Silent Murder
It was these times she liked to remember most. This love.
This kiss.
This feeling of his arms around her.
Later she would remember more.
Like his eyes glowing red the blood that stained his hands and clothing, the feeling of fear that left her immobile.
Like the death that had become his cloak.
But for now, she’ll remember this, in a time a place less dangerous than her past….
“It’s a silent murder; it’s a grave that sings your song…….”
B.B.
The girl was paralyzed in fear as I looked down on her, my own clothing and skin tainted with the blood of those she loved.
“I apologize.” I smile a little too insincerely, but I can’t bring myself to care, as I lick clean the steel blade of its coating of blood. “I was too slow in dealing their deaths. I promise, yours will be much quicker.”
I move towards her with plenty of leisure and grace in my step like the predator I was.
Her hands are shaking as she brings the bloody fingertips to her lips, eyes now with a full ring of white around them as she looks up at me.
She hasn’t spoken a word. Not one word, even while she watched me kill her pesky friends right before her very eyes. Nope not a single word.
She was even silent as the knife dragged across her skin.
As she lay in a pool of her own crimson life.
“It’s a quiet failure, it’s the one that makes you strong……”
MIZUKA
Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap…….
It was my new mantra.
And I sang it in my head as I beelined towards home, knowing that I was going to be late, knowing, and just knowing I was going to be locked out.
Again.
I told him too, I TOLD HIM!!
My stupid teacher.
I told him I had to be home in ten minutes or I was going to be locked out of my house.
He was all like ‘grawr! I’m a stick up the butt teacher and I won’t let you go because no loving parent would ever do that. Grawr!’
Then I screamed something about how I have no parents only my idiot brother who finds it funny to hide my keys every morning and then proceed to lock me out of my house for a few hours.
And so now here I am, crossing my fingers that my brother is still at practice, not home yet.
I’m two inches away from the door when I hear a CLICK.
And I know, I know the lock’s in place.
I pound on the door with weak fists, glaring holes at the thick metal of the door as if it was my brother.
“LET ME IN DAMNIT! COME ON!!!”
The laughter sounds behind the door and that’s it, I’ve had it.
I know I pretty much scream this everyday as I leave in anger and spend money on useless fatty bakery foods until my brother calls to ask where the hell I am, but I’m yelling it again.
Because little did I actually know, this was true.
“YOU KNOW? ONE OF THESE DAYS I MIGHT JUST NOT COME BACK!!!”
And with that I proceeded with my childish temper tantrum by throwing rocks until I got a decent sized dent in the door that my brother would eventually have to pay for.
“We are heading down, a long, empty road…….. We pass, lost souls, blinded by the cold……”
B.B
It was kind of interesting to sit and people watch.
Because if you wore a different outfit, contacts, and changed your hairstyle, people didn’t suspect you for being the notorious serial killer Beyond Birthday.
Nope, they just suspected you of being the average everyday annoyance in their pointless flimsy lives.
Little did they know I could see their deaths looming over their heads, literally.
I watched a lady scold her rat of a dog on its leash when it did it’s so called ‘business’ on a nearby fire hydrant.
I watched a little child drag on his parents’ hands, pleading for a toy in a store’s window.
I watched teenagers gab to their friends on neon colored cell phones that cost more than someone’s house.
I watched stoners make drug deals out in the open and then proceed to smoke the illegal narcotics.
And I watched a girl whose eyes were glued to the ground and whose hood was pulled over her head so low I barely got a glimpse of the lovely planes of her face.
I decided then that I want this girl as my next toy.
This girl with brown boots that were too big for her feet and hand shoved deep into thick coat pockets.
This girl with hair leaking out from her hood and flowing out like mist into the air.
This girl.
Yes, she would do quite nicely.
For a brief moment, I wondered what her blood tasted like, if maybe it tasted like strawberry jam.
“Watch the fire burn out. Watch the curtain slowly close. Waiting on the final words your heart already knows…..”
MIZUKA
I dug around for my cell phone in my pocket, lashing it out with brutal force and sending another text to my brother about how much of a butt he is and about how I’m going to call child services and tell them to take me far away from him and lock him up.
I don’t really mean it though.
I love my brother, and usually I get home before he does.
It’s just that when I don’t, this happens.
I know he loves me too, it’s just….. He’s my brother and apparently it’s his obligation to annoy the crap out of me.
I do the stupid-alone-girl-walking-down-a dark-alley-by-herself routine, considering it’s the only shortcut to get to the café without hitting Main Street which right now would probably equal me getting stamped to death.
Footsteps echoed on the wet ground behind me.
For a second I think they are just the echo of my own until I turn around and look.
But they’re not an echo, those footsteps belong to the man with black hair and wide owl like eyes with shadows underneath.
He’s wearing contacts, I can tell automatically, because he fidgets with his eyes briefly and one of them falls out against his knowledge until he’s already lost it.
His real eyes are a blood red color, and they scare me.
Very much.
“What’s your name?” He asks, his voice is rough, and gentle and utterly predatory.
I blink at him.
“None of your business.” I mutter, taking a few steps backwards.
“It’s becoming my business.”
“What’s YOUR name?”
“Do not sass me.”
“I’m not.”
The corners of his mouth lifted up into a slightly smiling smirk.
“Your name please.”
“Baka.”
His eyes narrowed.
I returned his smirk.
“Are you not afraid of me?”
“Deathly.” The truth is, I was deathly afraid.
It’s just, my way of coping with fear is to make fun of it even though my heart is pounding back to fast in my chest to be healthy.
“Then why do you openly mock me even though I could kill you where you stand?”
“Because, I honestly don’t care. Be my guest if all you wish is a throat to slit go ahead. May the police ever be on your ass.” A lump formed in my throat from the words.
Of COURSE I didn’t want to die; I’m just the stupid idiot who runs her big fat mouth.
He cocked his head to the side. “I quite like you, you know that?”
“Oh so openly brash about your feelings, now are we?”
“I don’t see the point in not being straightforward. Cryptic answers and useless phrasing and mumbling does no good to get points across.”
I titled my head to the side much like his was, my lips still formulating a smirk. My heart beat one octave less.
“Are you going to tell me your name?” I asked.
“I thought I was the one doing the asking?” He questioned, his smirk growing wider.
“Hey, that’s not a straightforward answer.” I chuckled.
“Beyond Birthday. Now my bold girl, will you tell me yours?”
“Mizuka.” I replied.
He held out his hand for me, “Mizuka, if you would not mind accompanying me for a little stroll?”
“You’re a stranger you idiot.” I smiled, laughing. “Of course I’ll go on a ‘stroll’ with you.”
I could never know that this man was a serial killer; I could never have known that my own personality had saved my life.
I could have never known what was going to happen to me in the future and what kinds of strange hardships lay ahead.
But the funny thing, if I looked back at this, it might be one of the few moments in my tale that I think make me want to do it all over again.
“We are heading down a long, empty road…….. We pass, lost souls blinded by the cold……”
B.B.
This girl was strange.
She made me feel fuzzy inside in a place where there was only emptiness and ice.
I couldn’t figure out if I hated her or loved her for it.
I found her intoxicating, alluring, I found myself smiling for reasons other than blood and gore and death.
I found myself smiling actually because of someone, because of their personality.
Because of their smile, that strange look in their eyes, because of the way they spoke boldly, even when they were deathly afraid of me.
Because, even though I just met her, I’m pretty sure, I loved her already.
Actually, I’m positive.
This girl, I love her.
For her, I would change the world.
She leaned into my arm, looking up at me.
“Beyond, you’re awfully quiet all of the sudden.” She spoke, and that voice, it hit through my trance, and melted the boundaries between me and the humans.
“I’m thinking.” I surprised myself by speaking out loud.
It’s like I had to answer her, it’s like I had to make her happy.
Why is this?
Because I love this girl.
Jeez, I can’t just get that fact out of my head.
I love someone.
I love Mizuka.
“About what?” She smiled happily, relieved that I answered.
I bent down until my face just hovered over hers.
“About how strange it is.” I watched her eyes as they scanned my face, I watched the color flitter in the irises I watched the way they got wide with the closeness.
But she didn’t move away.
Even though she was afraid.
I could tell, fear wasn’t a new thing to my senses.
And it was plain on her face.
But she stood her ground, and spoke with that voice full of her personality and that smirk that made me was to keep her safe in my arms forever.
“That’s not a straight answer.”
I pressed my lips to hers, threading my fingers through her soft hair.
I felt the fear leave her body, I felt her relax, and I smiled in the kiss.
When we broke apart I looked down at her.
“I was thinking about how strange it was that I just met you, yet I love you like no other.”
She smirked at me.
“Funny, I was thinking the same thing.”
“By the cold…….”
MIZUKA
This was a weird feeling.
It was stupid I know.
To think that I could foolishly fall in love with someone in this short of time.
But you know that saying?
Love at first sight?
Is it possible to be love at first conversation?
Nah, that just sounds dumb, even if it was my truth.
But you know, I never wanted to leave him, never.
So I didn’t.
I didn’t go home.
I didn’t answer my brother’s texts.
Because the truth was, I didn’t know where my phone went.
And I lost track of time.
And before I knew it, it was a year since we had met.
And I haven’t ever been out of his sight for more than a few seconds.
Maybe if I had, I would have known, I could have known what was coming next.
Because Beyond was a murderer, whether I liked (or knew) the fact or not.
But I loved him, whether the fact changed that or not.
And so that day, when I came upon a journal of his, the pictures of his.
When I read about the things he had done.
I cried, and yet.
Nothing changed.
I loved him.
Beyond Birthday.
Yes, murderer or not.
It couldn’t change that fact.
So I’d keep quiet about him.
My silent murderer.
“It’s a silent murder……it’s a grave that sings your song……..”
This kiss.
This feeling of his arms around her.
Later she would remember more.
Like his eyes glowing red the blood that stained his hands and clothing, the feeling of fear that left her immobile.
Like the death that had become his cloak.
But for now, she’ll remember this, in a time a place less dangerous than her past….
“It’s a silent murder; it’s a grave that sings your song…….”
B.B.
The girl was paralyzed in fear as I looked down on her, my own clothing and skin tainted with the blood of those she loved.
“I apologize.” I smile a little too insincerely, but I can’t bring myself to care, as I lick clean the steel blade of its coating of blood. “I was too slow in dealing their deaths. I promise, yours will be much quicker.”
I move towards her with plenty of leisure and grace in my step like the predator I was.
Her hands are shaking as she brings the bloody fingertips to her lips, eyes now with a full ring of white around them as she looks up at me.
She hasn’t spoken a word. Not one word, even while she watched me kill her pesky friends right before her very eyes. Nope not a single word.
She was even silent as the knife dragged across her skin.
As she lay in a pool of her own crimson life.
“It’s a quiet failure, it’s the one that makes you strong……”
MIZUKA
Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap…….
It was my new mantra.
And I sang it in my head as I beelined towards home, knowing that I was going to be late, knowing, and just knowing I was going to be locked out.
Again.
I told him too, I TOLD HIM!!
My stupid teacher.
I told him I had to be home in ten minutes or I was going to be locked out of my house.
He was all like ‘grawr! I’m a stick up the butt teacher and I won’t let you go because no loving parent would ever do that. Grawr!’
Then I screamed something about how I have no parents only my idiot brother who finds it funny to hide my keys every morning and then proceed to lock me out of my house for a few hours.
And so now here I am, crossing my fingers that my brother is still at practice, not home yet.
I’m two inches away from the door when I hear a CLICK.
And I know, I know the lock’s in place.
I pound on the door with weak fists, glaring holes at the thick metal of the door as if it was my brother.
“LET ME IN DAMNIT! COME ON!!!”
The laughter sounds behind the door and that’s it, I’ve had it.
I know I pretty much scream this everyday as I leave in anger and spend money on useless fatty bakery foods until my brother calls to ask where the hell I am, but I’m yelling it again.
Because little did I actually know, this was true.
“YOU KNOW? ONE OF THESE DAYS I MIGHT JUST NOT COME BACK!!!”
And with that I proceeded with my childish temper tantrum by throwing rocks until I got a decent sized dent in the door that my brother would eventually have to pay for.
“We are heading down, a long, empty road…….. We pass, lost souls, blinded by the cold……”
B.B
It was kind of interesting to sit and people watch.
Because if you wore a different outfit, contacts, and changed your hairstyle, people didn’t suspect you for being the notorious serial killer Beyond Birthday.
Nope, they just suspected you of being the average everyday annoyance in their pointless flimsy lives.
Little did they know I could see their deaths looming over their heads, literally.
I watched a lady scold her rat of a dog on its leash when it did it’s so called ‘business’ on a nearby fire hydrant.
I watched a little child drag on his parents’ hands, pleading for a toy in a store’s window.
I watched teenagers gab to their friends on neon colored cell phones that cost more than someone’s house.
I watched stoners make drug deals out in the open and then proceed to smoke the illegal narcotics.
And I watched a girl whose eyes were glued to the ground and whose hood was pulled over her head so low I barely got a glimpse of the lovely planes of her face.
I decided then that I want this girl as my next toy.
This girl with brown boots that were too big for her feet and hand shoved deep into thick coat pockets.
This girl with hair leaking out from her hood and flowing out like mist into the air.
This girl.
Yes, she would do quite nicely.
For a brief moment, I wondered what her blood tasted like, if maybe it tasted like strawberry jam.
“Watch the fire burn out. Watch the curtain slowly close. Waiting on the final words your heart already knows…..”
MIZUKA
I dug around for my cell phone in my pocket, lashing it out with brutal force and sending another text to my brother about how much of a butt he is and about how I’m going to call child services and tell them to take me far away from him and lock him up.
I don’t really mean it though.
I love my brother, and usually I get home before he does.
It’s just that when I don’t, this happens.
I know he loves me too, it’s just….. He’s my brother and apparently it’s his obligation to annoy the crap out of me.
I do the stupid-alone-girl-walking-down-a dark-alley-by-herself routine, considering it’s the only shortcut to get to the café without hitting Main Street which right now would probably equal me getting stamped to death.
Footsteps echoed on the wet ground behind me.
For a second I think they are just the echo of my own until I turn around and look.
But they’re not an echo, those footsteps belong to the man with black hair and wide owl like eyes with shadows underneath.
He’s wearing contacts, I can tell automatically, because he fidgets with his eyes briefly and one of them falls out against his knowledge until he’s already lost it.
His real eyes are a blood red color, and they scare me.
Very much.
“What’s your name?” He asks, his voice is rough, and gentle and utterly predatory.
I blink at him.
“None of your business.” I mutter, taking a few steps backwards.
“It’s becoming my business.”
“What’s YOUR name?”
“Do not sass me.”
“I’m not.”
The corners of his mouth lifted up into a slightly smiling smirk.
“Your name please.”
“Baka.”
His eyes narrowed.
I returned his smirk.
“Are you not afraid of me?”
“Deathly.” The truth is, I was deathly afraid.
It’s just, my way of coping with fear is to make fun of it even though my heart is pounding back to fast in my chest to be healthy.
“Then why do you openly mock me even though I could kill you where you stand?”
“Because, I honestly don’t care. Be my guest if all you wish is a throat to slit go ahead. May the police ever be on your ass.” A lump formed in my throat from the words.
Of COURSE I didn’t want to die; I’m just the stupid idiot who runs her big fat mouth.
He cocked his head to the side. “I quite like you, you know that?”
“Oh so openly brash about your feelings, now are we?”
“I don’t see the point in not being straightforward. Cryptic answers and useless phrasing and mumbling does no good to get points across.”
I titled my head to the side much like his was, my lips still formulating a smirk. My heart beat one octave less.
“Are you going to tell me your name?” I asked.
“I thought I was the one doing the asking?” He questioned, his smirk growing wider.
“Hey, that’s not a straightforward answer.” I chuckled.
“Beyond Birthday. Now my bold girl, will you tell me yours?”
“Mizuka.” I replied.
He held out his hand for me, “Mizuka, if you would not mind accompanying me for a little stroll?”
“You’re a stranger you idiot.” I smiled, laughing. “Of course I’ll go on a ‘stroll’ with you.”
I could never know that this man was a serial killer; I could never have known that my own personality had saved my life.
I could have never known what was going to happen to me in the future and what kinds of strange hardships lay ahead.
But the funny thing, if I looked back at this, it might be one of the few moments in my tale that I think make me want to do it all over again.
“We are heading down a long, empty road…….. We pass, lost souls blinded by the cold……”
B.B.
This girl was strange.
She made me feel fuzzy inside in a place where there was only emptiness and ice.
I couldn’t figure out if I hated her or loved her for it.
I found her intoxicating, alluring, I found myself smiling for reasons other than blood and gore and death.
I found myself smiling actually because of someone, because of their personality.
Because of their smile, that strange look in their eyes, because of the way they spoke boldly, even when they were deathly afraid of me.
Because, even though I just met her, I’m pretty sure, I loved her already.
Actually, I’m positive.
This girl, I love her.
For her, I would change the world.
She leaned into my arm, looking up at me.
“Beyond, you’re awfully quiet all of the sudden.” She spoke, and that voice, it hit through my trance, and melted the boundaries between me and the humans.
“I’m thinking.” I surprised myself by speaking out loud.
It’s like I had to answer her, it’s like I had to make her happy.
Why is this?
Because I love this girl.
Jeez, I can’t just get that fact out of my head.
I love someone.
I love Mizuka.
“About what?” She smiled happily, relieved that I answered.
I bent down until my face just hovered over hers.
“About how strange it is.” I watched her eyes as they scanned my face, I watched the color flitter in the irises I watched the way they got wide with the closeness.
But she didn’t move away.
Even though she was afraid.
I could tell, fear wasn’t a new thing to my senses.
And it was plain on her face.
But she stood her ground, and spoke with that voice full of her personality and that smirk that made me was to keep her safe in my arms forever.
“That’s not a straight answer.”
I pressed my lips to hers, threading my fingers through her soft hair.
I felt the fear leave her body, I felt her relax, and I smiled in the kiss.
When we broke apart I looked down at her.
“I was thinking about how strange it was that I just met you, yet I love you like no other.”
She smirked at me.
“Funny, I was thinking the same thing.”
“By the cold…….”
MIZUKA
This was a weird feeling.
It was stupid I know.
To think that I could foolishly fall in love with someone in this short of time.
But you know that saying?
Love at first sight?
Is it possible to be love at first conversation?
Nah, that just sounds dumb, even if it was my truth.
But you know, I never wanted to leave him, never.
So I didn’t.
I didn’t go home.
I didn’t answer my brother’s texts.
Because the truth was, I didn’t know where my phone went.
And I lost track of time.
And before I knew it, it was a year since we had met.
And I haven’t ever been out of his sight for more than a few seconds.
Maybe if I had, I would have known, I could have known what was coming next.
Because Beyond was a murderer, whether I liked (or knew) the fact or not.
But I loved him, whether the fact changed that or not.
And so that day, when I came upon a journal of his, the pictures of his.
When I read about the things he had done.
I cried, and yet.
Nothing changed.
I loved him.
Beyond Birthday.
Yes, murderer or not.
It couldn’t change that fact.
So I’d keep quiet about him.
My silent murderer.
“It’s a silent murder……it’s a grave that sings your song……..”