The day Beyond Birthday located his first victim had been a Wednesday. He was supposed to have been at school but, due to yet another fight with a child who wasn't even good enough to share the same air as B, he had been sent home early. It had been six months since he had been adopted. Six months in the hell hole that was known as overly devoted and loving parents.

Six months.

No escape.

It had driven Beyond to near breaking point. Although, at this stage, he had arranged his room into a way which meant he could go and at least regain some of his sanity. His own personal haven. Somewhere he could detach himself from the outside world. However, the outside world seemed to not want to leave him alone.

The outside world also had an issue with knocking.

But on this particular day, Beyond had left school and walked home. His new 'parents' would be at work. There would be no-one there for him to have to interact with, no-one for him to have to pretend around. He'd have four whole hours with no-one there.

Pure bliss.

So when B got home and opened the door to sounds coming from upstairs he was instantly on guard. No-one should be home. They were at work. This meant that someone was intruding in his household. Even if he did not care for the home, or its residents for that matter, it was still his and he did not intend to allow anyone to enter it without his permission. For that reason, Beyond entered the kitchen and selected his favourite knife, something he had become quite fond of and was rather talented with using now. Even if it was only for preparing meals which were at least edible and far above the standards of his 'parents'.

However, upon wandering up the stairs silently and discovering the source of the unfortunate and animalistic noises, he discovered his 'mother' engaging in an act which he should have been too young to know anything about. Unfortunately this was not the case. Beyond was very much aware of the act of sex and what it implied. He did not, however, expect his 'mother' to be committing such an act with a man who was not the person meant to be his father.

Her surprised scream was audible and oddly humiliating for her. B merely stared, clearly unamused, as they rushed to try and cover themselves, breathing heavily as they did.

"Mother, a word."

He had never once called her by her supposed role in his life but, given the circumstances, Beyond believed it would be more affective. She was clearly engulfed in guilt as she climbed from the bed and grabbed a dressing gown, joining him outside as he slipped the knife into his waistband, out of her sight.

"Honey, listen, I love your da-"

He held up his hand to stop her, not needing to hear her pathetic excuses as to why she was being promiscuous with another man. He did not need to and he certainly did not want to.

"Listen to me, woman, I do not care for you or your excuses, which I am sure will be full to the brim with lies and grovelling. It is vitally important for you to understand that I now have leverage over you. If my terms are not met your husband will be told and I will watch your pathetic excuse for a marriage disintegrate around you. Is that understood?"

Her face dropped into a subtle realisation.

Yes, at least now she's getting it.

The nod was barely visible but he had been expecting it. His smile on the other hand was completely clear and smug. Beyond was enjoying himself too much.

"Good. I want you to leave me in peace from the moment I get home to the moment I leave for school. I need complete peace and quiet. If not I will be forced to take action upon you. I will prepare my own meals and I will choose my own clothes. You will provide me with suitable amounts of money and will fetch whatever I desire. Without complaint. You understand what will happen if you are to not meet my terms, correct?"

Again, another nod. Beyond's grin spread and he indicated towards the bedroom.

"Go, finish your romp and tell him to never return. If I see him again, I'll kill him."

The silence was so loud it almost hurt his ears. But finally it was broken by her horrified and distraught voice.

"Who are you?"

"Beyond Birthday. The boy you adopted and the one who will take your life."

With that, he turned and left, deciding to go to the park instead of standing around and listening to such an act. He was only young after all.

Having walked around the park for about thirty minutes he had reached a conclusion. His 'mother' would be his first victim. It was fitting after all. Her perkiness and overly happy attitude for the majority of his stay with them had nearly pushed him to breaking point.

No-one with so little mental capacity was allowed to do that. No-one that far below him. He would not allow it.

So in three days time, she would die.

*Authors Note*: I'm so sorry for the lack of replies and I thank you for being patient with me. I am aware as to how slowly this is going but my grandmothers health is declining so it is taking a lot of my time to help her around. Work and University are taking up the rest.

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