A New Kind of Game – L Lawliet
It's so beautiful. I opened my window and stuck my head and arms outside. I turned my palms up to the sky, letting the icy, white flakes land and melt in them as I gazed up to the clouds. The light coming from the bedrooms above gave the snow a surreal look. It was enchanting, the way the soft snow fell slowly in the dim light. I was enthralled. The bell started to chime, then. The deep sound of the bell, combined with the snow captivated me to the point that I was lost in my own little world.
I was brought back almost immediately by the sound of the metal gate being opened and closed. I stretched out and craned my neck to see who it was. I knew that there are two people, one being Mr. Wammy. I wanted to see the new kid. Realizing that I wasn't going to be able to see them by hanging out of the window, I quickly ducked back inside, closed the window, ran out of my room without shutting the door, bolted through the corridors, practically jumped down the stairs, and ran into the entrance room. I stopped as soon as my eyes locked onto the wide-eyed boy, holding onto Mr. Wammy's hand.
His eyes were peering into mine. They were distant and distracted looking, but it felt like they were boring into mine. I started to feel uncomfortable. The next thing that I noticed was that the hand that wasn't holding onto Mr. Wammy's hand was placed by his mouth with his thumb stuck in it. His messy, black hair with remains of snow from outside that hadn't quite melted laying on the strands of hair and his way too large, plain clothes where the next thing that I had noticed. It looked like he was swimming in his white, long-sleeved t-shirt and his blue jeans looked like they'd fall off of him if he tried walking. He didn't look like the type of person that felt comfortable with people inside of his personal bubble.
"Ah, Jennifer." Mr. Wammy said softly, pulling me out of my observing of the strange boy staring at me. "I want to introduce you to a new child to the Wammy House. His name is L Lawliet. L, this is Jennifer Imogen."
I hesitated at first, but cautiously extended my hand into his direction, hoping that something bad didn't happen.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Lawliet." He stared at my hand for a second before taking it into his own hand and gave one firm shake.
"It's the same here." His voiced surprised me. It was softer than I had thought that it was going to be. I didn't know what to think of this 'L Lawliet' character.
"Jennifer, I'm going to show L to his room and help him with his luggage. You should get to bed yourself. I'm sure that Wendy will wake up and wonder where you are soon. You know just as well as I do that she's aware when you're gone." Mr. Wammy informed. I nodded my head in agreement.
"Yeah. I suppose that I should get some sleep. Classes start up again tomorrow. Good night, Mr. Wammy." I said with a smile. I then turned to L and curtsied the best that I could in my flannel dress, my strawberry colored hair spilling over my face.
"I hope that you come to love the Wammy house." I straightened up from my curtsy and looked him in the eyes. He looked the same and appeared to have no reaction to what I just did. Most of the other kids either looked flustered, happy, embarrassed, or confused. He, on the other hand, held no reaction at all. He still just looked at me like he was daydreaming. I suppose that it could be because he was tired. After all, it has probably been a long day for him.
I gave Mr. Wammy and Lawliet one last smile before turning around, exiting the entrance room, and climbing back up the stairs. As I was walking back through the corridor, I couldn't help but think about L. What is he really like? Where did he come from? How will he interact with everyone else? Was he really sleepy, or was that his true personality?
I quietly walked back into the room to see Wendy staring at my bed in a tired fashion. I realized that she was half awake and shut the door without making a sound. I went over to her bed and sat down on the side closet to where she was sitting.
"Jenny? I saw a monster. He came into the house and started eating up all of the cake." Wendy mumbled.
"Really? Was it a scary monster?" I asked as I went under her covers with her and cradled her in my arms.
"No…There is a scarier, bad monster in the house already…This new monster is a good monster, but a monster still."
"If it is a monster that does good, then it isn't a monster." I whispered in her ear. Wendy was silent for a couple of seconds before mumbling again.
"If he isn't a monster, then what is he?" I sighed and rubbed my forehead against her hair. Wendy was quickly falling back to sleep.
"Oh, love. He is a savior." The younger girl yawned. Her dark brown hair hid her bright blue eyes as she leaned back against me. I leaned back against the wall, so Wendy was lying on top of me. I breathed out loudly and closed my eyes. We stayed like that for a long time. Or maybe it wasn't that long? It was hard to tell. Time seemed to go by so slowly. Eventually, Wendy fell asleep. I stayed in our position for a while longer before I carefully got out from under her, laid her down, went over to my bed, got under the covers, and went to sleep myself.
"Close your eyes, angel. Everything will be ok." I heard some woman whisper. I felt calm, but there was a feeling of fear. I don't understand. I felt my mind racing. I look up at the woman. There's a light behind her that's blocking out her face. It's snowing. Her brown hair was curling gracefully over her shoulders and down to her chest. She lightly touched my cheek and, I think, smiled.
"I promise, honey." She whispered again, but her lips never moved. I felt so tired. A man walked in the area. The woman's smile faded into a frown. Something wasn't right.
"So, you're here so soon." The woman spoke to the man. His hair was a strawberry color. He had bright blue eyes. His face looked very stern. He made me feel unsafe. I shouldn't be here. Something isn't right. I need to get away. No matter how much I willed my body to move, my limbs felt as heavy as lead. I couldn't budge them.
"I will not let this continue." The man said haughtily to the woman. She looked taken aback. There was a pause between the two and I was in the middle. I had a feeling that this had something to do with me.
"This ends tonight. She will go with her godfather." The man then reached into his coat and pulled out a shiny pistol and pointed it at the woman. She froze with a mortified expression on her face. I could see her brown eyes now. There was absolute fear in them.
"******! This is absolutely ridiculous! There's no need to do this!" The woman shrieked out. The man looked completely unfazed. What did she say? Her lips moved, but no sound came out.
"Say good bye." The man said, and pulled the trigger. No noise came out. Everything was silent. Kool-Aid was coming out of the woman. At least, I think that it was Kool-Aid. It looked like someone had poured Kool-Aid onto her forehead. It spilled down her face and onto her shirt. She fell over and slumped to the floor. The Kool-Aid was getting all over the floor now. It was making a puddle around the woman's head.
I looked back to the man. He just stood there, absorbing everything that was happening. His pistol was still pointing to the area that the woman was originally standing, but then lowered it to the floor. Did he make the Kool-Aid come out of the woman? After a few seconds, he pulled out his phone and called someone.
"I've done it. Soon, the second part will be complete. We're at *************." He hung up the phone then. Huh? Again, I couldn't hear what was being said. His lips were moving, but no sound came out. The man raised the pistol again, but put the barrel to his temple. This time, a very loud popping sound rang out. At the same time, my vision went black.