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badfic_logs2010-09-30 11:39 pm
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In the morgue
Character Names: L, Mello, Matt, B
When: Thursday evening
Location: The morgue
Summary: B is waking up from death. His idol and fellow copies are there to stop him should he start anything.
Rating: Pg-13 - R
Warnings: Possible gore, because hey, it's B.
The gurney felt cold under his back, even through his shirt. But it didn't feel uncomfortable: it felt like a home.
He knew where he was, of course, as his eyes slid into focus. He realized that he hadn't needed to open them: he had died with his eyes open. The thought made his newly-revived heart jump. It was a wonderful idea, to die with everyone able to see the most important part of what made him Beyond Birthday, even in death.
But he had not died, not permanently. Just as he had expected. It was time to begin again. L had told him something terrible, something he couldn't believe. Mihael Keehl had, as well. It was time to do something about this. Luckily for him, here, in this place in which time was nonexistent in every way that mattered, he had room to make changes before it was too late.
He sat up on the gurney - and encountered his first problem. His right hand did not come with him. His wrist, soft and supple after the frostbite had been healed, was chained with a handcuff to the gurney. He grinned. He picked up his head and looked through the glass of the morgue for those who would be watching him.
When: Thursday evening
Location: The morgue
Summary: B is waking up from death. His idol and fellow copies are there to stop him should he start anything.
Rating: Pg-13 - R
Warnings: Possible gore, because hey, it's B.
The gurney felt cold under his back, even through his shirt. But it didn't feel uncomfortable: it felt like a home.
He knew where he was, of course, as his eyes slid into focus. He realized that he hadn't needed to open them: he had died with his eyes open. The thought made his newly-revived heart jump. It was a wonderful idea, to die with everyone able to see the most important part of what made him Beyond Birthday, even in death.
But he had not died, not permanently. Just as he had expected. It was time to begin again. L had told him something terrible, something he couldn't believe. Mihael Keehl had, as well. It was time to do something about this. Luckily for him, here, in this place in which time was nonexistent in every way that mattered, he had room to make changes before it was too late.
He sat up on the gurney - and encountered his first problem. His right hand did not come with him. His wrist, soft and supple after the frostbite had been healed, was chained with a handcuff to the gurney. He grinned. He picked up his head and looked through the glass of the morgue for those who would be watching him.