make out behind the contact lenses. He turns away and curls up on the corner of an L-shaped sofa in a café on board the ferry. His face watches people pass by absently, occasionally twitching. It's probably just hallucinations though. I stare intently at the numbers above his head with a slight frown, checking out of habit. I've been doing it since the day he was born, until he turns and notices me. I snap my head away quickly but see him chuckle under his breath and shake his head out of the corner of my eye.

Four Years Later-B

My feet pound against the pavement furiously and I grin widely. I always enjoy the chase.

My hood is pulled down as low as it can go, a black bandana acts as a mask hooked over my nose and a baseball bat is hanging over my shoulder, the pins stuck at the end acting as a clear threat to the approaching cop.

In hindsight, I probably should have been more careful than to let the witness of that murder live, but hey, we all make mistakes.

Eventually we come to an alley, where I have the upper hand. I smirk, kicking myself off one wall and climbing to a fire escape where I can hide slightly. Anyone with any sense would have called for backup, but this man is stupid. Probably a rookie. I would feel almost bad for the guy if he hadn't tried to shoot me. I wait until the man turns into the alley, looking around dumbly. I laugh uncontrollably at the look on his face. He tries to maintain his composure.

"It you ain't it? The guy that L guy has been looking for." He yells out in his thick American accent, a tremor evident. I laugh again.

"Oh? What makes you so sure?" I reply. I can hear his breathing hitch, making me snicker under my breath.

"Well you're British, insane, you were seen mutilating your victim just like the Keehl kid besides most people don't have glowing red eyes!" He shrieks hysterically. I roll my eyes.

"Can you believe this guy? He hit the nail on the head. I'd love to say you aren't as dumb as I thought. Unfortunately, you are quite dim. You won't make it out of here alive."

He goes to draw his gun, and ends up with a knife stuck in his hand. Before he can scream, I've jumped down from the fire escape and put the bat to his neck, choking him with it from behind until he is too weak to struggle. I put my chin on his shoulder and smile.

"You know, in total, you're number 15." I drop the bat away from his neck, swinging the pins towards the back of his head with a satisfying crunch, splattering blood on the graffiti covered wall.

Four years has dragged by at such a painfully slow pace that at times I wondered if I really was still alive. Obviously I am. I can feel the sharp stings as I drag the corner of a blade over my skin. I can smell the blood on my hands from the dead, even though it's long gone. I can see Kara's disappointed, sad and downright pathetic reactions to anything I do.

Honestly, I think it's a little late to stop now. My plan is in place.

I frown in thought as I drag the man's limp body, and toss it into a nearby furnace. I know this area very well. He's not the only one I've disposed of here. I watch disinterestly as I see the figure of BB standing by, watching me. Only this is different from the other times I've seen him. I suddenly feel weak, and lean against a wall for support. The figure isn't BB. I realise as I look at him more. But he isn't real either. It's me, but a younger version. About 12 possibly. He stares with wide eyes, shaking a little. He looks from the furnace to the blood smeared nails on the bat hanging loosely from one of my hands. A memory of a dream I had years ago flashes to my mind suddenly, causing me to fall the concrete.

I look forward with shock. Im standing in an alley with graffiti covered walls, splattered with blood. I watch a man dressed in black with a bandana pulled up over his nose as a blatant attempt to hide his face. But his burning red eyes make it obvious who he is.

He sees me watching him as he tosses a broken body into the furnace next to me, and steps back a little, leaning on a wall with a bat hanging from his fingertips. He pulls down his mask weakly, and falls to the floor. He begins to shake a little. I gulp a little.

"I remember this…" the man mutters, taking to sitting against the wall. He turns to me and smiles sinisterly.

"Wake up B."

I step calmly from the alley, pulling the mask back up and weaving between nervous looking people until I get to the small apartment. Obviously it's not mine. I glance at the ceiling, where I know the body of the man who had lived here was slowly decaying. I frown slightly, walking to the bathroom and sitting on the floor with my back against the bath. I stare straight forward, letting my mind wonder. I speak out loud.

"Why am I doing this? What's the point? Beating L isn't so important that I should kill people every other fucking day." I mutter, digging the heels of my hands into my forehead.

I sit there in silence as my mind wonders down the rabbit hole.

I wonder how everyone is doing at the orphanage. Are Matt and Near still close? I hope so. Matt needs him. After all, thanks to me his brother and best friend have been dead for a long time. "I hope Elsie's okay." It was a stray thought, a stupid one.

Let her go B. She loves L. You killed her brother. You murdered the boy she'd came to love as a brother. It's all irrelevant. She's fine. Why wouldn't she be?

I feel my chest tighten as I think of her. Jade eyes twinkling as she smiled from the door of the prison cell. Her voice, smooth, laced with hidden despair that was drowned by her ability to smile. To light up the room with a simple laugh. Cheeks flushed a light pink and her strawberry blonde hair that flicked into little ringlets by her slim waist. An image flashes through my head. Her pained screams as she held her brother's lifeless body. The betrayed look in her beautiful eyes as the knife was torn out of Coby's flesh.

I touch my cheek tentatively, realising there are tears streaming from my eyes. I haven't cried in four years. My hands tremble. My body quivers in sobs as I stand up and lean on the sink, looking into the mirror at my eyes. Blood red. Evil. Evil. Evil.

"They were right! They were always right!" I choke, stumbling out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen.

"I never deserved to live! I killed people who did!" I stumble over my words, not thinking clearly.

"I couldn't even protect Alodia. Couldn't save my mother, couldn't save A! I don't want to do this anymore…" I grasped for something on the worktop as I heard Kara come through the front door.

Kara

I had hung back in the alley, staring at the blood splatters, wide eyed, disgusted, but no longer shocked that he's done it. It's happened so many times. I sat in the alley atop a bin, watching B leave and paying no mind that I wasn't following. That was fine by me. I promised his mother id take care of her children. But one's dead, and the other wishes he was by this point. I frown, twirling my black hair around my finger and sighing a little.

I had to take the time to get over my anger at him. There really wasn't any reason to kill these people. And im sure he knows it. Mostly im angry at myself though.

I should have convinced Rebecca out of the eye-deal. I should have protected Beyond and Alodia from their father. I should have done more when It mattered. But it's too late now, B is a monster.

There's really no denying it. But what makes the situation worse?

I stand up, walking slowly in the direction of the apartment as I think deeply.

What makes it all worse?

I get to the front door, hearing what sounds like sobbing, clumsy feet, and distraught mumbling. I faze through the door, looking towards the kitchen in alarm and rushing forward as I see B holding a Pistol to the back of his head.

His hand shakes slightly, but I see his finger press down a little on the trigger.

I get to where he is standing, and a piercing BANG rings through the room as he presses the trigger.

What makes it worse? What makes it worse is:

I love him so, so much.