I AM NOT DEAD! Just suffering from that prison referred to as school. I decided to write something, because I haven't been recently. It's saddening. I know. Anyway, I really want to write something with more than one chapter that's not Mary-Sue so, maybe I'll try to make this a first chapter? I dunno. We'll see how it works out.
It was dark the night he kidnapped me.
I don't remember much besides the rain, pounding a tune with no beat against the rickety glass of my window. It was also cold in my room, with the heater being broken, and no one to repair it yet. I was sitting at my desk, the small, goose-neck lamp shining a soft circle of gold on the paperwork I was losing interest in.
It was going on two in the morning when I heard the low, pounding whirr of a motorcycle coming up the road, splashing brutally through the puddles left by the sky's tears. I didn't think much of it, after all, it was a Friday night, so many young couples would be sneaking home from wild parties at this time. No, I didn't even feel a hint of suspicion, not even when the noise suddenly stopped right outside the SPK building.
Although, I probably should have been. I believe I was too tired at that time, and didn't want to think anymore. It was ironic though, because just before he entered my room, I was looking at his picture, cradling it, gently in my smooth, pale hands. The hands that had never been drenched in blood, or tears, or anything for that matter.
Hands that didn't have a history.
I was looking at the picture. The meaningless piece of laminated paper, that never could quite capture the true beauty of him. It couldn't capture the way his eyes gleamed with anger and insanity at the sight of me. Couldn't capture the sharp curvature of a well hidden smirk. It didn't capture the shadows brought on by a scarred childhood hidden in the depths of those blue eyes.
So in a way, I guess I wasn't looking at him. I was pondering this when the door creaked open on its rusty metal hinges. I didn't turn my head, thinking it was just Giovanni, dropping off more paperwork. I with held a groan, and placed the picture back in my pocket as subtly as I could.
When nothing else stirred, I made myself respond in a stable voice. "Yes, Giovanni?"
Still, there was no response. I sighed, turning, ready to yell at my slightly air-headed assistant. I was met with the harsh, woolen fabric of something black. I couldn't see anyone, or hear anything but pressing silence. I felt whatever it was tighten, someone's hand brushed against the back of my head as my captor tied the strip of fabric together.
I opened my mouth about to say something, I don't exactly know what, but it probably wouldn't have made sense. Before I could muster a sound, though, a hand slapped over my mouth, cool and smooth, the scent of leather drifted towards me when I inhaled.
"Go quietly and willing, and I won't have to hurt you." A voice, vaguely familiar, although I couldn't place it whispered in my ear. A shiver worked it way down my spine, and I nodded submissively. I was in no mood to argue with my kidnapper and potential murderer. In fact, all I wanted to do was go to sleep, I wanted to curl into this warm darkness, and just...drift...away...
(Mello)
I let myself smirk as I pulled the drugged glove from my hand, supporting his weight gingerly on my burning arm. I bit my lip slightly, resisting the urge to wring his neck and throw him out the second story window, no, that wasn't the point to this mission. The point was merely to keep him as long as it took me to catch Kira.
He mumbled something, his jaw dropping open, reminding me to hurry up and get going. After all, these policeman types always woke up early. Really early, actually, and it was going on three o'clock. I threw him over my shoulder, wincing slightly at the fresh wave of agony that ripped through me.
Right, still healing.
Sighing, I shifted him to the other shoulder, the pain residing to a dull ache, I could've really used a bar of chocolate about then. I strode to the door, all set to rip it open, stopped, listened intently, then opened it gingerly, stalking into the hallway.
Just so you know, he'd definitely gained weight.
I trudged as quietly as I could through the hallways, careful not to run into any walls or anything. I looked out the window, through the pouring rain I could see my shiny, black baby waiting for me, Matt hooking up the sidecar to hold this fucking two hundred thousand pound brat.
I sighed with relief when I found the stairs, walking as carefully as I could in the dark. I just wanted to get out of there. This whole environment was beginning to make me jumpy. I ran my hand along the wall, until I felt the door, heard the rain pounding against it, a raw beat that brought me to ease. I crashed through it, belatedly pulling my hood over my head.
Matt looked up, smiling widely at me. I half smiled back at him, throwing the brat into the sidecar and buckling him in, sitting him up as though he were a willing-and awake-passenger. Then I hopped on behind Matt, clutching his stomach tightly.
"Go." I murmured in his ear. And like a puppy, he responded, whisking us off into the rain-raped night. My hood falling back, soaking my hair, my burning face. It was like being in a dream, almost. A strange dream, that could go bad at any second, but for the time being was perfect.
I was trapped in it. In the whirling bliss of foggy rain.
And I'm not quite sure I minded.
(Near)
I woke up when we were only half way home. The icy wind and pelting rain is what essentially woke me up. I was still blindfolded, my arms were bound together in my lap, and for some reason, I was beautifully warm. All these factors made it hard to fight off the drowsiness brought on not only by the drugs but by the week of sleepless nights.
I stifled a yawn, I wasn't quite ready to die, and I'm sure I thought I would've been killed at the time. I still didn't know who my captor was, but I could hear him murmuring to someone else, who's voice was also familiar to me. Neither of which I could place, still. My senses were still feeling slightly drugged. Making even thinking hard at the time. I remember continuously dozing off, only to snap awake again, reminding myself to remember details to tell the judge while I watched my captors get prosecuted.
I barely remember stopping. But I do remember being cradled momentarily in the arms that would become so familiar to me, before being thrown over a shoulder, and then moved to the other one. I heard them talking, but I was so tired, so very sleepy, I couldn't...make...out...thewordz.
When I woke up-this time for real-I was warm, and it wasn't fabricated. I opened my eyes, a soft orange glow swam into view. A figure was silhouetted against it, tall and skinny, and slightly feminine. Holding something rectangular in her clenched and shaking fist.
Then she...I mean he stepped forward, completely in the light. His blue-green eyes grinning maliciously at me. I felt my eyes swell up, my mouth drop agape.
"Mello..." My mind whispered the automatic recognition. My body, however took longer to realize who it was. As soon as it did, though, it reacted. My body broke out in gooseflesh, my arms struggled to be freed from their bonds, I want to touch him. His hair. My fondest memory is of how soft is hair was, clenched between my shaking fingers.
Cold metal bit into my pale skin, causing me to cry out in sudden pain. I stopped moving, feelings that I thought I'd left behind with my teenage life came clashing back into me with sudden, unexpected force. He crouched down to my height, the sweet scent of chocolate mixed with a bitter tinge of blood and leather teased the edges of my senses.
He tilted his head, slightly, his smirk surfacing from beneath it's carefully solemn disguise. His eyes still held a hint of those tortured shadows, and all the insanity. I felt as though I were drowning, falling deep into the waves of emotions. Curling up against all that I'd missed.
"Hello, Near. Have you missed me?" He murmured, touching my face, gently. He whipped his head abruptly to the right, removing his hair from his face, and revealing...
Anger exploded within me. Someone-I'm not sure who-had hurt Mello. And I hated them. I hated them for causing harm to my so imperfect angel. I hated them for making him even more appealing, for giving him more of that "dark side" that appealed to every teenage girl (and me) across the nation.
I nodded, finding it impossible to talk when facing such marred perfection. When facing my brutalized angel. My angel that was never really good enough to be accepted.
He laughed once. More like an insane bark of abrupt noise. He stood up fast, grabbing a fistful of my hair, and wrenching my head backwards. I bit back a cry of angry pleasure.
"Good. That makes you vulnerable to me." He said, malice slowly filling his voice, he let my head drop, tenderly stroking the painful patch. I sighed. This part of Mello I hadn't missed. I hadn't missed the strange and quick changes in temper. One moment, he could be gentle, soft-spoken and lovable, and the next, he'd throw a table through the window, scream a string of brutal curses in your face...and you'd hate him.
You'd hate him more than anything. You'd hate him because he wouldn't let you love him. Even though that's all you wanted. Like me, I hated him, because he wouldn't let me show my true emotions. He made me hide behind an uncaring mask.
Which, despite all appearances, I hate more than anything else.
I looked up at him, fighting back my tears. I didn't want to show any weakness, I shouldn't allow him to be that satisfied. That's one thing you learn with bullies-don't ever play the game their way.
"What do you want from me?" I murmured, keeping my voice neutral, trying to sound like I just simply didn't care. He laughed again, this time with more humor.
"I just want to finally beat you at something." He said, the smirk melting into a look of wild lust. Of need. He didn't just want to beat me, he needed to.
"They're going to realize I'm gone." I said, keeping my head lowered. He had turned his back by then, but stopped abruptly.
"Then I'll kill them." His voice was low, and quiet. With that, he left the room, closing the metal door behind him. I sat there for a moment, staring blankly at the door. Waiting, waiting for him to come back.
I sighed.
Some people never change...
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