"You know, they worked out that if the richest people in the word donated half their income for a year we could end world poverty like, four times over." Alice mentioned, leaning back in her chair. They were in a different, but equally swanky hotel this week, and Alice had temporally stopped her attempts to convince B that going to Whammy's house would be a good idea.

"Do you have a point with this?" B asked from the other chair, jar of strawberry jam leaving sticky stains on the coffee table.

"Not really, just thinking out loud." Alice chewed he lip. "I'm bored."

"We are not going to Whammy's."

"Spoil sport."

The paper was burning a hole in L's pocket. He was overly conscious of exactly what it could do. What using it would mean.

Alice liked her brother. He understood her when she used non-words ("You need to get a thing-a-migig while you're out." "Why do you want a light bulb?") And didn't make her feel wrong.

The problem was it was too good to last. For the past few days Hel had been giving looks. Looks of meaning and you-should-be-ready. It made Alice feel sick. That feeling you get when you know something bad was going to happen, could feel it creeping up on you with every breath, but couldn't know when it was going to happen. Couldn't know when the thread was going to snap and you were going to plummet into the abyss.

Anarchy's activity increased as a result. Her climbing fear meant people were tap-dancing themselves to death (Michel Jones, Andrew Jameson, Leah Write, Callum Rodgers), spontaneously combusting (Augustus Andrew, Rebecca May, Sarah O'Donnell) or just suffering whatever fate seemed appropriate at the time.

It seemed to get easier, not that it had been hard to write names down in the beginning, but now she could wright someone's death in seconds and not care.

The Anarchy fan-sites were getting frenzied. With Alice still on the loose, and the escape of Beyond, things were looking bleak. Kira was still working, despite Koysuke's death.

It was creeping up. Alice had said it, had said she could see it (50% chance that was the actual truth, and not her own delusions.) and he felt inclined to believe her.

If he was sure. If and only if he was 100% certain.

"Why did you try and kill yourself?" Alice asked one night. No one had bothered to turn on the TV, or the lights, and the room was illuminated only by the city lights.

"Because I was becoming a monster."

"And now?"

"I stopped caring."

"About what?"

"How L works. It's dangerous, how we were raised. Everyone who walks into Whammy's walks out with an above average intelligence and more mental issues than you could count."

"Sounds healthy."

"It isn't. And L should have remembered that. A died because of Whammy's, more students will to if L doesn't get his head out of his ass."

"Has L forgotten emotions?"

"Emotions' interfere with reasoning. He did a Spock. All the leaders do."

"Huh."

Hel watched a point slightly above Alice's head silently.

Alice let the silence stretch between them for a while, not content but grabbing any moments she could.

"Are you planning on sleeping tonight?"

"Yes, now in fact." Beyond paused as he left, bent, and wrapped Alice in a hug. "Whatever you're planning, be careful." He whispered.

"I'm away careful." Alice promised, arms clenching tight.

As the door to Beyond's room closed with a click Alice turned to Hel expectantly.

"I hope you know what you're doing." Hel cautioned.

"When do I not?" Alice grinned, dropping the notebook on the table. Despite the shear amount of pages that Alice had ripped out the book still looked like it always had. The corners were even sharp, a miracle considering just how badly the book got treated.

Scribbling out a brief note and leaving it on the Note, Alice slipped out the door and, she hoped, out of her brother's life.

It took 5 hours and 17 minutes for Alice to turn herself in. This wasn't because she had become lost, but more due to the fact that she was turning herself in at the police station of a small town far enough away that anyone trying to find B would be stumped.

She hoped so anyway. She really, desperately didn't want her brother being shunted off to prison (again) because she fucked up.

Now Alice was sitting in an average cell, different to the ones in wellington in that there were more bars and less cinder-block walls.

"Nervous?" Hel asked drifting back through the wall.

"Of course not, why should I be? This is how it was always going to end."

"They will be her in an hour, I am unsure if they are taking you to another prison, or to L."

"You say that like there's a difference. How long?"

"You have time."

Alice leaned back and sighed. It would have been nice to know if B was ok. She hoped he didn't go looking for her, but she desperately hoped that he would do what she requested. It's all fun and games until someone loses their marbles.

Still the cell was boring. Grey grey and more grey with no reading material because she was Anarchy.

"Who's for the game, the greatest that's played the rip roaring game of a fight? Who'll grip and tackle the job unafraid and who think's he'd rather sit tight?..."

There is black and science.

The room was dark and small (or large, it was impossible to tell, just black everywhere). Although she wasn't blinded she could see nothing through the darkness. "How long?" Anna, Alice, Anarchy asked.

There was nothing, just the sound of her voice in the black.

"Hel?"

"HEL!"

Alice screamed until it hurt, untll she was gasping.

No one, nothing, came.

Beyond woke to a note, two actually if one wanted to be obnoxious.

"Off to save you, have fun BB oxox"

Then email addresses, passwords, account names.

Everything needed to become Anarchy.

The monster looked at him, "There is one more thing you need to do."

A dead hand pushed the notebook closer, and B wrote a name.

Alice Birthday falls into a coma and dies painlessly.

A/N: Ok that's it, with possible epilogue. Thank you all for sticking with me through positively unholy hiatus'. Really, this is the only WIP I've finished and it's all because of you lot.

Also Really sorry this took 5 mouths longer than I thought it would. Can I make it up to you with deleted scenes?