I love L/BB :D personally, i think theyre brothers, but that opinion wouldnt work in this story :( so im goin with a L/BB pairing on this :D I was listeing to the songs: 'Whispers in the Dark' by Skillet, 'Lies' by Evanescnece, 'Animal I have Become' by Three Days Grace, 'Getting Away with Murder' by Papa Roach, and! 'Killer likes Candy' & 'Dark Carnival of the Immaculate' by I am Ghost :D the song lyrics in the begining of this are 'How can I live' by Ill Nino :) all of these are awsome songs :) sorry I havent updated in a long time, been kinda busy...now, tell me what you think! I live on reviewslike L does sugar! :O (and Light on hair gel, but thats another subjuct, beg pardon my spelling)

I own nothing!!! D': sadly...


Lies to the copy but from the mouth of death

"I am so alike you,

in so many ways.

I know I'm just a copy,

that carries on the stain..."

"Just a copy, Lawliet...You and I...our hands are equally stained..." the blood eyed man drug a scarlet finger down the wall, a trail of wine coloured liquid tailed as the digit left. His raven hair scruffy, and wet down to the base with red human juices.

Recently, he had changed from a crimson painted white shirt, into a more suitable black. It contrasted beautifully with his placid skin.

"I have you now, my little dove. So different you and I are, yet one of the same..." a long pale finger drew up to his lips like a warrior his battle sword. A small pink tongue tip lapped up the last of the remaining blood. How could something so vial, taste so sweet? It almost resembled strawberries....almost...

His arm returned to his side gracious and gradually, fingering a rose's flushed petals with endearment. Why or how he had acquired such a flower is not a subject to stir. But what did matter is what the blooming figure meant. Red. The colour of blood, one that any murderer or heartless beast would often enjoy at the sight. The long pine tinted stem tainted with thorns that just barely missed the white, fragile skin. He ghosted his way down the halls and past countless chambers. Their walls howling and moaning. As though his victims had been stored behind their brick casings. The man's feet tapped the floor like ballerina slippers. Barely making any, if not, no sounds at all. The windows casting an eerie blue, silver glow over the murderer. A sickening Cherise smile painted his brilliant lips.

"I'm getting away with murder..." a soft whisper licked those red lips, as he made his stride to a cramped, darkened room. Undoing the chains and bolts, he entered, more cat like and alien than human.

The chamber was no live quarters. The walls screeched in their scars of torn pieces and cuts. Bleeding in their own ominous way. But trickling into the space, a gray hue illuminated by the moon's drooling light drifted in and evanesced into the darkened corners. The man placed himself in front of the west wall, and glared up. Those scarlet eyes not once blinking or tearing away. He took out a knife, and grazed the top of his stomach, peeling away the skin into a shape...no..not a shape...a letter...

....

L

....

Carefully, and painstakingly, he pinned the removed skin on to the wall, along with its brothers. The same letters, but born in different areas. Spanning from that of the stomach, to behind his ear and tongue.

Once the flesh had been nailed to the walls, the man...Beyond Birthday, otherwise known as BB, took a collar of a large dog, and turned it inside out. The black leather wrapped around and into his thighs, the spikes digging in closer as he tightened and adjusted them for a snug fit. He stripped, leaving his body naked, the colour of freshly blessed ivory. Electrical wires and chains were to fallow. They replaced his clothing, and dressed him in their metal and cords. He latched the chains' bases to the hooks at his feet, and same for above, except for one arm. The raven haired creature took a needle, and began to bore into his flesh. Twisting and jabbing the thin steel further in. At the same time injecting himself with a homemade remedy for some incurable syndrome. Once the drug had been in place, his fist dropped the medical tool without his meaning to. Replacing and chaining his remaining hand, his lithe toes switched the button at his feet, and the electrical current surged through his veins.

They pulsed and throbbed violently.

"Ahhnnn!!!!" he pressed his bleeding tongue against the roof of his mouth. Tasting iron drip down his throat.

...13...

He could already feel himself being aroused. Pain, blood, violence, all of it released some sort of animal. One that should remain caged. Never to escape the devil's grasp in hell. All his control slipping away as the electrical current and drug continued to flow through the veins' skins. They threatened to burst right under this flushing skin.

...10....

He smiled in the agony. Laughing hoarsely deep in his throat. His fingers drew close into his palms, also drawing blood. The heat curling uncouth flesh on his wrist around the cuffs.

...7...

"Ahhhhh!!!" another scream lifted his lips, and twisted his tongue. Those canine fangs exposing under extreme torment. The area between his knees continued to pulse, and the images of his departed obsession beckoned him to lust. His stomach tightened as the sexual tension escalated. The demons one has never leave, especially under the influence of physical misery.

...4...

The chains rattled as he began to shake violently, trembling due to more than one factor. Perspiration dripped heavily off his head, down his legs and body. His lungs tried helplessly to obtain the air it so desperately needed. He clasp his red eyes shut, moaning in pain.

...1...

The drug took action, and numbed him. The electricity stopped, and every last nerve had died. His body went cold. All that was left was his cooling, sweaty form. Chained to the wall. Barely breathing, barely alive, but oh so proud of it all.

"Just a copy, Lawliet..." he wheezed. His tone catching on the edged of hysterics. "You and I...our hands are equally stained..."


review now! otherwise, ya wont know why B did that! lol, I am evil, arent i not?