Hello, there! I bring you yet another chapter! XD Last chapter was pretty freaky! Yuck, spiders! But I don't think it was scary enough! DX I think I might need to use much more descriptive types of words! ... SPIDERs! Did I scare you? No? Didn't think so.

Disclaimer: Beyond and Lawliet live in my bedroom. They also both live in my bed. I am forced to sleep on the floor! DX

Chapter 4:

Hood hadn't slept at all that night. Roger had to stay in her room to keep her company. She was too afraid to be by herself in that room. She was worried that more spiders were going to run from the shadows and cover her again.

Hood was curled into a ball under her sheets, while Roger sat on the arm chair in one of the corners. He was half asleep. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed, but he was not slumbering; mainly because the light in the room was still turned on

.-.-.

Backup closed his door and locked it. His room was the same as everyone else's. He had a large single mattress in the middle of the room, a chest of drawers in one corner, a desk in another, a wardrobe to the side, and a large window staring over his bed.

B pulled off his shirt and threw it to the floor. His room wasn't very well lit- he only had the moonlight to see everything, but he still could see just fine.

He traced each scar on his chest gently. Some were long and thick, once being deep wounds, and others were thin- being shallow cuts. Most of these scars were caused from his past, but a lot of them were fairly new.

He quietly crept across the wooden floorboards towards his desk. Each step was silent and careful- he tried not to make any noise at all. His bare foot landed in front of him- heel first, before his next foot did the same. He cringed as a low, whiny noise erupted from the wooden planks below him. He bent on his knees and dug his fingers between the boards to lift up the one that creaked. He ignored as the wood around the one in target scraped his fingers. He lifted up the one floor board completely as it wasn't nailed down. Underneath that floorboard was more wood. B scratched at it until his fingers could uneasily slide under the large plank. He cringed as he lifted his fingers back up with the piece of wood. The floorboards around his hands were cutting into his flesh. B dropped the wood behind him and peered into the hole.

Inside, there was newspaper. It was hard to see what else could have been down there because it was far too dark. He reached his hand in and lifted out a mass of old papers. He threw them to the side, not even interested in reading the titles or the dates of them to see how old they were. He reached in further and let his hand feel around in the cold hole he had made until his fingers stumbled upon something of interest. B felt a chill run down his spine as he felt what he was touching.

The object was obviously heavy. It felt like it was encased in old leather. He could feel small tears and rips in the material as the tips of his fingers caressed over it. He lifted it up; it wasn't light. After he pulled out the mysterious object he grinned.

The leather case was definitely old. Engraved in gold were letters, but B could not see them on account of minimal light in the room. His damaged fingers slid under the cover and grasped something cool and hard. He slowly pulled out a small metal object that fitted almost too perfectly in its case.

The object was sleek; it shone in the small amount of moonlight reflected in the room. It wasn't exactly that light weight, but it wasn't very heavy, either. The ends were curved gracefully and the panels were smooth. B flicked his wrist and a small silver blade slid out of its barriers.

B left the mess on his floor and drifted happily to his bed. He collapsed comfortably upon it. The moon light was reflecting off the blade. Despite it being a dangerous weapon, it was kind of beautiful as the blue light shimmered on the silver.

B's finger traced over the sharp point of the blade. He pressed the tip of his finger into it and watched as a small drop of dark coloured blood slid down the flat side. He moved the knife closer to his mouth and let his tongue wipe up his blood that travelled down the silver.

He continued to stare at the glossy blade until he heard a knock at the door. He growled and climbed off the bed. He quickly slid the object into his waist band. He shuddered because the coolness of it was pressed against his groin. He walked towards the door, pressing down on the denim of his jeans that covered the knife so it would not fall out. He felt it tap against him at each step he took. It felt mildly uncomfortable.

He didn't care if the person in front of the door saw that he had left the wooden floorboard out of its place. He was only going to slam the door in this orphans face, anyway.

He twisted the knob without word after the other person knocked on the door again. He opened the door, only to see A; ranked number one at Wammy's. Now why would A be visiting B at this time of night?

.-.-.-

Hood slightly opened her eyes. Loud snores were surrounding her. She sat up and saw that Roger had his head thrown back on his chair and his body was limp. Hood carefully reached one hand over to him. She pressed two of her fingers against his neck, feeling his pulse. The beats of his heart were slow. It obviously meant that he was in a very deep sleep.

The girl didn't think that she'd be able to sleep very easily in her new room. She slid off her bed, pulling one of her blankets with her. She tiptoed towards the half closed door, looking back at Roger to see if he had moved any- which he hadn't. She crept out into the cool hallway. It was even darker than what her bedroom was without its lights. She sat on the ground, wrapping the blanket around her body and her head fell in between her knees. She didn't care that it was deathly cold in the hallway, she closed her eyes and tried to sleep.

.-.-.

"B-Backup?" A asked, his voice slightly trembling as he watched him flick his knife in and out of its sheath. Backup's eyes trailed up and caught A's. He smirked devilishly. "Backup? What are you planning?" A whispered softly as he felt fear grow into his every pore.

"I don't know. We could play a game..." B flicked the knife back out again and held the blade up until it caught the moonlight. It reflected onto A's shoulder.

"What kind of game?" Alternative managed to steady his voice. B glanced at the white spot of light on his shirt and smirked.

"Wherever the light shines, this blade will slice."

A felt his eyes widen. He knew that the light was shining off his blade onto him. 'Shit! He's going to fucking stab me! I have to get lost!' A felt his body tense as B took a step closer to him.

"Looks like it was your shoulder." His voice was so smooth. A didn't want to be, but he was frozen to the spot. B stepped into A's personal space and tugged at the hem of the boy's shirt until he pulled it over his short brown hair. B discarded it to the floor. A's frame was not all lanky but it was not exactly muscled either, despite the fact of how many sports that he played with K.

B traced the knife down the other teens throat. A felt the hair on the back of his neck stand and butterflies begin to grow in his stomach; he felt nauseous. He swallowed as the tip of the blade traced around the curves of his neck.

"You may think that I'm going to slice your throat, but honestly, I'm not. I'm going to follow the rules and cut your shoulder." As soon as he had uttered these words, he made a sharp jerk of his elbow and sliced the skin of the other boys shoulder. A uttered a cry at the pain. He winced and held the wound under his hand as it began to bleed.

B stepped away from the light of the moon so it could overtake his reddened blade. He looked to see where the spot of light had landed. A was on his knees on the wooden floorboards. The spot of light was touching the side of his neck. 'That's not going to be any fun.' Backup thought, pouting.

"Well, A. The light seems to have landed on your soft, sweet throat." B began. A choked as B had spoken. "You know what that means." B began to stalk towards the teen on the floor. A felt his eyes sting with newly bound tears which under any circumstances he would not ever let out. His body tensed as Backup stepped and sat beside him. He closed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth as he felt the edge of the cool blade pressed against where B promised to slice. He slowly swiped the knife across, cutting only a thin layer of the teens skin. Gradually, as the knife ended its travelling, the it dug deeper. As it only just began to bleed, B removed the knife. "But doing that so soon would be of no fun." A sounded relief, but it was not enough to destroy his growing fear of what was going to happen next.

B moved closer until his and A's faces were only centimetres apart. The brunette instinctively edged backwards until he felt something being pushed into his chest. Backup was handing him the knife in the most uncomfortable of positions. With one, nervous hand, the one that wasn't attached to the aching shoulder, grabbed hold of the object, which B's hand was still wrapped around. He tried to push it away as he could feel the tip of it begin to pierce his chest. B overpowered him once he realised what A was trying to do.

"Backup!" A winced as the blade was slowly driven further into his chest.

"It's your turn." B hissed as he pulled his hand away from his knife. By doing this, A's hand was also pulled away. The knife fell and landed on the small amount of floor in between them. The weapon clattered against the wooden floorboards once again. A carefully picked the sharp knife from the floor, keeping his eye on B for any movement. He did not even twitch.

"What do I do?" He whispered nervously. B gripped A's hand which was holding onto his knife. He brought the weapon closer to his face. A's hand was shaking, making the blade shake with him. B tightened his grip on A's hand as he brought the weapon closer to his mouth. A watched with wide eyes as B began to clean the blood covered knife with his tongue. The edge of his blade nicked the tender flesh of his lip. A dark red line of blood travelled down his chin. A was staring at B in horror as he seemed to have relished in the coppery, thick liquid that had seeped out of his neck and shoulder.

B took A by surprise as he pulled him into the very few millimetres left of space that they had between each other, smashing their opened mouths together. A tried to push B away, but the other teen was much stronger than him and kept him in place. After a few seconds, A realised what B was trying to do. Apparently his tongue was bleeding. All he was trying to do, strange as it was, exchange blood with him. A slowly but gradually began to relax. B weaved his fingers into A's hair and pulled them apart. They both breathed heavily- B was much calmer than A. A was flush and B was still as deathly pale as he normally was.

"B?" He breathed. A felt so confused inside. One part of him sensed danger and wanted to run and the other wanted to stay with Backup.

B began to gently brush his fingers through the very short brown hair of A's. As he did this, he stared not at him, but above his head. A parted his lips to say something, but decided against it.

'It seems A has a rather short life span...' Beyond began to think. 'It looks like he may have a possible one or two years left in him.'

Most of A rejected this action, but a small part of him wanted it. He leant forward and gently pecked B on the lips. B was alerted. He quickly grabbed his knife and pulled back A's head, exposing his neck. B held his knife to it.

"I'm sorry, B!" He apologised quickly, feeling beads of sweat begin to form all over his skin. B made no move but continued to glare at the teen in his grasp. "Please don't kill me." He begged almost silently. B leant forward.

"I'm not going to. It's not your time to die." He whispered. His voice was deathly and held promise to it. 'And besides that, there'd be far too much evidence it was me.' A gulped and B eventually let go of him.

Again, A was frozen to the spot. Beyond flicked his knife back inside of its handle.

"Why haven't you run away from me, yet?"

It was then, A tried to unfreeze himself from his spot. He slowly got up; his legs felt like thick, heavy pieces of lead underneath his body. Beyond watched as A tried to steady himself and find his shirt.

"Backup?" He began, picking up his piece of clothing off the floor.

"Yes?"

"I'm not afraid of you." He stated bravely.

"Really?" Beyond mused, tilting his head with a growing grin.

"I'm not."

"You should be." He laughed darkly. A felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand. His laugh could make anybody feel uncomfortable- scared even. It was deep pitched, loud and rough.

A closed the door behind him and looked around the pitch black hallway. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a large shape. If he were in any other situation, he would have been curious enough to stand around and stare at it, trying to figure out exactly what is was but tonight he didn't.

Hood turned her head and noticed a tall, dark shape standing in the hallway. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand. 'Who is it? Is it looking at me?' She worried. She dipped her head back under her covers. She could hear quiet footsteps wander in the hallway, and soon a door opening and closing. She felt a cool breeze creep under her blanket. Hood shivered and curled into a tighter ball to stay warm.

/Thump. Thump. Thump./

She lifted her head out of her covers to see if anybody else was out. Hood looked around, but could see no other foreign shape. Maybe it was just her imagination. She sat out in the cold hallway for a few more minutes, before she decided to retreat to her bedroom into the warmth and depths of her bed. She tried to forget the incident with the spiders. She kept telling herself that there were none under her covers.

She stood, carrying the blankets with her. The hallway she was in was so dark that she could not see a doorway, but thankfully she was sitting right besides hers. She reached her hand out and felt the walls behind her, looking for the doorframe. She found it with ease. She gripped the doorknob and carefully opened it. Hood peeked her head in first, before opening the door all the way. The hinges squeaked loudly, but thankfully Rogers snoring had not ceased in any way. She stepped one foot in trying to ignore the creaking of the floorboards below her.

Unfortunately for her, she could not sneak back in quietly but thankfully, Roger had not awoken from his slumber. Hood crept right up to her bed, which was barely seen. She layed down on the mattress and pulled all of her blankets above her. All was silent in the room except for Rogers loud breathing and snores.

/Thump. Thump. Thump./

The girls eyes opened widely.

Yayy! Well, I think this chapter may be a slight improvement but nothing scary happened... Except for Beyond's psychopathic activities! XD