Warning: Gore, torture, pretty much just Beyond Birthday

Disclaimer: I don't own Another Note or Beyond Birthday

Authoress Note: Another B drabble! This is in the second person, my first time writing something like this. It is incredibly dark.

Please keep in mind that you are about to die.

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"A-B-C-D-E-F-G . . ."

Lips twist into a smile and continue singing. "H-I-J-K—"

A pause and those charcoal eyes seem to glimmer red in the darkness.

"L," The voice giggles and you are numbly aware that you can't respond. In fact, you can't do much of anything. The rag in your mouth has the horrible copper taste of your own blood and excruciating pain in your lower section makes you want to look, but that is not possible. Your head feels far too heavy to lift up and this makes you worry because the stench of blood is foul in the air and you can only hope it isn't your blood.

"Did you know . . ." The voice of that madman begins again with the likeness of a child about to recite facts for a parent. "That you can still feel your limbs after they're torn off?"

Panic swarms through your veins and it makes you want to look down even more.

That disgusting, grating voice giggles.

"You shouldn't get too excited though," His voice has a disappointed tone to it, even if it sounds mocking. "I wouldn't want you to bleed to death too soon. Then I won't have much to play with."

You become aware of hot liquid streaming down your cheeks and you hope that it's tears. You are frightened, frightened beyond comparison.

"Aww, don't cry. We'll have a lot of fun together."

Something hot, like fire, blazes across your stomach and your strangled cry makes you choke on your own blood.

The voice begins singing again. "A-B-C-D . . ."

You want to die.