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- Arctic Light
Death Note
Chapter 1
It all happened too quickly for me to even realize what I've done. I think I'm going to be the ultimate killer even though that's not what I intend to become. I will have to get use to the idea that I can't feel pitiful when people die. After all, everyone dies at some point. It's a part of life...
"I see you have picked up my death note book. You are far too young to be in possession of that. I'll tell you what. You can write 3 names but then I will have to take it back, but in exchange, I will give you a special weapon called a death gun," the demented shinigami said to the little girl he was towering over.
The little girl had short, sky blue hair and red eyes. She didn't seem to be afraid of the reaper who stood before her.
"Death Note...?" She repeated the title that was written in white, on the cover of the note book.
"That's right. Be careful of who you choose to kill with it. How old are you?"
She looked up at him.
"5," she answered.
"Why aren't you scared of my appearance?"
The little girl didn't say anything. She simply smiled.
"Would you believe that I was a scary monster who lives in the back of your closet?"
"Nope," her cute voice rang.
"What about a person dressed up in a scary costume?"
The little girl turned around and began walking down the street. A few doors down, was her house.
"Definitely not."
"You're certainly a weird kid, ya know that?"
She didn't answer.
"Since you're too young to barely read, I'll give you the basic rules of the Death Note. I know I'm not going to be here for long so I'm not going to waste my time explaining all of them. First, when you write down a person's name, make sure that you have the person's face in your mind therefore all of the other people around the world sharing the same name, aren't affected. When you write down the first and last name, make sure you aren't spelling it incorrectly, otherwise, it won't work. If you don't write the cause of death in 40 seconds, the person will simply die of a heart attack. And if you do write the cause of death, it has to be specified in 6 minutes and 40 seconds or less. People cannot see me unless they touch the Death Note so be careful with the sharing and make sure no one is watching when you talk to me. If the time of death is written within 40 seconds after writing the cause of death as a heart attack, the time of death can be manipulated, and the time can go into effect within 40 seconds after writing the name. If you do that, you can control a person within 23 days. Do you get it now?"
"Is that all?"
"Yes."
"3 names huh? I guess that sounds good to me if I get a Death gun out of it. Does that also come with rules?"
"Yes but I won't tell you them. Instructions will come with it. Just don't use it right away because there is a 3 day rule."
"What's 'the 3 day rule'?" She asked.
"You'll have to read the instructions for yourself when you get it."
"Sounds fair," she replied with a sigh and entered her house with the shinigami following behind her.
The next day, the god of death followed the little girl all the way to her kinder garden class.
"I knew I should have dropped the note book in a better place," he groaned.
"It's not that bad here. Actually, today you'll witness my first killing of a little snot named Jessica Regunna. She has been bothering me since day 1. Now it's time for pay back," she mumbled to the shinigami without arousing any suspicion of why she was talking to herself.
"Ooo! I can't wait," he said with sarcasm in his scratchy, old voice.
The teacher called all of the students to the carpet and to form a circle around her as she pulled out a story book.
I hate how people are so sweet to the little kids like they think we are dumb. The little girl thought to herself.
All of the kids started to calm down when Jessica shouted out that everyone was invited to her special birthday party except the girl with the sky blue hair.
That infuriated her. She quickly opened up the Death Note, wrote her name and then the cause of death.
5 minutes later, she rose up in the middle of story time.
"Um... sweetie, please sit down," the teacher said in her calm, sweet voice.
"I hate you Jessica! I wish that you would stab yourself with your own pencil!" She shouted.
"I wish that you would choke on your own tongue!" Jessica shouted back.
"That's enough!" The teacher cut in.
She got up from the story chair, grabbed Jessica and the other girl by the shoulder of their shirts and pulled them away from the rest of the children to scold them.
"What are you two thinking?" The teacher asked.
"She started it," Jessica said.
The other girl stuck out her tongue at her.
"You should have not answered to her comment, Jessie. Go sit back down. I'll deal with you later."
Jessica did what she was told.
"Why are you always trying to start fights? Can't you two just be friends?" The teacher asked.
"Looks like you pulled the wrong move," the shinigami said, not expecting an answer.
"No. I don't like her. Can't you put her in a different class?"
"You know I can't do that. You need to start changing your attitude, Le-," the teacher was about to finish saying her student's name when suddenly cut off by the sound of a bunch of screaming kids.
Quickly she turned around to see that Jessica had a pencil stabbed in the middle of her head.
6 minutes and 40 seconds exactly.' Jessica Regunna dies at 9:37 A.M on November 18 1995. She picks up a sharp pencil and commits suicide by stabbing it through her forehead in front of everyone in the room.' She thought demonically.
Quickly, the teacher drops the chat with the little girl and immediately, went to go aid Jessica even though she was dead and there wasn't anything to do about it.
"Looks like I have underestimated your spelling and reading skills," the shinigami said.
"You have no idea of what I'm capable of, Ryuk," she answered back, not caring if anyone heard her.
It wouldn't matter if anyone had heard her because they were either running around screaming and panicking or balling their eyes out.
Within the next hour, police cars and an ambulance had arrived and all of the students in every class got to go home immediately.
Unfortunately, the little girl had to walk home like she did every day. Her house wasn't far at all so it was a short walk. But on the way, Ryuk said something that came as a shock to her.
"For safety and child rights concerns, you're being followed by what looks like 7th grade boys from your school."
She stopped walking.
"Those are the two biggest bullies that I have faced for these past few months. They beat me up and give me scars that last for a life time."
Quickly, she pulled out the Death Note and wrote their names minutes before they reached her.
"Oh look. Isn't that our favourite customer who likes to buy a lot of beatings?" One of them said.
"Go away! Leave me alone!" she said in an innocent voice and took a few steps back from them.
"I think she's asking for a punch that can break our knuckles," the other said as he punched the palm of his hand and took a few steps closer to her.
"No please don't hurt me!" She begged.
They both looked at each other then the second boy, who was beating the palm of his hand, punched her across the face.
She fell to the ground.
"So weak," one of them laughed.
She quickly picked herself up off the ground and gave them a dark, demented stare as blood stream from the corner of her mouth.
"I see your future," she said.
"Yeah, it's me using you as a foot stool."
"You are gonna take the lighter, that you use to light your cigarettes with, and light yourself on fire," she continued.
"So scary," his friend said, taunting her. But she wasn't wrong. He pulled out a lighter and set himself on fire and then started running around screaming until he turned to ash.
"Your future is going down that hill," she said pointing to her left, "and drowning in the fast flowing river."
His eyes widened.
"What's wrong? Aren't you gonna beat me up?"
He shook his head and began walking down the hill.
"Where are you going?" She asked even though she knew the answer.
"I have to go now." And he disappeared from her site as he walked away.
"Good bye, you wretched assholes," she said with her blue bangs shading over her eyes and showing an evil smile.