Prologue:
AN: This story is inspired by the game: ‚L – The Prologue to Death Note' (that I haven't played [yet]) and the book ‚Another Note'.
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Darkness.
This was all I could see when I first woke up.
For a moment I didn't know wether the events around me were real or just a dream that I was unable to understand. But the pain that ran through my entire body made it pretty clear that this was, indeed, happening right now.
It was reality.
My reality.
My head hurt as if some madman had put a clamp around it and kept tightening it (slowly but steadily) for his own insane amusement. I almost belived to hear the crazy laugh of a maniac, but of course that was just my imagination. Carefully I tried to get up. The blackness enabled me only to see the outlines of my surroundings, yet I was aware of the fact, that I did not know the place I was in. I looked around, waited that my eyes got used to the obscurity and for the pain in my body to lessen. But I waited in vain.
I tried to recall the last 24 hours and failed miserably. I couldn't remember what had happened. Or why I was here, at a place totally forign to me. When I tried to stand up, I gasped and almost slipped. Even this very easy task seemed to drive me to the limits of my strength. What had just happened to me?
Bit by bit I could recognize more than just silhouettes in the darkness. The room I was in, was empty. Except for some boxes. Some were made out of wood, some out of metal, I belived. Nobody but me was in the chamber and no noise found its way from the outside into the building. It was completely silent.
However, the absolute quietness was suddenly interrupted by a strange sound, which I recalled to be the tones of a phone. No, I had to correct myself. Not ‚a' phone. My phone. The display showed me that an unknown number tried to reach me.
Absently I starred at my phone, like a fawn that was blinded by the headlights of a nearing car, unable to move. I looked at the electronic device in my hands, as if I had never seen one of theese before. How much time passed until I realized what was happening, I really don't know. But somehow I managed to accept the call. „Yes…?", my voice sounded horrible. If I hadn't known, that it belonged to me, I wouldn't have been able to recognise it as mine. But that fact lost its meaning due to the words that were spoken to me. Only three little words, but the moment I heard them, I knew I'd never forget: „I am L."
At once I was awake and for a millisecond my eyes widened. Of course I knew this name. Almost anyone from my bureau at the FBI knew. After the BB-murder-cases had been solved it couldn't be any different. But nobody was aware, who was behind that very letter. The identity of the computer disorted voice was a well kept secret. One, that no sane person in the world would ever dare to unravel.
One question found its way through my brain. Only one.
What could the best detective in the world possibly want from me, Especially while I was in such a bizarre situation. Then L spoke again and answered my unspoken thought: „_-san, I need your Help."
AN: Okay, that was the Prologue. I hope you liked it and it cought your interest ^_^ please leave a feedback if you have the time (I'd really mean a lot to me).
To tell the truth… this is the attempt to translate the same story I wrote in my german FF-account into english. Since I am in America right now for another six month I thought I might try writing. Please tell me how you thougth my grammar (and vocabulary) was. And if you'd be interested enough in the Story for me to continue translating my work. It could take a while for me to update the chapters though because the story itself isn't finished yet.
All the best,
Dream