"Monster!"

The words echoed in his head. Spinning round and round until launching into his brain.

'Monster?'

But the girl's cries were in vain, she was already dead. Blood dripping from her chest. The same blood staining the red-eyed man's hands.

But… this was ok, right? No big deal. He'd done this before. She would have died anyway. Her numbers reached zero. The end of a lifespand.

The killer slouched down next to what was once Quarter Queen- a thirteen year old girl.

"Monster?" He said aloud. "I'm… a monster?"

The idea wasn't foreign to him. He'd known as soon as he'd run away. But he knew he had to win. Their cries, his killings? All part of a cruel battle. Student versus mentor. A mentor never seen, whose face never shown. You cannot please a shadow.

'But,' he thought thinking back. 'Life was worse before.'

Another scream. A cry for help. Not from a thirteen year old girl, but a lonely child. That's the first thing they heard. His mother in a train wreck, his father from thugs, leaving behind a boy of five. There was nothing left for him.

But that was before Mr. Wammy came along, placing him in a special orphanage for geniuses. Things were ok. Life seemed to be repairing itself. But then there was L.

L.

The name made him sick.

The orphanage trained children to become the possibility of a successor. And at a logical stand point, the child thought it made perfect sense. To prepare an alternative or back-up for the world's greatest mind.

But nothing could prepare him to find his best friend hanging from a rope in their closet. Nothing. This was L's doing. He had been the one to place all the pressure on such a small child.

"L's fault! All L's fault!" He'd screamed.

That was what did it.

There was no way the child would just sit back and watch L's sick, sadistic game. To watch as the others were destroyed one by one. He'd stop it somehow. But the boy was young and didn't know how.

But then, the child had a thought.
And thought turned to idea.
Idea turned into plan.
Plan into action.

To put L in his place. A string of murders. Himself being the fourth and final victim. To create a crime that could never be solved. L would be forever chasing the boy, forever haunted in his shadow. He would win. He would surpass L.

'To sacrifice a pawn for the others. Seems a worthy trade,' the young man thought.

This girl was his second victim. Her blood now staining the small apartment's floor. Looking back at the blonde girl's face, he almost regretted his actions. Pushing a strand of blood-soaked hair away gently, he leaned in and whispered a sign of thanks.

And then he gorged her eyes out.

Because, in all truthfulness, he didn't care if he was a monster after all.

I started with the word "Monster", and it ended up into this. Despite being written separate, another of my stories called "Perfection" is kind of like a response to this one and I highly recommend you read it!

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