By My Hand

[L]

The night eventually came after his slaughter of the guards at the checkpoint, he didn't have the first clue where to start on his path to finding TYRANT or Amy Grace. He did attempt to dig a little but he didn't have much on him in the way of technology and it wasn't like he really knew what the so called Maiden of Revolution looked like. The idea to check the RPD came from previous experiences in his youth.

He entered the building and stopped before the scanner, there were police officers telling him to walk through but he smiled and simply said.

"I am the one who killed the guards at the checkpoint, I am turning myself in."

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There he sat in an isolated cell in the basement of the police department, it was all part of his plan but he was waiting knowing someone would be interested to know why he did it, knowing someone from TYRANT would eventually come see him. There was a guard outside his cell sitting at a table watching him carefully.

"Do you know the weight of a poem on a delicate mans mind," asked L.

"Shut up," said the guard.

"One would assume words in a sentence shouldn't affect the mind yet why do we cry when we read things that come close to our hearts? Are words not just a form of our thoughts, and thoughts cannot hurt us so why do we cry?"

"I said shut up," the guard repeated.

"Perhaps if you would take into consideration the words I speak to you, you'd understand my conversation is to kill the time so that we both not sit here in silence you staring at me, I staring back," L said, a smirk on his face.

"Mother fucker do you want me to come in there," the guard asked.

"Please, there is nothing stopping me from killing you where you sit now, I am only here to indulge until the right moment comes my way."

The guard began to stand up, "the right moment?!"

Suddenly his left knee buckled and he was sitting back in the chair and L pulled his right hand toward him and the chair pulled into the table seating the man properly again. The guard's eyes were wide as he stared at L.

"The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.... Rainer Maria Rilke," L said, a smile on his face as the guard simply nodded at him, something was causing him pain, L had his finger jabbed into his palm and blood was dripping to the floor, he was projecting his own pain onto the guards liver while also amplifying it in his mind, "now, indulge me sir and I will give you peace while you do your job."

The guard nodded.

"A good poem is a contribution to reality..."

And so he would wait...

[«Wraith»]

He wouldn't need to wait long, Antonio had made his way down to the cell after he had heard what had just occurred in the lobby. Shit was getting way out of hand way to fast and it was only two days later. He was honestly scared for what else was going to happen in this city as this whole thing really started to occur. How many innocent people were going to be hurt or caught in the cross fire? And how many of injuries or deaths would in some way be his fault for just standing by and even helping Amy.

He sighed but the thoughts washed away as he observed the scene. Seeing the officer in some sort of pain as he watched before finally saying something, "Okay that's enough!" He called out looking to get the stranger's attention. He already had his hand hovering above his holster but he was really hoping it wouldn't come to it, from the pictures of the crime scene he saw... there probably wasn't anything he could really do against this guy.

[L]

"It's enough," L said slowly glancing over to Antonio, "when he apologizes-"

"I'm sorry!"

A smile crept across L's face, he removed his finger from his palm, the blood on the floor was literally sizzling and steaming as the guard let out a painful belch and vomited across the table, he literally passed out from the relief straight into his own vomit.

"Karma is a bitch," L said and slowly he stood up waving his palm up airing it off as the wound sealed, "what valiant knight as the world sent to me now? Will you be the one who answers my questions or will you be the one who queries me on my motives?"

Something about his calm voice was extremely chilling, he was taking to this torment that he inflicted on others as if it was a hobby at this point. It was so casual that it seemed like his second hand nature, he was curious where this would lead now. Would this truly be the one he was waiting for or was he going to have to work his way through this building until someone finally answered him?

"Which will it be, detective?"

[«Wraith»]

He stood there frozen, unable to move every fiber of his being screaming at him to get as far away from this guy as he possibly could. It was crazy to believe people like him still existed and it was horrifying how insignificant and small just bearing witness to their capabilities made you feel. Finally he snapped back to reality, realizing his pulse was in his head at this point. He took a breath and tried to calm himself down before walking over to the officer and waking him up. "Hey Danny, you're good man, get yourself checked out and take the rest of the day off." There wasn't much protest before the officer did as he was told.

Once they were alone Tony walked up to the cell with a chair, it took everything in his power to muster up the courage to even take a step towards this guy. Never in his life had he ever been this scared for his own safety while interacting with a B.O.W... He sat down before looking up at a camera mounted in the corner. He took a breath to calm his nerves as the blinking red light shut off. "How about, we go tik for tac." He took a moment working hard at trying to sound confident and not shaken. It was such a weird feeling to be honest. "You answer my questions, I'll answer yours."

[L]

"Life's not a paragraph," L said, he stepped back and slowly lowered himself onto the bed sitting there, "And death i think is no parenthesis..."

He crossed his left leg over his right and leaned forward putting his elbows on his thigh and his hands together in front of his mouth. His eyes narrowed, this would humor him.

"Okay, I'll play along," L finally replied. It would be a while for him to get his answer but he was well aware that if he got the right answer it was worth the wait, "do not worry about what I will do to you. You will not die here, nor will I leave a lasting impression, unless you threaten me. So... Relax, I can feel your tension. It is... Unnerving."

Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.....

[«Wraith»]

Yeah, if only it were that easy, given the scene he left and what he just witnessed... "Considering the mess you made the other night and what you were doing to one of our officers... You can't blame me." He watched the guy, trying to assess the situation, obvious telepathic abilities but had he already lost control of the situation this early? What the actual fuck was Amy attracting to this town. "So I'm not even going to bother asking why. I'm pretty sure it was to send a message. But my real question is who exactly are you trying to send this message to?"

He wanted to ask why not only the guards, but the others were murdered too, what was the justification for butchering those people who were just living their day to day lives but he held his tongue. He needed some sort of control over the situation, or some sort of self control to help him in this situation.

[L]

"TYRANT," he simply said, there was no other words he spoke as he watched the detective. He truly didn't know why he was here but the call came and he knew which direction to look upon arriving. The question now was would that answer suffice enough for him to ask his own question. He did make a promise not to kill this man, he intended to keep it... Unless.

"Is Amy Grace alive," he asked, his question was blunt.

[«Wraith»]

The bluntness was rather shocking, he expected something a kin to like how a serial killer usually rambles on and on. But no, it was actually the complete opposite. It was also in this moment that he'd realized just how much he had let the earlier display shock the ever living hell out of him, only realizing after the man's question was asked what he had in the pocket of his jacket. He took a moment and pulled out a tan package. "Yes." He replied The package contained a burner phone with a number programmed into it. There were thousands of questions he wanted to ask right now, was he going to keep indiscriminately murdering people even if they were innocent? What were his ultimate goals and what did they have to do with Amy?

Everything moral fiber of his being screamed at him at his opened his mouth, he shouldn't let this guy go, none of them should, they should just throw the inhibitors on and just let Gentec come and get this guy. He steeled his nerves, after all this was over he'd turn himself in as an accomplice to all the crimes that were about to be committed. "How many more innocent people are going to get hurt?"

[L]

"The difference between how you see innocence and how I see innocence is apparent," L said, he crossed his fingers and blew warmth into his hands, "any man who raises his weapon to threaten me is no longer innocent when the only thing I did was exist. How would you like it if you one day woke up and the law changed to make people hostile to you just because you are different?"

"I admit, I went too far," L said, his eyes darted to the right and back to the detective, he felt someone in the cells on the other side of the wall move and mistook them for someone coming to them, "where is Amy Grace?"

[«Wraith»]

He hesitated for a moment, ready to jump on what he just said but decided against it in case he saw it as a provocation. He also found himself again hesitating to answer. "That I don't know, she usually contacts me and we go from there but I never know where she is at any point." His survival instincts screamed at him not to move an inch at all but eventually he was able to overcome his hesitancy and handed this guy the package through the bars.

[L]

"Hmmmm I see," he said he didn't take the package but Redgrave would feel it slip from his fingers when he held it beyond the bars, it stayed motionless between the two of them and L just examined the man and the package from distance, eventually it began to slowly unwrap and he continued his conversation.

"Where do you think is a good location to find her," he asked, "perhaps at the dead mans bar, I doubt she would remain there with people hunting her, but it is an interesting place to consider... What do we have here exactly."

[«Wraith»]

He looked up at the camera making sure it was still off before he checked his watch. "We don't have much time left. It's got the number preprogrammed into it. I think it was referred to as a burner... phone. Or something like that." he shrugged towards the man's follow up question, "Like I said, I get contacted by her and we meet up. It works better that way honestly." He took a deep deep breath as if trying to reassure himself that this was really the right thing to do, as if was okay that he was helping this person who in any other circumstance would've been easily diagnosed as a sociopath. "I assume you can escape on your own?" He asked not exactly wanting to know the answer to that question but hinting at the fact that he probably should.

[L]

"I can," he replied, "this place wasn't designed to hold normal prisoners very well, the exit is just beyond the garage and that's only a room over, it wouldn't be hard for anyone to get out if they had the right crew or tools."

He lowered his hands and there was a smile, "I'll make sure to get out in a way they know you couldn't have helped me... And I wont kill any of your precious RPD members, just because you gave me this gift."

Finally he reached out and took the phone and pocketed it, "I enjoyed the conversation, A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language..."

[«Wraith»]

He let out a long sigh as if questioning what he just did as he hung his head down low. He took a moment before standing up, "God forgive me." He exasperatedly bleated out as he took forwards to the cage. He held his hand opposite of the camera making sure that it was out of sight from it but visible to the man counting down with his fingers and trying to mentally prepare himself for whatever was going to happen. 3, 2, 1. He started going off just as the red light on the camera began to blink again, screaming about the murder scene, how he was going to go away for a long time and how he wasn't getting out of this alive.

[L]

L smiled as he was getting yelled at and calmly said, "I advise you walk away detective, if you know what's best for you."

He began to stand up and lifted his hand and Antonio would feel his body pull forward toward the bars, "find me someone who will cooperate. I'm done with you."

L casually moved his hand to the right and Tony would feel a force toss him, hard but still gently enough for him to slide down the hall without hurting him too much, you could consider this L's performance as he turned back around and sat down on the bed and put his hands on his knees and looked up at the camera and smiled, "Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall... William Shakespeare."