The event which resulted in Beyond being transferred to a new orphanage was quite simple. The orphanage had a pet hamster - the word had being the key term in that sentence - called Nibbles. He had take a few moments to assess the condition, accessibility and behaviour of the small rodent many times. It was only a matter of time.

In truth, Beyond did not like 'Nibbles'. He found it to be too innocent, even upon biting the small children's fingers, the little ball of fluff still sat and attempted to look cute for them as to make it seem like what he had done was an accident. Beyond knew it wasn't. He knew the hamster liked the taste of blood.

And for that reason, the creature disgusted him.

It was hiding what it was.

It was ashamed.

It was fake.

It must die.

While the death of animals still did not appeal to the small boy, seeing them as rather pointless in his development as a serial killer, he had read that most serial killers start with the killing and torture of animals. Animals. Plural. Which meant he was expected to kill more than one.

It took thirty seconds to kill the small hamster. It didn't make a sound, almost as though it knew its true self had been discovered and began to regret it's life decisions. Or it would have done were it able to string together any tangible thought in the human language. It was, after all, only a hamster.

The sound of a child screaming woke Beyond Birthday the next day and he let out a small and slightly crazed laugh. Had anyone been observing the small child's nature at that moment they would have begun to question whether or not he was truly sane. Perhaps they would even suggest that he needed professional help. In truth, they would probably be wondering what on earth had possessed him to write a suicide note from the hamster in the hamsters blood.

The screaming girl had discovered the hamster hanging from a noose made of string alongside a note written in hamster blood claiming that it could not go on living a lie anymore and that it was not sorry for the actions it had committed.

Beyond found it all to be rather amusing.

Of course, that was how they knew it was him.

For this reason Beyond was transferred into an orphanage for "special children" where he would be provided with the expert help and tuition he required. Because Beyond was not like other orphans. Beyond was much, much more.

Beyond Birthday would be a name other orphans began to fear and that was something he very much enjoyed.

"So, Beyond, tell me how you feel right this moment."

B let out a sigh and rolled onto his side to face the blonde woman who was far too uptight for his liking. It was almost as though she had never heard of having fun.

"Indifferent and truly bored."

He had been attending therapy sessions, as required, for three weeks now. No matter what he did this orphanage would not transfer him to the next which was extremely frustrating for him. This place had no pets or small animals on the property so Beyond had been unable to make a scene in that way and, since none of the members of staff or other orphans were appropriate for a first human kill, he had been left with attempting to find other ways to ensure his early departure.

"And what do you believe is causing such feelings within you?"

This woman had been persistent. She had not left yet either and it appeared she did not intend to any time soon. This also angered the small Beyond.

"Probably the lack of entertainment you provide me with. I've seen more humour come from the pole you probably dance on every night." he remarked, staring at her blankly.

This only caused her to raise and eyebrow at him and write a single word on his file.

Hostile.

Oh if only she knew the truth behind that word.

"Beyond, how do you feel about your parents death?"

Every therapist he had ever conversed with had asked him this question, in fact, even human he had ever conversed with had and he had responded the same way each time.

"Remorseful." Beyond answered bluntly.

This caused her pen to be placed symmetrically down onto the table, perfectly straight, perfectly in line with the coffee mug and the pen pot before she leant forward towards him.

"Would you care to elaborate on that emotion?"

And this was where Beyond gave his most innocent look, one he had learnt from Nibbles the hamster, and smiled.

"I feel remorseful about their deaths as it was not me who took their lives but another."

The therapy session was concluded there, a single sentence scrawled across the bottom of the page on his file.

Further Evaluation Is Required.

*Author's Note*: I'm sorry I did not update this sooner but I have been unwell and so have had to be away from the laptop for a while. Thank you so much to those who have reviewed and to those who have favourited and followed this story. You guys mean the world to me.

I am aware that this chapter is perhaps not as good as the others and for that I must apologise. Hopefully the others shall pick up a little.

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