A last chapter to finish it all up. Enjoy.

"Please, B. Don't do this."

He slammed her against the wall, red eyes shining. "I have to beat him."

She moaned softly as he bit her neck hard. "But you can beat him differently. You don't have to die."

He didn't answer, expressing his feelings through the abuse he poured onto her body.

She laid still, letting him tear her apart. When he finished, they were both breathing hard.

"It's time, Copy."

She said nothing. He dressed and walked out, never looking back. Only when he left, did she turn over and watched him leave. The door slammed shut behind him. His footsteps faded as he moved farther and farther away. Maybe if she hurried, she could catch him, convince him to stay. But, deep in her heart, she knew she could never stop him. No one could stop him.

Tears rolled down her face, the silence of their small hideaway too solid, too unbreakable. Her sobs filled the air, echoing off the empty walls. He would never care for her, for anyone. Even when he was with her, using her for his pleasure, she could hear the soft, breathy whispers of "L." She could never compare to that. He only lay with her to satisfy fantasies of the dark-haired detective. She bore the scratches and bruises that Beyond wanted to put on someone else. And the pain that belonged only to her.

She woke up slowly, hurt and longing drawing her down. She could feel the dried track where her tears slipped out, but could do nothing to wipe her face. She sighed and watched the ceiling. Why couldn't she see him again? She just wanted it to be over, done so she could see him again.

Dr. Teller came in cautiously, his thin form stooped slightly as he approached. "Is everything alright, Rose?" They must have heard her screaming again. She couldn't sleep without letting out those pained cries.

She glared at him from the corner of her eye, tears of pain and depression threatening to spill over. "No, nothing is alright! I'm trapped here, trapped in all this white, and he's gone, and I can't ever see him again, and I can't say sorry, or tell him I love him..." She trailed off in a series of hiccups and heaving breaths.

She regained control somewhat and looked at him, her face looking more like a small girl's than it had in a long time. Her voice wavered as she said softly, "I want to talk."

"Then tell me, Rose."

"He called me Copy. He never felt anything for me, but I loved him. I wanted to make him happy. I wanted him to care about me. That would've been enough. I would've been happy to just have him care about me." She sniffed again, the tears slowly drying. "I wanted him to be with me, to stay for me. But he left, he walked away, he left." She closed her eyes, swaying slightly as she whispered over and over to herself, "He left, he left, he left."

The doctor had paled slightly, his eyes troubled. "It's okay, Rose. Everything's oka-"

Her eyes snapped open and she shrieked, "No it's not! Nothing is okay! He's dead!"

She sobbed more. She had held it together for so long, and it had finally become too much. Her heart, broken and healed over with scars so many times, had finally shattered. She began screaming, wordless cries tearing out of her in an attempt to relieve some of the pain.

She kept screaming, fighting uselessly as security came in and held her still while a nurse sedated her. Dr. Teller watched, his mouth slightly open in shock. She had a new brutality about her, a new air of breaking. He had a feeling that something had happened and she would never be the same again.

"Copy. Can you hear me?"

"Beyond? Is it you?"

"Yes."

"Am I asleep again? Please don't let it hurt."

"No, Copy, this isn't a dream. Come to me."

"Oh... Okay... Don't let it hurt..."

"It's okay now. It's all okay."

"That doesn't sound like you, Beyond."

"Just come to me."

"Beyond?"

His voice was fading. "Come..."

She followed the voice, her life drifting away.

Dr. Teller stepped back, the drug going to work. She wouldn't hurt and it would be over quickly. No one would be able to trace the overdose in her food. The institution might go under an investigation, but the detective knew what he was doing.

He stepped outside the room, the dark-haired man waiting for him. "I'm guessing it's over?"

The doctor nodded. "Yes. Everything has been taken care of."

The other man nodded, his shoulders hunched as he turned to leave. "Good."

He shuffled out slowly, his mind already moving on. Now that the last of the L.A.B.B. case was cleared up, he could focus on his new game. It would take his utmost skill to outwit this 'Kira.'

Far above, or below depending on your view, two souls met again after so long apart.

I might do one more after this, to clear up Copy's feelings. I don't really like how any of this story came out, but it's good enough. I might redo it sometime.