The darkened streets of London was too much for the young Goth. She had come back here for answers. Answers she knew only one man could possibly know. She stepped under an orange street lamp and her full figure was lit up by the orangey glow. Her hair was long and ebony black. Her skin as white as newly fallen snow and her eyes were of the most icy of blues. Her clothing attire was black. She wore a Cradle of Filth hoodie and a black shirt with Jack Skellington on the front underneath the thick over layer. Her jeans were a dark purple and very tight. Her boots had a demonic skull on the toe and metal on the heel and front. She walked on and finally got to her destination. Wammy's.
As she pushed the gate open, it squeaked. "Damn." She cursed. It was late, so hopefully the younger kids would be in bed. She walked up to the front door and knocked loudly, her skull ring scratching at the paint. A light flicked on in the hallway and the door opened. "Good evening, Roger." The girl smiled. The man, about in his late fifties gasped. "R-Raven?" he stammered.
"The very same. Now will you let me in so we can discuss matters?" she asked. Roger stood aside and Raven walked in.
In the main sitting area, the fire was crackling happily. It was nice and warm compared to the bitter cold outside. Raven sat down and took her hoodie off. Roger sat opposite her. He twiddled his thumbs. "Now, Roger, I have come here to ask you one thing. Who was my father?" she asked, her voice cold.
"I-I don't know. Your mother never mentioned a name when she dropped you off here." He said.
"LIES!" Raven screeched and pulled out her Desert Eagle. She pointed it to his heart. Roger cringed in utter fear as the gun was pulled out on him. "Its either the truth or death. Its your choice." She growled. Roger got up and came back with a file. He shakily handed it to Raven, who withdrew her weapon. As Raven opened the file, her eyes widened. "That will explain my 'condition'." She said. As she walked out she shot Roger in the head. The man fell to the floor with a thud. "That's for lying to me you, worthless oaf." She spat. She walked out of her former home and sat on the wall nearby to think.
The snow was falling slowly. Like it was dancing as it came from the heavens. "Hmm, I wonder if this Kira person I've been hearing about has a Shinigami attached to him. If so that Shinigami maybe my father." She said. Raven walked back to the alley she had emerged from and got in her Porsche 911 and drove to the airport to go to Tokyo in Japan.
