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..