Innocence (MelloxNear) (Death Note)

Chapter 13 | He Released The Monster

Warning - Canon is completely fucked from here on in. Because screw the rules, I'm the author. I think this is an A/U now... I have no idea. If you don't understand anything, I'll explain it. Probably. (Another Note (NO PUN INTENDED): This fic is actually ending soon... Chapter 18 will be the finale. If you notice slow updates, it's because I don't want this piece of shit to end.)

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There's no such thing as fate

Only yourself to blame 

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Thumb placed against his bottom lip, the detective stared aimlessly at the wall, contemplating his own thoughts. He was still wondering how to catch Beyond, despite having already made out that he had his plan all figured out. In all honesty, even with his bait (Near) and his backup (Mello), he was still devising how to actually lock him away for good. He pondered just giving the life sentence, but immediately scrapped the idea. Knowing the psycopath, he would find an escape in an hour, maybe even less. It wasn't in his natural behaviour to be able to be contained for long. So L decided on the one thing that would rid him of the murderer once and for all; The death sentence. Considering all of the despicable crimes Beyond has commited, that was actually alot less than he deserved for all of his wrongdoing.

"He's very smart... Evasive. It's going to be difficult to catch him..." L muttered to nobody in particular, before turning back to his laptop, ignoring the stinging in his eyes from lack of sleep. He had never been one for normal bedtime routines, as his brain was so active it was near impossible to get a wink of decent shuteye, so he usually just waited until he collapsed from exhaustion. Though he wasn't particularily happy with the thought of suddenly keeling over, he knew it was necessary. Having a mind spectacular as his came with a price.

A beep resonated in the silence, radiating from the laptop's speakers, alerting L of a new email. He always kept his information a secret, par a few rare cases, them being Watari and several of his assistants. He said that, but in reality, they were criminals he used like pawns on a chess board. Hackers, con-men, assassins; You name the profession, L had the contacts. 

L had no choice but to sharply raise an eyebrow as he saw that the sender's name was listen as unknown. He had specifically made his email only accessable by those with a passcode to it, so this was a strange occurance indeed. The last time he had given away the key to the one single way to contact him was to an FBI agents over four months ago. Letting out a "hmmm" of interest, he clicked the message, and being shocked at what he saw was an understatement to say the least.

Sender: Unknown.

Recipents: You.

Been a while, hasn't it, L? After years of trying to find you, I finally got it. And all it took was a dash of blackmail. Oh, but I've been rude, haven't I? I'm the person who is going to surpass you. Your death will be at my hands, no one elses. Mm, I can just smell your blood... Probably sugary thanks to all of those snacks you eat! I have cravings too, not cakes though. But you know that, don't you? After all, you were the one buying me jam all of those years ago. Yes. It's me, Beyond. Or more commonly refered to by you and that bastard Watari as Backup. Well this time, I'm not going to be that. It will be you calling for backup when I take that sweet little child from you... My plan is already in action, L. So be prepared. 

"Ah, so he finally decided to reveal himself. A bit unorthadox for him though, I have to say..." The insomniac murmered, questioning internally the sudden appearance of Beyond. This wasn't at all like him, to appear out of the blue. His behaviour pattern would prove that point more, as he prefers to drag situations on and enjoy them, not anything like this. Though L had to agree that this was in fact B, as no one else could possess the skills required to attain his address and break through the rigorous firewall. The detective knew of B's skills, of course, though it wasn't just a case of information fed through the grapevine...