"Interrogation time, huh?" My doctor pressed.

"Yep.. I was blindfolded at first, they only took it off once I was sitting in a chair at the table, my wrists handcuffed behind my back and legs tied to the chair. It's not that they really didn't trust me.. Just L's orders. L's precautions. One would assume so."

Flashback

My vision was still a bit blurry from adjusting to a new lighting, the white bright light was the only source in the otherwise dark room. Being blindfolded for an hour or so, it took a moment to adjust myself.

"Backup."

The young detective greeted me immediately. My gaze immediately shifted to a cold glare up at L, imagining a triumphant smirk on his lips, when his facial expression was really just as monotonous as ever. I wanted to growl like a dog at him. Wanted him to come closer so I could try and bite him. Wanted to break out of these damn restraints and kill him before my escape. Unfortunately, I couldn't do any of these things.. Acting so childishly as to growl would only boost that damn ego of his even more.

"Lawliet." I smirked, my crimson red hues shining a bit under the white light. He frowned, "Now, now, Backup, you know you're not supposed to speak my name out loud." L scolded like he would a child.

"I do what I want." I replied.

"Clearly not, since you're stuck here." Damn L and his smug attitude. "Tch." I scoffed, averting my eyes over to the wall. I wish there was a window in here.. Anything other than a bright white light, a small metal table, two chairs, and that panda, Lawliet.

"I know everything that happened, B." He said my initial instead of 'Backup', which I guess was a little better.. "I also know you started going by 'Beyond Birthday' after leaving Wammy's Institution."L stated. I nodded my head in confirmation. Rue Ryuzaki was dead, as far as I was concerned. And I'd like to keep things that way. "Beyond Birthday is my only name. I would like it if you only referred to me by that alias."

"Very well.. Beyond.." L conceded, stepping forward and sitting in the chair across from be as he always used to, his knees hugged up to his chest. I looked down at his toes, watching the way he curled them, my eyes slowly traveling back up to meet his piercing gaze. Like he was trying to see right through me. Unfortunately for him, I wasn't exactly an open book.

"Even though I know all that happened.. I still don't know what happened between point A and point B." He sighed, placing both hands on the table. "I'm talking, of course, about you getting from Wammy's House to Los Angeles. I want to know."

"Tch. Why would I tell you?" I grinned, raising an eyebrow and squirming a bit in my seat. Damn, this was so uncomfortable.. "I'm not going to attack you, Lawliet. You have my word. But I just can't get comfortable enough for story time if you don't release me from these bothersome restraints.. At least take the handcuffs off." I wiggled around a bit in the seat for emphasis.

L blinked, "You know I can't do that, Ba-Beyond." He corrected himself. "You aren't exactly the most trustworthy man around.. Of course, neither am I, but you're more.. Unpredictable. Anything I say can trigger you, and we both know that."

Although he did have a point, I could see now that if being comfortable really meant a lot to me, I'd have to stick by my word.. "I promise on Aiden's grave that I won't attack you." I stated seriously, locking my eyes on the detective's. I could see the belief in his eyes. He knew I wasn't joking around when it came to A and his death. Why else would all of this have happened? There's no way I go back on a word like that.. Maybe if I promised on my Mother's grave, but not A's.

"Well, when you promise me that.. How can I not believe you?" He sighed and slowly stood, stuffing both hands in his jeans pockets and walking up behind me. L crouched down a bit to unlock the cuffs with a small silver key in his pocket, slipping it back inside once finished, and my wrists were free. I smiled with relief and stretched my arms above my head, lowering them to examine the red wrists and sigh softly. "They're irritated.." I mumbled to myself, playing with my fingers and setting both hands on my lap, before glancing back up at L, who was now situated in that chair once more. "Thank you." Stupid panda.

L simply nodded, and continued on with pressing me for answers. Although, I guess I should've suspected that.. This was an interrogation, after all. "I'm waiting, Beyond. Now keep your word and tell me."

"Well.. After escaping Wammy's that night, the first thing I did was head for the train station. Of course, I stole Roger's money as well as pool together mine and A's, so I had enough for both a train ticket to the airport, and a plane ticket to LA. I almost got my bag stolen on the train by some old drunk.. But I punched him out before he got the chance." I was once proud of this fact, and still was.. But I was also tired. "So.. Yeah.. I flew to Los Angeles. Not that much to tell, really."

"I know. I figured your story would go a little something like that. I just thought it'd be a good warm up." L explained, cracking his knuckles before biting his thumb nail. Ah, old habits never die.

"Now I have a question for you, L." I stated smugly, leaning forward a bit in my seat. I was allowed to place both elbows on the table, but my legs still remained tied to the chair. The detective blinked, "Oh, really? Go on." He urged.

"Why have this interrogation, anyway? Usually these are done to provoke confessions from suspects.. But you already know I am the murderer behind this case. So why? Now, I believe it's because you want to see me one last time. Get inside my head. Gloat about your supposed 'victory', when you really couldn't have done it without Misora's help. If I was any other person, you probably would've sent me to jail without so much as a goodbye. But no, I'm me. B. Backup. Beyond Birthday. And you just couldn't let me go without one last confrontation. Am I right?" I smirked.

"..Yes, Beyond, you couldn't be more right about your deduction." He smiled slightly, thumb still resting on his bottom lip. "I wanted to see you one last time before your life sentence in prison. No, more like needed to.. And now that I have.." L stood, shrugging his shoulders. "I suppose there's really not much else to converse about."

I pouted, "You're going to allow those big scary men to come in and take me to jail?"

He chuckled, "That's right, Beyond. The little game you started between us is over. No matter what the circumstances, you lost. And you can deal with that behind bars. Where criminals belong."

"Oh, Lawliet, you're cute, you really are." I tried my best to stand before remembering I actually couldn't, settling back in the chair with a grumble and avoiding having to stare at that attractive smirk of L's.. The one I rarely got to see. "I'll be back. You think you can keep someone as intelligent as Beyond Birthday locked up forever? Ha. Good luck, but when I do get out.. The first thing I have planned is to settle our score."

"And I'll be waiting for you, Beyond." L replied without missing a beat, giving a small smile before waving the guards in.

"Goodbye, Beyond Birthday."

Goodbye, indeed.

. . .

They kept me in a Los Angeles prison after that. It wasn't quite like I expected, no men getting trampled to death on the way to eat or rape going on in the showers. Movies always did overdramatize things, didn't they?

Most of the guys saw my scars from the fire, and figured me to be pretty tough, despite how I lacked the muscle a good half of them had. That's another thing I promised to myself when I finally broke out: I'd go to the gym at least once every other day. If I was going to live with these scars for the rest of my life, I should at least build up some muscle to make up for that..

Silly things to be worrying about while in prison, I know, but that's just how I was and am. Always making a joke of things. It's the only way I know how to deal. Aiden would always figure out the brighter side of situations, and help me deal with bad stuff to the best of his ability.. I miss that. No way would he be proud of a rotten criminal like me, I thought to myself every night alone in my almost empty cell. Laying in that white bed alone, sheets a bit stained with the blood of others and myself, hugging my pillow close to my chest. Sometimes I'd close my eyes, and pretend A was beside me. Sometimes it actually got me through things.

But one guy did figure it to be a good idea to challenge me in the cafeteria. Guess he just wanted to figure out if I was worthy of being fresh meat to them or not.

"Hey, kid, you knocked my milk over." He grunted after jabbing his milk carton over with his own elbow, pinning the blame on me to see how I'd react. I heard his buddies snicker behind him, staring dead ahead at me. I raised an eyebrow, my emotionless facial expression never faltering for a second. The dumbass didn't even give me a chance to answer after that, standing up abruptly and slamming both hands down on the table, "You staring at me, kid?"

"..Yeah, obviously." I grunted in reply. "Trying to figure out what the fuck happened to your face." I spat, feeling a rush of anger build up inside me.. For some unknown reason. His buddied suddenly didn't look so confident, smirks dropping and eyes widening. What, did I just challenge the king here or something? ..Whatever.

"What'd you say to me?" He growled, starting forward and getting real close up in my face. I liked my personal space. I also hated when people touched me. "What, are you deaf too? Jesus, cut it out with the pathetic attempt at asserting your nonexistant dominance, because I'm trying really hard not to laugh right now."

"Nonexistant?" His eyes widened. "Yeah, meaning.." I leaned closer with a devious grin. "Doesn't exist." I laughed. It seemed as if he had enough, pulling his fist back and swinging forward in an attempt to collide with my nose. I dodged quickly out of the way and grabbed his arm, twisting it back only to snap the bone as easily as one would snap a toothpick. He yelled out in pain, clutching his now broken and limp right arm. "Fuck.. I'm gonna kill you.." He growled.

"If you can't even punch me, I highly doubt you could do something like that." I teased with a soft hum, shrugging my shoulders calmly. "Now, let me show you how it's done." Before anyone could blink, my fist made contact with his face instead, breaking his nose and getting dark crimson blood on my knuckles.

Of course, guards were called over to break up the fight, but not before I allowed my alternate personality to break out and take all four of them on. By the time I was dragged away, they were all bruised and bloodied on the floor, considering themselves lucky if they were even still conscious. The other prisoners weren't even aware in the slightest I had such strength and power inside me.. But after that.. It was rare I got into any fights.

I spent quite awhile in that prison.. And was cool with a few people. There was this one guy in the cell next to me, said his name was Zack. He wasn't too bad. He said he heard about me and somehow, though I never actually got to know why, knew my motives for the case. I don't know if he knew about A.. But he did know the LABB cases' purpose was to prove myself better than the detective who solved the case. He said I was cool, so I deemed him respectable.

End of flashback

I don't know if Dr. Phillip was willing to take my word on everything that happened in prison, but he wrote it all down in that clipboard of his, nonetheless.

"And you successfully broke yourself out of prison.. Tell me about that."