Hellloooooooooo, it's me ! A newbie with a new story, I tried my best, please tell me what you think of it, your opinion matters a late !
Obviously, I don't own Death Note, or this would have a far better plot and quality !
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No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away - Terry Pratchett.
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Prologue : Crimson.
The smell was the first thing she noticed when she entered the room. The smell of sweat, of alcohol, of weed, of sex. It was a nasty combination, but a familiar one at such event, it made her nose wrinkle in disgust, she bit her lips, her eyes starting to look around, taking in the scenary in front of her.
The first person she recognised was Cordy Bens, a pure social butterfly and a total party girl, the sort of person you reach to first hand when you want to get to know more people, the kind of girl that will always smile at you, bright white teeth that will welcome you instantly, making you trust her in less than 0.23 seconds.
She was more on the short side, standing at 5"1, her black pixie cut with little blue highlights framed her oval face perfectly, contrasting with her ice bluebell eyes, she was currently talking to her more on the introverted side friend, Jane de la Marche, the girl moved from Brest,France, about four years ago, if she remembered correctly, the gossip that endured from it went down as soon as everyone realised that, aside from her slight accent and her constant stuttering due to trying to remember her English, she was as basic as her other peers.
The teen was cute, she thought, slightly taller than her friend, her auburn hair hair was curled, golden eyeshadow making her brown doe eyes stick out, her lips were tainted old rose, and she was dressed more modestly than most of the other females in the house.
When her eyes glanced the opposite way, her cheeks became tainted with a small blush as she saw Jude Wills, one of the many handsome boys with a missing brain at her school, groping and nibbling the dark skin of Selena Walden, who she hoped was aware and informed of the boy's reputation.
Or perhaps she was a fool that taught she'd be the one girl that'll get him to stop his whoring tendencies. Her dark brow raised at the possibility.
" There you are ! I didn't think you'd actually come, I mean I heard from Jason that you were probably coming but then again he told me that the last time, and the time before, and you didn't make it both of these time, so I was kinda thinking that you were gonna let us down this time too, since well, I know that these parties aren't your thing but I'm gonna pro-"
" Lysandra, please, you're babbling again." She spoke, her tone one of a parent scolding their young infant, even tough her smile was friendly, and she was obviously amused at her friend's antics.
Lysandra Thomson wasn't one of the people she usually became friends with, well in fact she didn't usually become friends with anyone, but the bubbly red hair stuck to her since the day they met, it was a simple day at the start of freshmen year, they were assigned to work together in their biology class, soon enough Lysandra started to be present more often around her, at first she frowned and found that the red hair was disturbing her with her chatting every single seconds they spent together, but she did find redeeming qualities in her friend, she knew that Lysandra Thomson was actually smarter than she allowed people to see, and was completely genuine, which she realised, was a rare quality among people these days.
Soon after she admitted that she considered Lysandra more than an acquaintance, Jason McLowser joined their little duo.
Jason Mclowser was an average teenager, of tall stature, but skinny build, the word she would use to describe him, would be blunt, as he never once thought before speaking and didn't care about social norms, perhaps did he not even know they existed when he spoke, she remembered he once told her how taboos were what was slowing down people, keeping them away from their dreams and the purpose they wanted to have, she found herself agreeing with him, understanding his point of view, as it was nearly the same as hers.
" I'm just really glad you're here ! You don't have any idea of how long I've been waiting for this !" She exclaimed. " We so have to get you buzzed, have your stuckup antisocial nerd ass to relax a bit and to let go ! OH , we gotta dance too, that's it, To Do List of the night : Dance, be crazy, and drink until somebody is hot enough to make out with !" Lysandra winked, her eyebrows started to wiggle suggestively. The " stuckup antisocial nerd" let out a laugh at her words, rolling her eyes.
" Sure thing, I'll make sure to add catch all sorts of STDs while I drag your drunk tired self away from here." She said plainly, causing a huff to get out of her friends lips. Lysandra took her right hand, and managed to make them a way through the human mass of the dancefloor.
Dorothy Donald had to admit to herself, letting go felt good, her raven colored hair dropped of the sophisticated bun she had put it it and fell onto her back, reaching the end of it, and moved with her as she danced with Lysandra, her dark green eyes were glazed because of the alcohol intake, her pale skin shining due to the slight sweat on her, she kept swaying her body to the music's rythmn. Starting to forget how intoxicated she let herself to be, her just as drunk friend laughed, she did too, loosing herself completely, allowing herself that one night, for once, she put her morals and standards aside, and kept dancing , having fun like all the teenagers around her.
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The party had to come to an end eventually, she parted with her friend, bidding her good night, on her way out, she saw a crying Selena, holding her shirt with one hand and her shoes with another, Dorothy shrugged, too buzzed to care, and starting to walk down the street, the party was held in one house of a residential district, about three blocks away from her own home, which she decided she would walk to by foot, trying to sober up, her heels felt too constricting and uncomfortable, so she took them off, not really liking the feeling of the cold pavement under her naked feet, but preferring it to the pain caused by what she called foot predators.
She was now only one block away from her house, some of the street lights, shining with their yellow glow, were starting to flicker lightly, she frowned, than told herself it may be just the alcohol getting to her brain, but stopped dead in her tracks.
A few meters of her , in the middle of the road, was a little boy standing, he may have been seven or eight, she wouldn't know, the lights made his blonde locks appear clearer, he was wearing pyjamas, composed of a pale blue light top and bottoms from Scottish red material.
In his hands he held a regular teddy bear, a brown one, he was hugging it, quite intensely, might she notice.
She also noticed two light that seemed to get closer to the boy, her eyes widened as she understood what it was.
A car, and it was speeding right towards the small boy.
She ran toward him, yelling at him to watch out, but all the boy did was to glance at her, his pale blue eyes looked straight at her, not moving, not blining, he just stared as she sped up to him, trying to get him out of the car's way.
A car horn, the sound of wheels screeching against the road's pavement due to trying to slow down in time to avoid the impact, the sound of its front colliding with her body, the scream she let out as she felt her bones breaking, her limp body falling on the ground, unmoving.
" Oh Lord, Oh Lord, please let her still be alive." She heard a man's voice as it got closer to her. " Didn't even see where she came from, it was so fast." He whispered to himself as he checked her pulse, the faint rythmn of a heartbeat slowing down.
Her face moved slightly, to where she pushed the boy, and she saw him standing right there, his teddy bear still in his arms, but it was revealing his face now, both the bear and the boy were staring right back at her.
And then she noticed it, the missing button on one of the bear's eyes, how some of its stuffing was poking out, the grinning smirk of the boy.
She widened her eyes as she looked right back at his, her last breath stuck in her throat.
Crimson Irises stared back at her, a youthfull face cocking to one side.
" Play."
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So ? Cringey ? Not Cringey ? Sounds too much like the start of a horror movie ? Maybe ... Probably does, but it makes sense, pinky swear, or not.
Review and I'll reply, tell me what you think of it ! I'm curious and I'd love to hear out your theories.