ERGENT: I am not a creator or nor do I ever have worked under the creators of Death Note. I own no one but Freak and her friend Zu. Also anything in this story is not what should ever be expected to happen anytime soon in any Death Note side stories written by the author.
Poisoned Candy
Chapter 1: I See All Evil!
As I walk down a street covered in sin I feel nauseated. I hear rap in allies, I see blood and murder. I feel the piss covered ground squish under my feet. Most would ask why walk in a place like this one. Well my next victim lives down this way. My choices are simple kill or turn a blind eye on everything I believe in like everyone else.
My life turned into this nightmare the night I killed my father and mother. I guess to understand you have to be told. There is only one way to tell this story though and it's not pretty. But I regret nothing of what I do. I am not like other bad guys though either I kill my victims with my way of writing. That book started my life and ended my hell.
It all started on the night that I ran from home again. I was born to a woman who would rather be injected then care for anyone. She would sit there in a daze, not responding to anything, or she was violent. My father used to protect me from her. He told me all the time he loved me, but that love was unnatural. I didn't understand until I was ten years old.
At ten my mother bought her self some "numbing syrup" as she called it, I call it something different. Not my father though every year he would save some money for me and him to go celebrate on.
"This is for both of our birth day's sweetie." He'd say to me.
This was not my year though. Dad got use to a motel with chipped paint and woman in to short of clothing standing in front. He told me to follow him and be very quiet. We reached a room numbered "108." It smelled of booze and cigars, neither of witch my father has ever done.
He told me that night, Daddy has been holding off his birthdays for awhile because mommy couldn't celebrate with him anymore. That night I knew what pain and betrayal was.
I told my mother everything but she only knew one thing and that was her injections. After that for 6 more years my father has found out mom blamed me and he 'celebrated' more and more. Mom would come in the day after and call me names and hit me for a while.
One night I ran again. I heard my father's heavy foot steps and knew he was sick of mom and needed to 'celebrate' again. I jumped out my window and just ran, never wanting to come back.
As I walked down streets with so much human fesses caking them, I thought I saw a person in an abandoned ally. Then I felt pulled towards this dark ally to just stand there thinking, 'Should I do this?'
I was sick of running so I did what any irrational person would do go in there with there head up high like an idiot. As I marched down the ally my strength slowly turned into fear.
When I reached a corner I saw a book. I would normally walk away. But this black covered book caught my interest. It had no words on it and when I opened it, it had nothing in it.
"Well that was a waste of time Freak. What next get scared over a stupid pencil blowing in the wind?" I said to myself to gain more courage and to laugh over my stupidity.
"Yes, how amazing it is that humans get so scared over little old nothings." A male voice said behind me. My heart fastened and I froze. I felt I knew what will happen.
I closed my eye and counted to three, because that's how long it took daddy. When I counted to three five more times and opened my eyes slowly. In my face was a man with blonde cropped hair and blue eyes that were beady. He had a big smile that covered most of his face with sharp shark like teeth. He was floating with the help of some purple wings. He wore a green shirt and black pants and he was staring at me in interest.
I jumped back with a yelp and his grin widened. He pointed at the book and when I tried to give it back said, "That is my book. But I see no reason why you shouldn't have it. I only ask one thing write what you most desire right now in it."
"Here?"
"Yes here." He said leaning back in the air to make it look like he was chilling on a couch.
"What's your name, I am sure I didn't catch it." I felt like I was making a friend because he was the first person not to look at me as if they could read every secret I had written under my skin.
He gave me a rough laugh and pointed to the book before talking to me. "I said; write what you most desire right now. You give me the right answer I give you my name."
I wrote in the book two sentences and close the book and glared at this mysterious man, "There I did it I wrote what I most wanted. Do you wish to see?" I held the book out in front of my as an offering to him.
He smiled and waved the book off as if it was unimportant. "You passed just wait a while and all will happen shortly."
I saw cop cars zoom past me and ran after them. I had a feeling I knew where they were going, and oh boy was I right. I was stopped by a male officer. "That's my house there." I yelled at him.
He gave me a look and grabbed me to drag my forward. In the privacy of two feet away he stated that my mother has overdosed but not before she rammed a knife into my fathers back. At the new I was both happy and sad, but tears of joy fell first. Good thing cops can't tell the difference.
Later that night I saw the man with wings again. He was looking at me funnily. "What is something on my face?" I asked.
He shocked his head and pointed at me. "You lost my book." He was right I did drop it but can't remember when.
A knock at the door shushed us both. It was a young man who was bent over with my book held out in front of him with as if I was infected. His black hair fell a little in his eyes and he had no shoes on. He also looked bored or really tired. He was also staring past me at the spot I last left my floating friend. Who has mysteriously disappeared?
"I believe this is yours." The young man said.
I took the book back slowly, "Yes but how did it fall into your hands?" I asked because for one he didn't look like a cop or anyone who knew me.
"Oh I am a private detective." He told me.
"Detective but we know what happened." I said confused.
He stared at me for a long minute that I felt self cautious in flannel PJ pants and a tight tank top. I hugged my chest waiting for him to talk. "Yes it was solved, until they found a girls diary, and the only thing written in it is that she wished her father and mother die and go to burning pits."
"I have my reasons if that's what you want to know. I have my reasons for being glad they don't live anymore."
"Yes but I found an interest in this case and sense I am in Japan for a while I might as well find out those reasons. I will talk to you later_"
"Freak, my mother thought I looked funny at birth." I stated bitterly before closing the door on his face.
"Well now that I know your name as well mine is Zu." My floating friend hovered over me and I felt beaten by the days work.
"Your book is from burning fires of sin, isn't it?" I said tiredly to him.
"Go to bed now you look like you took a truck to the face."
"That bad?"
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