Prologue

The bustling streets, traffic, neon-lit signs and sound polluted air all contribute to the widely populated but constantly disregarded city of Ikebukuro. However, many are not aware of one thing: this is where I reside.

The news had been on a chained reaction recently, alerting all people of the murder, kidnapping and suicidal cases. The funny thing is I never get enough of this. The more of this I see appearing, the stronger my thirst is. I long for my appetite to calm but it's something I can't control.

My name is Evaligne. I'm an escaped convict from Sector 7, where the government had created a fully protected prison. Somewhere no one would ever think of escaping.

As soon as news got out of my escape, they all created frenzy. Something absolutely unthinkable had happened under their supervision.

No one else must know of their mistake.

And so, all one hundred twenty-six convicts from the prison were massacred, no traces of them left behind. They had to make sure it was done swiftly, silently, and secretly.

This is where my story begins.

Chapter 1 - D

My life had just begun after my escape. The past had been unbearable, my childhood long forgotten. All I remember is the pitch black notebook.

I had been walking down the common streets of Tokyo when I turned down the sidewalk to an alley. I didn't think much, for my unusually muscular appearance scares people off. Much to my surprise, a hand clasped over my mouth firmly and refused to let go. I struggled as another hand grabbed my waist and forced me to turn around. My back slammed straight at the cold-stoned wall. It was a dead end. Exactly where my life was going.

I thought everything was over. My dreams of starting anew. Gone. But the unknown figure had let go of me. Instead of running away as I was supposed to, I stood my ground. Oh, why didn't I run away?

The silhouetted figure reached down and pulled out a large parcel. Slowly but forcefully, he unwrapped it to reveal an old looking notebook.

"Take it."

I didn't expect him to talk, in order to keep his identity hidden. Instead of reacting, I just stared back at his eyes, beaded sweat rolling into them. He wiped them away hastily, and shoved the notebook into my chest.

"Take it!" He repeated impatiently.

"Who-who are you?" I asked in a hurry. "What do you want from me?"

"Just your acceptance of this." His gaze drifted to the item in my hands.

"What is this? If you expect me to fall for this kind of stupid trick, you're wrong." I let go of the book, allowing it to slide out of my grasp and into the white snow, contrasting perfectly with the black binding. For the first time, I noticed the cover. "Death Note" was etched on the cover in a gnarly font. Was this some kind of joke?

The man bent over to pick the parcel up, dusting it carefully as though it would crumble and float away any second. I had no idea what was next, only what happened after.


A/N: Hi there! I plan to make this story about five chapters long, but I'll only continue with the second chapter if I get enough feedback. Thanks for reading :)