Author's Note: What the hell is wrong with this site? I had to pull some extra steps just to get this halo uploaded for you lovely wastelings. But, I managed to get it up. I think it's because it can't handle a nine page document with 3,501 at this time. Anyway, we meet another serial killer who's going to play a role in the Wasteland. Plus, we come back to the Master and Kohaku. I have been sitting on the idea for Izaya's kill ever since I saw the Black Mirror episode White Christmas. I think I did a good job with the scene. You're going to get a Durarara-stuffed week on the week Halloween. You're going to get two halos in this fic and two bites in Wonderland Bites. I also have next week lined up and ready to go. For now, enjoy this week's halo.

Halo Eleven: Greg:

-Greg-

I love my job.

No little kid wants to grow up to work in an office or in a fast food restaurant. They usually want to be doctors, people in positions of power, celebrities, firefighters, or something more glamorous. Most of them don't get to be that way. Me? It changed all of the time. All I know is that my folks joked that I was born with a mouse in my hand. I don't mind it. I just get to show off my skills. Not just in the IT office. But I am getting ahead of myself.

Where was I going with this? Oh yeah. I love my job. I can spy on people's computers and get away with it. I have to to find out why their computers aren't working properly. Hiding anything from me won't work. I am going to find it. Just pray that you aren't up to no good. Otherwise, I won't say a word.

Man, I love my job. Have I already said that? I can't stress that enough. I will probably say it again soon.

Hijiribe Ruri has gone missing. She was last seen around the Jack 'O'Lantern building on November 13th, 2015, around nine in the evening. Surveillance showed two women approaching Hijiribe just outside of the building. They looked like they were talking to the idol. The conversation didn't last long. About three minutes later, Ruri walked off with the women. There was no struggle. She just walked off with them. But something wasn't right. Hijiribe moved as if she was in a trance. She followed the women off-camera.

That video went viral as soon as hit the news. Rumors spread all over the internet like a virus. Some fans thought the women were aliens. A few thought that Hijiribe would be a victim of human trafficking. However, eagle eyes noticed the type of clothes that the women were wearing.

"Those are miiko robes," one netizen said. This prompted a closer look. Sure enough, the mysterious women were dressed in robes. Whispers of Ruri joining a cult quickly reared its ugly head. They would have no idea.

Meanwhile, the police were digging into the kidnapping of Hijiribe Ruri. Yes, this was a kidnapping. Kasuka was the one to phone the police. The case began right away. The police only had that video as a lead. There wasn't much they had to go by. The women looked to be in their thirties to forties. They did their best to avoid the camera. No one managed to get a good look at their faces. Only Ruri's face was visible. The quality of the video left so much to be desired but it was good enough to make out the idol and her abductors on film.

The agency issued an award for the safe return of Hijiribe Ruri. Tips have been flying in left and right. So far, nothing has panned out. The diol had been missing for weeks. She wouldn't show up again until December.

-Greg-

"Do you have any plans for Christmas?" Kuriyama asked. I didn't look up until someone pushed on my arm.

"Huh?" I asked.

"I was asking you if you have any plans for Christmas," she said.

"No…" I said. "Why?" She shrugged with a weird look on her face.

"Just making conversation," she said. I didn't respond. Kuriyama's computer had slowed down again. I had to be the one to fix it. It wasn't going to take long. I sat back from her computer when the cleaning process was complete.

"Here you are," I said. "Good as new."

"Yay! You're the best!" Kuriyama said. I stood up and bowed. I turned and walked back to the basement. It's not that I don't like her. It's just that our personalities clash. Kuriyama talks incessantly and mostly about nothing. I don't get why she tries to talk to me every chance that she gets. We aren't that close. Good thing she has her own set of friends here. Otherwise, I would probably end up stabbing her.

"I'm back," I said as I made it back to my dwellings at work.

"Hi," the others said. I walked back to my desk. Ken looked up from his computer.

"Kuriyama again?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"I think she just messes up her computer on purpose just so she can flirt with you," Ken said. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh please, yeah right," I said.

"I'm serious," he said.

"Nah," I said as I woke up my computer. I opened my email again. I took a moment before I went into incognito mode. I picked over my computer. Good, they are still working. Time for a little pick-me-up.

I opened up a hidden bookmark on my desktop. I brought up my favorite crime blog. First article on the page? A man was found shot to death in an elevator in an apartment across town. The police were already in the area at the time. One of them decided to ask more of the people upstairs in the building. It didn't take long for the cops to start an investigation into Oshiro Kazou's murder. There wasn't much sympathy for the victim. He was part of a revenge porn ring. The netizens were cheering his downfall. Some were wishing that he burned in hell. I smiled at my screen. The victim's murder would lead to more revenge porn rings being broken up. Even better there were rumors about how this was Quantum's handy work.

Quantum. I covered my mouth as I snickered.

"What are you smiling for?" I heard. I looked up to see another one of my coworkers staring at me funny. I gave him a goofy shrug.

"Nothing," I said. I close up everything and get back to work. I will have to look at the cases later. I couldn't help but smile at the screen again.

"So how does it feel to be famous?"

"Meh."

"That's it?"

"I mean, I like the attention but I just can't come out and say, 'Hey guys, I'm the DK!'"

"Fair enough."

"You do have quite the fanbase. They are taking bets on who your next victim is going to be. Your costume is on top of many cosplay lists. People have a crush on you. Some of your fans even want to marry you. There are drawings and fanfics of you."

Sawako giggled at the last part. "People are weird, you know? There are some people that will many people in prison. Hell, there was a lady who was engaged to a death row inmate in America."

"That's nuts."

"Oh hey, Orphan."

"Are death inmates even allowed conjugal visits in America?"

"No."

"So she would be married on paper."

"Yeah."

"That's weird."

"Speaking of which, what's the next kill on tap, DK?"

"Let's see… I just finished sorcery. So that would be… Hang on." Sawako opened an app on her phone.

"Barrators. Ugh! Another corrupt politician."

"Not your favorite?"

"No. It's just getting too easy by now."

"I feel you."

"What about you guys? What are you up to with your kills?"

"I'm working on that."

"Hm… That's an interesting question. Oh, BRB. Working is calling me."

"Same here."

"I've got class myself."

"See ya."

"Bye."

"Later."

Everyone talks about the Dante Killer. But there are other killers in the city. They are playing the same game too. In fact, one of them is gearing up for the next kill right now.

There's been a little-known killer over the internet. That blackmailer in the revenge porn ring was just the beginning. Actually, he wasn't the first. There have been others. The police have yet to connect the dots. He doesn't mind it. But he knows that it's going to be a matter of time.

For now, he gets support and makes his kills. For the past couple of days, everything was quiet on his front. That was no good. Hence why he is working on something big.

His name is Quantum. No one has really seen his face. Just like the Dante Killer, he's got a list and he's going through it. Let's see who was up next. Who did he feel like torturing into for justice before their demise? Revenge porn was easy picking for him. But there was another target he had in mind before the main course.

He readied himself with his old lady impression. He had been tracking his latest start for weeks. This was going to be interesting, to say the least.

When that was over, he could get back to work with his main project.

"You idiot," Namie said as she looked down at the Izaya's remains. "I tried to warn you. Okay, granted, I wasn't specific about who was going to kill you. But still, I tried. You tried too but it still wasn't enough. And now look at you."

She shook her head.

"Not only that, but you put a target on Mikage's back. Heh. I can't ever picture her being a mother. Oh, she will live alright. Hell, she will still be able to teach at that dojo of hers. But that baby…" Namie had a grim look on her face.

"If that kid survives, it would be best if she had an abortion. Your kid is going to die one way or another. If Mikage is smart, she will make the appointment to save herself. I doubt she's going to show any mercy for round two.

"As for you, you're not going to be stuck with us. No. You are in for much worse. Sucks to be you. At least I tried. That's all I have to say to you. Enjoy your misery. Bye." Namie faded away from the abandoned smoke shop.

This workday felt too long. Greg leaned back in his chair. So far, no more complaints with their computers. On the one hand, great. On the other hand, there was nothing to do. Greg looked at his coworkers. Half of them looked like they were about to doze off. They didn't look like they were going to judge him for looking at his phone. The IT guy reached into his pocket. Oh look, there was another text. Oh, nice. Everything had been set into motion now. That went quicker than he thought. He couldn't wait to see the results.

The chat box binged on his computer. Greg shoved his phone in his pocket and looked up. Time to get back to work. Oh well. He was going to have to see the results later. The man sat up and looked at his screen. Who needed his help this time? Oh. It's her again. Greg forced himself to smile. He would try to get this finished as soon as possible. Do not engage and work as fast as he could. Right…

Kohaku backed up to her front door.

"What are you doing here? How did you get into my house?" she asked. The Master smirked at her.

"I let myself in," he said. Kohaku reached for her phone.

"There, there," the Master said. "There's no need to get the police involved. I just want to see what you can do with your powers." She stared at him with wide eyes.

"Come on," he said. "Show me what you can do. Those marks on your skin are just a small price to pay for your marvelous power." Kohaku pressed her lips together.

"And then you'll leave me alone?" she asked.

"For a time," the Master said. "I still have a few more of you to visit." He held out his hand.

"So come on," he said. "So me what you can do." Kohaku froze. So this was what the others felt when he put them on the spot like that.

"Who do you want me to do?" she asked. The Master snickered as he pointed in the dining room. Kohaku slowly went pale as she turned her head. She began her walk in that direction. The girl feared where this was going.

Her mother was sitting at the table looking half-out of it. Kohaku slowly backed away from the doorway.

"Oh no…" she said. "No, no, no, no." The tadpole backed into the Master as he put his hand on her shoulder.

"Go on," he said. "Why don't you eat your mother's sins?" Kohaku shook her head.

"No… Please don't…" she pleaded.

"But you must," the Master said. He gave her a little shove forward. It was so easy to set it up. He decided to attack the source of Kohaku's misery and make her confront it. Well, at least half of it. The tadpole got a good look at her mother. The woman was laid out on the table. She could barely keep her head up. Kohaku winced. She couldn't help but wonder if the Master had drugged her or something. However, Kohaku couldn't focus on that when she saw the fanged demon on her shoulder. She trembled as she heard it shouting at her.

Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate!

He wasn't going to let her back down. Kohaku felt so small as she got closer. When did that demon get so big? The creature had more detail to its body. The mother was filled with nothing but black fangs. It spoke with the mouth wide open. The body looked like it had been dipped in running ink. There were no eyes. Stretched skin lay over where the eyes should be. A small spark of quiet rage filled Kohaku's soul.

Her mother blamed her for her father's "late-night visits". She claimed that she seduced him away from her. She claimed that she was always taking everything from her. She always took her anger out on Kohaku.

"It's not my fault!" the tadpole said aloud. She reached out and touched the demon. Kohaku started to feel it going into her skin. Already, she felt like throwing up. Still, she couldn't back down. She had to do this!

Her mother lifted her head. She still looked out of it. She tried to make out what she was looking at. Kohaku stood in front of her with her hand hoovering over air. What was that look for?

The tadpole didn't flinch as the teeth were gnawing in her hand. She wouldn't back down. Tears filled Kohaku's eyes.

"It isn't my fault," she said. "He raped me. He's been doing this for years under your nose." The biting traveled to her wrist. Kohaku closed one eye but still wouldn't back down. The Master stood back, smirking.

"Yes," he hissed.

"You stole him from me," her mother said in a whisper.

"No!" Kohaku said. "I was just a child!" The tips of Kohaku's fingers started to turn black. They began to feel cold. Still, she would not back down. The demon was halfway in her hand. Her mother glared at her.

"You're always taking everything away from me," she said in a raspy voice. Kohaku shook her head through the pain. The demon was now biting and clawing inside of her arm. She wasn't going to quit after she came so far.

"I hate you. I wish you had never been born," her mother said. Kohaku ate up the last of the sin. The girl fell to her knees. She panted as the demon clawed, bit, and scratched its way through her body. The rage was still smoldering. The tadpole felt like she was going to throw up. Kohaku looked up at her mother. The woman was slumped over the table now glaring at her.

"I hate you," she whispered. This time, Kohaku wasn't afraid. She jumped to her feet. The tadpole turned when she heard clapping behind her.

"Well done! Well done!" the Master said. "You've amazed me, little kitty cat! Well done! Well done!" Kohaku glared at him.

"Don't ever make me do that again," she growled. The Master gave her a little shrug.

"Sure," he said. "Now what?" The tadpole sneered and walked past him to her room.

That was the night Kohaku left her home for good.

The work day is coming to a close. Everyone is packing up and heading out. Greg was still at his computer.

"Working late?" one of his coworkers asked. The IT guy glanced up at him.

" A little bit," he said. "Just logging in the rest of the report for the day."

"Ah, I see," they said. "Good night."

"Night," Greg said. He waited until everyone in the building was gone. He didn't have to but it made his real work that much more exciting. Added that touch of drama, you know? He gave off a dry laugh as he typed up the last of the report and hit send. He leaned back in his chair and breathed out.

"Done," he said to himself. But he knows otherwise. He took one more look at the time on the desktop before shutting down his computer. Greg quietly rose to his feet and packed up everything. Once the lights were off and he left the building, the real work could begin.

Izaya was back to his old tricks again. Maybe trolling people seeking suicide would make things better. It's worked in the past. Tonight was going to be no different.

She had to be about twenty-three years old. They met up in a karaoke booth. The woman didn't look nervous. She had no emotion on her face. There was a dull look in her eyes. Just her black funeral attire made him uneasy.

"So why do you want to die?" Izaya asked. She didn't look up.

"There is someone I want to see," she said. Her voice was barely audible. She didn't even look up.

"Who?" Izaya he asked. The woman held her hand to her chest.

"Someone I loved," she said.

"What if they aren't there?" the information broker asked. She lifted her chin.

"Then I will have my answer and cease to be," she said.

"Do you believe in an afterlife?" Izaya asked.

"I don't know. There's only one way to see," the woman said. She held her purse by her side. She glanced down at her lap. Something didn't feel right with her. This was a woman seriously wanting to die. Izaya got a chill from her ice-blue eyes.

"Hm?" he asked. The woman mumbled something under her breath. Izaya leaned in closer for a listen.

"What did you-?" Suddenly, Izaya felt woozy. His vision grew blurry as the woman stared intently at him.

"I'm so sorry," she said. "But this was the only way." The information broker tried to stay awake as he blinked. What… What did she do to him? Izaya tried to think of the time when she drugged him.

"I've tried to find the right person to die with me," the woman said. "They would all get cold feet. I had to drug your drink so you wouldn't chicken out. I'm so sorry. This was the only way." It was then Izaya remembered she was the one who got the drinks. She insisted on doing it. The information broker cursed himself for being careless.

The woman tackled him to the seat. She pinned him down with her weight. She opened her purse and reached inside. The woman forced open his mouth and pushed a large funnel inside. She pulled out a bottle of red liquid and opened it. Izaya didn't have the strength to push her off anymore. Her knees and thighs held him in place. The woman had a crazed look in her eyes as forced him to drink up. The information broker stared at her with wide eyes.

"This is the only way," she kept saying. "This is the only way." After she got him to drink the bottle, Izaya had a seizure while foaming at the mouth. His own vomit started to come up as well. The last thing the information broker could remember was the woman drinking another bottle of the red juice.

Izaya awoke trembling in his own bed. He could still taste the juice and poison in his throat. He gave off a dry laugh as he realized what happened. He knew that she still wasn't down with him yet.

December 16th, 2015

Greg slipped into his room and booted up his computer. It was time to begin the night work. The results in the text pleased him so much. Now, he could go on. Once the computer was up, Greg reached under his desk and pulled out a large black bear mask. He smiled before putting it on. The IT guy logged in on his server as his handle of Quantum.

December 18th, 2015

Chikako placed a phone call to the chief.

"Uh… Boss, we've got a little problem," she said in a nervous and confused voice. "We seemed to have lost a body. Someone has taken Orihara Izaya's body."