A slight click, and the windowsill is unlocked.
The window slides open quietly, and the silhouette of a human being appears
against the white window cover; back lit by the moonlight outside. A scrawny hand
slips out, through the bottom of the window cover, and presses down against the
desk. Like a young girl from a famed Oriental horror movie, the body of a raggedy
headed, dark haired young male slides out onto the desk, and into the floor with
less grace, and with motion expected of a broken broom handle in a burlap sack.
The lanky man gathers himself off of the floor from where he'd slithered silently like
some sort of serpent through the window. Standing, the male sporting his baggy
white tee, and plain, loose blue jeans - brown cheap leather bedroom slippers on
his feet. Begins to approach the bed across the room.
... A dark/dimlit room..
The ginger headed male.. rather skinny, appearing much weaker than he'd been in
memory, lifts his head to gaze out at the world for the first time in half a decade.
Only visible from the neck-up, he looks to be naked. He may, or may not be held in
place with restraints. The male speaks tiredly, "I'm... alive........" before he's hit with
a wave of emotion he'd been bottling up inside of himself. He's seen visibly starting
to tremble as his voice begins to break, ".... I'm alive." He repeated.
Sleeping peacefully in his bed.
His dark blue blanket wrapped up around him. The tall, dark figure looming over his
bed watches as he sleeps. The blankets had likely been wrapped tighter around his
body. But in his sleep he must have jostled them looser.
Stepping over to the bedside table, the intruder places a bottle of pills down on the
tabletop, and steals a ready glass of water that the redhead had presumably placed
there before going off to bed that night. He brings the glass to his lips, and takes a
sip. His dark hair, choppy, and somewhat matted. Swallowing a mouthful of water,
he sets the half emptied, room temperature glass back down, and with the
unscrewing of the bottle lid, he pops four pills out into the palm of his hand, and
gently reaches over the sleeping male. The tip of his thumb to the male's lower lip,
he gently pries the sleeping other's mouth open, and pops the pills inside. The bitter
taste, more than the pressure on his lips, stirring the redhead.
The glass lifted from the table again with the slightest bit of noise. The edge of the
glass is pressed up against his lower lip just as he goes to turn over. The rush of
cool liquid into his mouth startles him awake, and he gasps, taking almost more
water into his lungs than his stomach. Just with this shock, the dark haired male
raises the glass, flinging the water on the redhead's face, only the bring the glass
back down, and bust it on his lip. The bit of glass shattering has it's sound muffled
against his flesh. The redheaded male, known simply as 'Light', seems very capable
of putting a stop to his coughing, as well as squirming at the glass being smashed
against his face. He freezes up, and remains motionless for a moment longer.
Utterly confused, Light squirms slightly, and begins to worm his way further away
from the edge of his bed, sliding back against the wall. He struggles himself up away
from the shards of glass, and leans over his headboard. Going to speak, his urge to
cough returns, and he begins to go into a fit in which this time, he honestly can't
control. Drawing up slightly as he coughs loudly to get the water out of his lungs.
The taste of blood fills his mouth as he closes it again. His lip, busted, scratched,
and bleeding. He draws his hand back up to wipe what he thought was more water
away, to find a dark black substance on his hands. A loud shattering sound as the
dark haired male smashes the rest of the glass on the floor, seemingly unable to
control this sudden outburst.
Light reaches over, and quickly clicks the lamp over his bed on, only to find the
bright red blood on his hand, and almost simultaneously, he looks up to find L
standing over his bed. Even more perplexed than before, he goes to speak again,
"Ryuzaki,--" his pace begins to speed up with heart beat, "What on EARTH are you
doing....!..?" "Kira, I found you." The dark haired male gives what would be an
innocent smile. But for the strangest reason, it's more devious than ever. Almost
evil. Overcome with just.. horror, as he could only explain it. His lungs lift in his
chest, and at the same time, feel as though they're stuffed with foam, or more
accurately, concrete. He can't breathe, and he couldn't possibly furrow his brow any
further in confusion than now. "Kt-What are you talking about..!? What are you
doing in my" . . . Remembering where he is only as he begins to say it.. .. Greatly
lowering his tone, "--Bedroom..................?........................!"
"It doesn't matter where we are, Kira. I've got you now." "I'm.. Not. Kira. What's
wrong with you..?!.. " Light says in between efforts to clean the blood off of his face.
Feeling rather awkward on his back, like some kind of submissive dog, Light
struggles up out of bed cautiously. But not cautious enough.. Without even thinking
about it, he takes the hand he's offered. A thought only lasts a split second in
Light's mind, "Why is there an X' across L's chest?" as he watched the dark headed
male's chest, over which there is a loose white tee, and two large black leather
criss-crossing straps almost resembling bullet belts. The taller, dark headed male
yanks Light's arm harshly, and hurls him off of the mattress, into the book case
across from his bed. Slamming head first into the book case, momentum transfers
into the books, and nearly knocks them off of the shelf onto his head on top of the
initial impact.
Tossed into the book shelf, he's completely lost anything he gained in fully
awakening from his sleep. Very shakily, Light struggles to peal himself back off of
the floor.. only to be impacted by something heavier than he. Having gotten up onto
all fours, Light is tackled, and mounted like an animal. Being sat on, Light's
squashed to the floor again. The intruder digs through his pocket on the other side;
opposite from the pocket he'd pulled the pill bottle out of. Pulling out a small plastic
cartridge, the dark haired individual pulls the cap off to reveal a six inch stainless
steel needle; it's a syringe. Raising the needle up in the air, he strikes Light harshly
in the shoulder with it, surprisingly, leaving the now ill-treated syringe in tact doing
so. The needle pierces between the threading of Light's black pajama shirt, and into
his left arm slightly above his shoulder blade.
The needle pierces deep, and the attacker doesn't even seem to be aiming for a
vein at all; merely trying to enter the other's body at any given location. This is
notably unusual for someone armed with a device this specialized for medical
expertise - absolute precision. Light does all he can to withhold a holler for fear of
waking his parents. His mother wasn't supposed to know about L, and with his
blood smeared on his face, even.. a squabble going on in his bedroom floor, and
most particularly important, all this 'nonsensical' talk about 'Kira', he could greatly
upset his mother, and little sister both of whom he'd much rather keep in the dark
about the entire investigation. What in God's name was L doing here..?!.. He could
ruin everything. But this isn't what he should be worried about at all.
... L seems to have gone completely off the deep end, and has just stabbed him
with an unknown foreign object in the back. He's almost too terrified to move for
fear of worsening any possible injuries he's sustained with the unknown weapon
still inside his body. With a slight pressure, and then a very, very chilled feeling in his
shoulder, he can feel the icy liquid enter his body, and it confuses him at first. He's
not exactly sure what's going on. But as the needle's removed, he starts to realize
what he's been stabbed with. "Htt-hnnhhh......!" Light struggles a bit harder to get
out from underneath the other. Clawing at the hard wood floors in an attempt to
slither away. The syringe, still four quarters of the way full, the intruder stabs the
needle into Light's right shoulder now, and injects another quarter of the fluid out of
the syringe barrel, through the flesh, and into the broken blood vessels he's cut on
the crude way in.
Scraping up above him, Light manages the grab onto one of the handles of the steel
filer boxes above him, and grasps onto it very tightly. Tugging at the heavy box in
what looks to be an attempt to drag himself to safety. Removing the syringe, the
intruder now inches down along Light's back, and sits on his legs, making room to
jab the needle into Light's upper thigh, causing poor Light to inadvertently yelp.
Twisting his upper body, Light props himself up on his left elbow with a bit of
difficulty, and pulls the box down off of the shelf. He then swings the filer box
around by the fake gold painted handle on the front, and smashes it against his
attacker's head. Hitting him one good time across the right side of the face. The
movement jerks both of them harshly, and with the needle traveling through not
only the material of Light's pajamas. But now a whole new layer of cloth, his boxer
shorts, the needle snaps right off in the middle, and the other half remains deeply
embedded deeply in Light's flesh.
Spiraling to the floor, the larger, dark haired male crashes there; head first against
the floor and takes a moment before attempting to scoop himself back up again. The
large box hits the floor with a rather loud thud as Light is swung over to lay on his
back, on the floor, with the box resting now beside him and in between both he,
and his Assailant. ... Slowly Light slides himself up off of the floor. Shakily, and
rather painfully as he's now been stabbed quite a couple times and the blade --In
this case, lumen-- that had been used against him is now deeply embedded inside
his body. Sliding off of the floor after being smacked in the face with the heavy metal
paper filer, he gives a wide grin, with a bit of blood beginning to crust around one
nostril. Light's actually afraid of this girn, and begins to feel actual fear in his own
home for the first time since Ryuk first flew in through in his bedroom window.
Scooting backward away from the assailant, Light edges toward the book case
again and attempts to get up off of the floor. But his arms seem to be weaker than
they were before. Scooping the busted syringe off of the floor as it's begun to leak,
the assailant dives at the injured ginger headed male and goes to knock him to the
floor again. Light's knocked down and before being pinned down again, attempts to
throw a punch in self defense. But he can't even gather enough strength in his arm
to do so. He swipes by the other's face, missing it by a mile, and his arm comes
crashing back down on top of himself limply. Rather viciously, the assailant begins
striking Light's leg repeatedly in several stabbings with the jagged, broken, unclean
syringe end. He stabs this several times into Light's left leg; the one that hadn't yet
been administered it's injection.
Shutting his eyes tightly in a wince, Light whines through gritted teeth. More a
groan as he's stabbed, and begins struggling to pull himself away from the other
across the floor with his elbows, still on his back. But he hasn't the strength. It's as
though he's continuously growing weaker. He manages to get out from under the
other male. But only due to the fact he's no longer attacking, or holding him still.
He's just watching. Crawling a short distance, Light turns over onto his stomach,
and struggles to get up onto his knees, and stand. But his right leg has lost all
strength now just like his arms have. . . . He clenches his hands into loosely drawn
fists. But he can no longer feel his fingers. His arm against the floor, it's going
numb-- as if it were asleep also. Bleeding from his small stab wounds, and with
dried crimson on his lower lip, Light leaves a tiny trail of blood smeared across the
floor as he moves his left leg. His left, being the last one to go.
Eventually, he stops his struggles. Paralyzed. ... The busted syringe drops to the
floor, released from the grinning man's hand. It hits the floor with a slight clatter. ..
The dark headed male's eyes glowing a bright crimson-ruby red like some kind of
demon. Fellowly illuminated with bright, neon yellow whites. He reaches in, and
clutches Light by the back of his pajama top collar, as if picking up a cat by the scruff
of it's neck. Tossed back against the book case. Light shuts his eyes tightly in a
wince as his back makes contact with the wooden shelf. But doesn't raise his arms
instinctively upon impact. His arms hit the shelf limp with the rest of his body and lay
as if dead by his sides. His legs, collecting wherever they do on the floor beneath
him. Lying as if he were some kind of car crash dummy. He sinks slightly. He can feel
his throat start to paralyze just above either shoulder. Easing his eyes open, he
only now realizes how close the assailant is.
Gripping the hem of Light's shirt, he begins hastily undressing the ginger headed
male. Though keeping a calm and collected aura around him as if he was completely
worry-less about being caught. "What. Are. You. Doing...........?................!" Light
squirms slightly as he questions his assailant. Seriously considering screaming just
to see what would happen. His attacker, still not answering as he pulls Light's shirt
off over his head, and tosses it aside. The dark headed male quickly takes hold of
Light's pant hem, and wastes no time removing the lower half of the pajamas from
other's body; boxer shorts included. Light uncomfortably attempts to squirm away
from the other. But pinned against the book shelf, and with no mobility or feeling in
either arm or leg, he's trapped. "You,-- Tt!! You can't! Do this!"
Light tosses his head back, and then flings his head to the other side, squirming as
violently as he can in an attempt to escape. However, he only stuffs himself in the
space between his dresser, and his book shelf; backing further into a corner.
"Shhhh" The dark haired assailant with dark circles around his sleepy eyes, quite
obviously over-applied make-up, reaches up, and presses his vertically raised finger
over his lips to hush through. He reaches back, and grabs the handle of something.
Pulling out of a large sheath on his back, a large dark bladed machete. The two
straps across his chest, having held the machete in place. Light's rather confused as
he watches the dark haired male unsheathe his massive blade. The assailant rests
the blade over his shoulder, and grabs Light by the wrist gently, raising his arm up,
and pulling the blade down to rest against Light's numb upper arm.
Light's eyes, following the blade. He truly believes the other male is only putting up
an act to scare him into talking. But quickly, the other male begins a sawing motion
with the blade. Slicing just the slightest through the flesh, Light's arm begins to
show blood in minimal amounts.
The sawing continues slowly. An almost three foot blade slices forward, backward,
and forward again through his arm. He's completely numb to the pain. But the sight
is almost too much to bear. He keeps his eyes locked on the taller, dark headed
male. "What do you want from me..?!" Light hollered. "I do not want anything from
you, Kira." The dark haired male said as he continued sawing. Continuing his
sentence very calmly, ".. Except maybe your blood." "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG
WITH YOU?!?" The blade tears deeper into the flesh. Despite being unable to feel
the pain, he can feel the blade sink through his body in an unusual numb fashion.
The feeling rattles him to the bone. Squirming, he only worsens the blade tearing
into his arm. "I'm. Not. Kira. You're. INSANE!" He was pretty sure at this point that
he wasn't dealing with L. But then again, he'd only recently met the freak. It was
earlier that day that L announced his loyal friendship, and bond with him. .. ; He told
the entire task force that they were meant to be friends.. it was an unusual event.
... Not anything so much as what was going on now. "LET GO. I'M PART OF THE TASK
FORCE, I'M ON YOUR SIDE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD." He seemed filled with anger
now. But in his voice, even more clearly with every word he spoke, he was filling
with fright, quickly, as if he was going to spill over the top soon. "YOU'RE CUTTING
ME!"
He seems to believe that the other is only cutting into his arm for show. He'd had
very deep cuts before, and where he was being sliced was certainly not anywhere
life threatening; a short-ways down the outsider-side of his upper arm, just passed
the shoulder. This was so obviously a threat- Of course, he would threaten to
amputate his arm, get any answer he wanted, or even a full-on confession, then
make the arrest without ever killing anyone. This is entirely logical.. however over
the top it may be. ... The dark haired male does not obey the same logic. Not in the
least. Light eyes clenched shut, he turned his head away. But the sawing motion
began to forcefully jerk his body from one side to the other.. He could even feel the
vibrations rattling through his lower jaw, and skull-- in all his bones, he felt it.
His eyes snap open as he realizes what is happening. Jerking his head back to his
right side to see a sight something like out of a horror film. There's so much blood
now. His heart, pumping blood through dead-end veins, gushing out all over the
floor. The machete slides through the torn flesh, and continues to saw away at the
bone as if he were cutting through a log, or a cut of wood. The sticky blackening
substance, becoming so potent it had started to turn from bright neon ruby, to a
darker crimson, and slowly to a deep purple colouration as it leaked from his body.
Light immediately turns away. His eyes, shuttering so heavily he can't see. But he
can't bring himself to blink either. For a moment his eyes roll back into his head, as if
they were trying to escape vision without his eyelids at all. He swings himself
forward and heaves. Immediately bringing up a small amount of what he'd eaten for
dinner that night, and spitting it out into the floor between his legs.
In the center of the bone, he brings the blade back, and draws himself to his feet.
Crouching in a slightly different position, and swings his blade with maximum force
at the same time. He begins hacking violently at the arm, recklessly truly as though
he were trying to cut the rest of the stubborn branch off of a tree in the jungle while
the red marrow, almost a whole new layer of meat comes into view. Holding the
blade with both hands now, he squashes the limp hand of the failing arm to the
floor with his foot, and twists his ankle to tug the arm away from the body whilst
chopping with what was now literally a giant meat cleaver. With a sickening thud,
the rest of the arm hits the floor; completely detaching itself from the ginger headed
male's body, it splats a bit in the puddle of blood that has gathered around the
two..
.. Feeling very light headed, --No pun intended-- from either the sights, sounds, and
idea of what was happening, or merely the fact he's lost more blood than he
probably ever has before. He lies against the wall staring forward with his eyes
locked open. What just happened?.. Fluids from the pit of his stomach have joined
the fluids from within his arm, and his very bones themselves.. Now spilled all
around him. His vision blurs for a moment as a new fluid joins the overwhelming
loss; tears. His eyes watering only the slightest. But he keeps his eyes off of his
assailant, and his amputated arm. In all actuality, he doesn't stare at anything,
really..; Looking off distraught into pure space. The skin on his lower jaw, and
throat, pulled tight in strong attempt to pull his mouth open, and call for help,
scream, cry-- anything. But he seems to be trying just as hard to stop this need.
He begins to breathe heavily as the dark haired individual slips around Light, and
sets himself down on the opposite side. He chokes loudly on his breath as he can
see, even with only the corner of his eye, the dark haired male fiddling with his left,
remaining arm. Squirming hard to get away, he shouts, "STOP IT, WHAT ARE YOU
DOING TO ME?!".. "WHAT HAVE I DONE-- W--!" He slams himself against the side of
his dresser, smearing blood across it with the remaining, bleeding stub of an arm on
that side. Laying on his raw bone, and flesh against the case siding, he swings his
head to the right, eyes widened, pupils shrunken in fear, and shock. He begins to
gasp loudly for air as if he'd just been dunked in cold water. His body, actually
administering the same reaction as if he'd been. "GHTTT--HHHHHH!!" Light hollers
through his teeth, he shuts his eyes tightly.
Being pushed up harder against the book shelf, the dark haired assailant's blade
scrapes against the floor as he lowers it. Two small red pills, being forcefully popped
into Light's mouth. With either bloodied hand, he pushes his large thumbs in passed
the male's teeth, forcing the pills to the back of his tongue. The bitter taste of his
own, thick blood entering his mouth, paired with the strong smell is overwhelming.
Lying back in the corner, Light tilts his head back and begins to gurgle, and gag
slightly. Trying not to vomit into the male's hands, and down the front of his own
body..... as if cleanliness really.. really mattered right now. With an unexpected dry
sob, he swallows the pills, freezing up. As the fingers are removed from his mouth,
he swings himself in the opposite direction of the corner, and jerks forward in one
uneasy, though powerful motion. His hair, frizzing slightly with the air sifting through
it and over his scalp.
Eyes still fully widened, dilated.. He stops all his struggling after this, and then tips
over. Rather left-heavy on this side with a whole left arm still in tact, and his
non-paralyzed heavy head. The uneven number in limbs, and waffling gravity sends
him crashing forward a foot or two, smacking his forehead into the side of his
dresser with a small thud. His heart racing, he only loses more blood, much faster,
from the still gaping hole on his right. He coughs loudly on a bit of his own saliva.
Standing, the dark headed male heads off toward the window. Leaning out over the
desk. And leaving large bloodied smears on the desk surface, and windowsill as he
does this, he reaches outside, and grabs onto a small black bag he had most likely
set aside to fit through the window easier, or more quietly at least. "That is quite a
lot of fuss for such a little wound." The dark headed male grins widely, and crouches
back down. Light stares down at the blade beneath him.. laying over it, arched like a
bridge, with his head against the side of the dresser. Legs drawn up from the
struggle beneath him, lain awkwardly across one another. He's only allowing himself
to blink once, or twice. Absolutely refusing to shut his eyes at this point.. either to
avoid letting his guard down, or simply because of the image still burned fresh into
his eyes..
Watching the bloodied blade, he struggles to catch his breath, taking very little calm
in the fact his other arm seems not to be a target at this point. Kneeling with the
bag set upon his knee, he pinches the black satchel and reaches in, pulling out a
heavy first-aid kit with his free hand. Grinning goof-ily down at it as though it were a
box of candy. "Don't worry, the doctor will fix you up now." He said as he sat the
metal box at his feet, and unlatched it. Staring at the blade.. it begins to burn into
his vision instead.. it's as if by keeping his eyes open, he's capable of replacing what
he saw with what he sees in front of him. Pulling out a tube of antibiotic ointment,
the dark haired male pulls a pair of scissors out of the first-aid kit, and crudely chops
the entire end off of the tube.
Completely coating his hand in the entire tube of foggy transparent, whitish gunk
.. Slowly, the ginger head's dilated eyes trail to the hands of the attacker. .. He
watches him apply the ointment, and then follows with his eyes as the attacker
almost begins to fondle his bloodied stump of an arm with the antibiotic gel;
applying it in one of the most indecent manners he could currently imagine. With the
slightest sight of his own arm, he quickly cuts his attention back toward the corner
between him, and the dresser.. stuck in a wedge in his own room. After applying the
ointment, he goes on to take a handful of gauze, and presses them to the raw,
exposed flesh. Holding them there as he takes out the roll of bandages, and begins
going about wrapping the jagged wound almost with care.
Very slowly, moments long passed, Light regains slight composure, and drags
himself upright. Lying against the blood smeared wall with his head down, eyes
overshadowed by his bangs. He's calmed himself as much as he can about the
event. .. He still has an arm; .. he can write, .. he can function..-- He'll still be a
functional human being.. . . . He just needs to find out how to get away from this..
freak. Lifting his head only slightly to spy on the assailant, he's lifted the detached,
bloodied arm and has raised it to his lips. Licking the blood off from where it had run
down the fingers. -- He's sucking the blood off of the deceased limb.. that.. happens
to be his own.. Light heaves dryly, and quickly lowers his head back down.
More:: Coming soon..
