Third part to the first part of the flashback-ish chappie, which is supposed to explain how Near and his big bro L came to the woods, which are swarming with psychotic cannibals. Hope you all have a good memory, because I think that this will be the last part to this whole flashback-ish chappie, kay?

In other news, so far I think the ending to this fanfic will be bittersweet, you know, so far. I may leave it off sad and then do a sequel, because I really think I can work my way from this to…something else…whatever.

All in all I don't think I'll do a sequel. Just whatever. It all just depends on what you (the readers) think I should do. Kay? Good. Please don't murder me violently in my sleep if this chappie sucks.

Oh, yea, and I am NOT dead.

Not like some of the people in this characters, ya know.

Well, on with the show!

Disclaimer: By the way I do not own Death Note…like at all….

Warnings: Flashback-ish chappie, don't like 'em don't read this and violence, blood, gore, language, idiocy, and so on. That's kinda why it is rated M.

~Love Fairylust~

As L walked through the woods he began to feel slightly…timorous…of his surroundings. Things just seemed…different. Things seemed to be ominous, atrocious, unpleasant, and more or less evil. The plants, which had seemed like nothing before now seemed to be shadowed in an ominous evil that threatened to swallow him whole.

Chills seemed to bolt down his spine. Was this exactly how his baby brother felt? If so, then he understood the boy's fear completely. Mysterious rustling just a few feet away made him swallow hard. It was just an animal, some small, timid animal. He told himself unflinchingly. He jumped and turned as he heard leaves crunching loudly behind him.

Dark eyes searched the scene, but nobody was there.

Lawliet tried to continue walking, but as soon as he got a foot away a rock struck the back of his head, hard. He let out a cry of pain. Looking to see who had thrown it he was met with another stone, which hit his forehead. Blood drizzled down his face as a long, deep cut appeared. Lawliet gasped as two more stones hit him. One hit the center of his chest and the other hitting his left hand. He was sure that a bone broke. Three more stones hit him in his back as he turned and ran as fast as he could.

He stumbled at first, but was quick to regain his balance.

Suddenly, the ground gave way beneath his feet and he fell. Lawliet yelped in agony when a jolt of sharp, unyielding pain ran up his leg. He felt lucky that he had managed to grab the side of the pit, because when he looked down he saw that the pit was full of spikes. There were some small animals impaled, but what made Lawliet cry out in horror were the two decaying bodies, which were impaled through their torsos and heads.

One was a girl, who appeared to be around his age and there was a man who was so decayed that his appearance and age couldn't be predicted. Lawliet let out a scream of fear and disgust. He struggled to get back to high ground, and then he was running again.

This time, however, he was cornered by two wild looking teens, which seemed to have rabies. He staggered backwards. They jumped him causing him to lose his balance completely and fall to the ground. One bit into his arm and that was when a rock smashed into the back of one of their heads. Blood spurted all over him. A red-eyed Beyond Birthday stood licking his lips wickedly. Lawliet stared wide-eyed as the smiling teen beat the other rabid looking teen to death with the rock he held.

"You should be more careful." He said giggling evilly. "You'll catch your death out here."

This comment provoked more menacing giggles to escape from his throat.

Lawliet didn't stay there another moment; he got up and ran for home. When he got there he went to his and Nate's room and locked the door. Nate had heard his brother's arrival and he wondered just what had caused him to run in and lock their room as fast as he had. He padded over to the door and knocked.

It turned out to be a mistake.

"What do you want?" his older brother snapped from his side of the door. Nate hesitated unsure of what to say, but he was forced to speak when he heard his brother's shaky, yet annoyed voice say, "I know it's you, so answer."

"You kay?" he asked timidly.

The door came open. Nate yelped when Lawliet grabbed his arm rather tightly and pulled him in. The small boy was terrified when he saw his brother's stern expression.

"Listen, Nate, just shut your mouth and listen." He said in a whisper. "I have seen some things that would possibly make you die of terror and I have a good idea where our missing parent has ended up and I am telling you that we won't survive unless we leave now, but I seriously don't see that happening. I am stressed, tired, and ready to hurt someone. Do I sound okay to you?"

The boy's eyes were now wide and teary. His lower lip quivered. He immediately got out of there. He raced from the house and hoped that he wouldn't have to return anytime soon, because he was hated so much by the one person he cared about most of all. He was fairly certain that he was only running towards death, but it didn't matter. He was no fool, though. Nate knew that things were going to end the same one way or another.

It wasn't long before he let out a loud yelp and fell to the ground blood oozing from his ankle as the metal teeth of the trap bit deep enough to scrape bone. He let out a small yelp that was surprisingly silenced when a hand met his face. He fell backwards hitting his head against a hollowed log. Half awake and bleeding profusely from his wounded ankle and now wounded head he lay on the ground struggling to breathe.

"Aww, you're so cute like Lawli said." Someone muttered.

"Brother." he whimpered in terror wishing his older brother were there. Nate felt the stranger shift a bit closer from their position over his limp body. His eyes tried to stay wide open and he struggled to make his vision clear, but it kept blurring everything before him. A hand applied over his nose and mouth helped lead him into an uneasy sleep.

Meanwhile, Lawliet discovered that Nate is missing from his mother who was sitting in the kitchen falling apart. Feeling more anger, sadness, and guilt than fear he headed off into the gloomy woods to meet with B, whom he knew was the malevolent mastermind behind all of this.

Lawliet stopped once at the meeting place where he had been meeting Beyond to teach him how to talk. In truth he felt uneasy sitting there alone with unknown dangers, possibly, lurking everywhere. A strange smell made him scrunch his nose up. It's just the woods ignore it. He told himself determined to stay where he was until B came along.

His look-alike appeared a few dull hours later humming a tuneless song. Lawliet tensed seeing he had blood soaking the front of his shirt and spattered all over his face. Keeping a glare and scowl he sat watching B's every movement filled by an icy rage.

"Something wrong?" the red-eyed look-alike asked innocently. "You seem angry with Beyond. Did I do something wrong?"

"You murdered my dad, didn't you?"

"Nope."

"You snatched my brother."

"Nuh-uh."

"You did!" Lawliet snapped angrily. "I have no idea why, other than the fact you are a sick and cannibalistic sociopath, but you did! I know you did! Now give him back!"

"I thought you said he was a pain. I thought you didn't care about him and wanted him to die. I thought you wanted all of them to die. Isn't that what you meant when you told me that they were all annoying to you and wanted you to care about your brother like he was better than you? Isn't that why you hate them so much? Nobody is better than you, my Lawli. And my aim is to show them that before they die a slow and painful death."

"What?" he gasped stunned with realization that his words had gotten him and his family into the mess they were in now. Why couldn't he have chosen his words more carefully?

Beyond smirked seeing that glare and scowl melt.

"No!" Lawliet groaned shaking his head. "They're my family. Sure I get annoyed with them, but I don't hate them and I certainly don't want them to die! I-"

"It's too late!" B hissed. "I've already killed them all, I work fast and silently, but if you run you might get to see them one last time."

Dark eyes drifted to the sky and widened seeing a thick cloud of smoke was rising up in the sky. That strange smell wasn't just the woods. It was a fire! He got to his feet and gave B a cold glare before breaking into a run heading for the cabin. When he got there he found the door was locked. He ended up having to climb in through a window, which had been broken open by Beyond he guessed.

The combination of smoke and heat was suffocating but he didn't falter. He began to look around and sooner rather than later he found his badly wounded mother and brother lying side by side in the living room.

He was unconscious.

She was not. Her arms were around her son protectively. It looked like someone had slashed into her face and torso repeatedly. Blood stained her clothes and the floor around her. Tears were spilling from her eyes. It seemed to be more from fear than the immense pain she had to have been feeling. Lawliet knew that it was probably the fear of being unable to save Nate, rather than the idea of dying herself. That was just the kind of person she was and always had been. Lawliet dropped to his knees beside them unsure of what to do.

If he saved her then Nate would die.

If he saved Nate then his mother would die.

Either way one of them would die, because he knew from one glance that as soon as he got out of the burning building he wouldn't be able to come back in and even if he did the fire would have already gotten to the one he aimed to save. Even now embers that drifted in the air were stinging his face and he was certain that his lungs were being thickly coated by ash and soot. Sweat dripped down his face along with a few stray tears.

"You can't save me." His mother said breaking into his despairing thoughts. "I'm gonna die one way or the other. You have to save Nate and get out of here."

He opened his mouth to argue that he couldn't do that but she interrupted him with a grimace. "I don't care about what you are thinking, genius, but I don't want you to argue. This place is falling down and soon we're gonna be buried. You need to get him and get out now."

"O-okay. I guess this is goodbye then."

"Bye."

Lawliet picked Nate up gingerly and ran for the window. The roof collapsed as he neared it. A heavy beam pinned his leg down. He let out a cry of pain tightening his grip on the smaller boy. The teen tried to push the heavy beam off in vain. He stared at his brother's pale face that was stained by dried blood and ash. This is it, he thought exhaling, we're going to die here and it's my entire fault.

I'm sorry Nate. He thought feeling himself go limp. The smoke stinging his lungs and burning his eyes something awful. If you hate me I'll get it. Just don't wake up. I couldn't stand to watch you die in pain. His eyes closed halfway as the air was really beginning to hurt them now. That was when he heard someone grunting in annoyance.

"You have to get into trouble, don't you?" a familiar voice snickered. He looked up and saw the hazy form of Beyond. "Couldn't be fun and just let them die, could you?" The grumbling continued as he moved the beam from Lawliet's leg and forced him to his feet.

"Let's get out of here." B said idly climbing onto the windowsill. "Things are getting too hot around here, you know."

Soon the three of them were all outside. As soon as Lawliet caught his breath he was knocked down by Beyond who punched him square in the jaw. He responded by landing a blow to his stomach and soon they were rolling on the ground shouting at each other and landing blow for blow after a few minutes of this Lawliet kicked B off him and went to check and see if Nate was okay. To his horror the small boy wasn't breathing.

He applied CPR a few times.

Nate coughed and gasped for air. Lawliet relaxed but tensed once he noticed that B had been watching a bit too closely and a bit too interestedly. "So you like him then?" he asked once he noticed that Lawliet was staring at him curiously.

"What? No! He's my brother you sick perv!"

"Uh-huh. Then why were you making lip contact?"

"It's called CPR, idiot!"

Insulted Beyond gave an indignant snort, "You're the idiot for not leaving the child to burn to a brittle bony corpse."

Glaring at the red-eyed menace Lawliet knew that he would never forgive him for what he did. He silently swore vengeance against B for murdering his parents and attempting to kill Nate. It was personal. But that could wait for later. He told himself numbly.

And little did he know that a month from that day they would become the worst of enemies. They would get off on a good start for a week or two, but in the end they would become bitter enemies. Mostly because Lawliet, who would change his name to L, would choose Nate, who would become Near, over Beyond, who would die a horrible death years later (A/N: no need to go into that now), who had a crush on L but would become infatuated with A later on due to insanity and the fact he in reality liked the guy.

And that's about it. Sorry if it wasn't any better, but ya know I did try.