Silent in my sanity
I live save inside my cell
In the darkness that surrounds me
I see my own special hell
Comfort in my suffering
Feeling warm inside this pain
Before I was coming down on me
I come on down again

I let you win, you come on to me
And you're so fucking brave
A chewed out lighten candle
Fell in my cool and empty cave
Somewhere in your world
They tell you this is what the people need
Doing all that shit on me
And leave me here to bleed

He wasn't good enough. Was that it? Was that why he had been given such a cruel, disgusting name? Beyond Birthday...it sounded, unusually happy, yet with a dark edge. Another name that made him feel useless; Backup. No, he wasn't going to allow himself to be known as something to terrible. He had ran off from the orphanage after A had died...he didn't want to be so pathetic enough as to commit suicide, no matter how shitty his life was. If he wasn't good enough to be L's successor...he'd have to settle to be the best challenger of L. He wanted to make L feel trapped, like there was something he finally couldn't do, a case that he finally couldn't solve.

Believe Bridesmaid.
First victim. Drugged and asphyxiated with a rope.

Quarter Queen.
Four days after the first murder. Drugged, Eyes crushed in post-mortem mutiliation.

Backyard Bottomslash.
Ah, the third victim, killed exactly nine days after the second murder. Her death was caused by bloodloss, her right leg and left arm cut off. Drugged as well before death.

Beyond Birthday really didn't see a problem with murdering in order to make a challenge for the World's Greatest Detective. Some people might see him as cruel, or sick-minded, and truthfully, Beyond wouldn't care if they did or not, but either way, in his eyes, this wasn't even close to cruel. He had thought of more disturbing things than just removing someone's limbs and watching them bleed to death.

But things were beginning to get boring. Sure, L hadn't caught him yet, and things were going exactly as planned, but he wanted to have a bit of fun. No, not fun. He had already had his fun toying with L. Now what he craved more than anything was revenge.

Beyond used to worship L like he was some God. Like A, he looked up to him, he admired him. Now, more than anything, he wanted to see the great detective suffer. From torture? From mental pain? From loss? He didn't care, he just wanted to see L beg for forgiveness.

Then again...what would be more entertaining than to see one of L's current successors try to find who killed L himself? Hm. Sounded like a good idea.

It was time to get to work.

(A/N: A result of my boredom. I'm a big fan of Beyond Birthday, and I wanted to write a Fanfiction about him. The plan is weak, I know, but it isn't terrible. Please Review!)

ALSO: I don't own Death Note, or it's characters. And the Lyrics above are from the song "Little Box" by Gabriel Mann.