~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 1: Sacrifice
"Can you believe this bullshit, Verin?" I slammed the remote down onto the coffee table, outraged by the news. "Someone else has a death note!" I point to the TV accusingly. Verin, the tall lanky shinigami, shrugs his pure white shoulders, fluttering his razor red wings. He smirks sideways, fangs exposed, and even with that red wrap around his snow white face where his eyes should be, I know he sees everything on the TV that I do.
"Another shinigami must have come to Earth..." he doesn't seem the least bit upset by this. "The human who has obtained it is quite careless with it, though. They're using it so openly, even the media has caught on."
"I don't think its about being careless; he's only killing criminals. He's making a fucking statement!" Hot with anger, I kick the coffee table. It flips and the glass top shatters. "They let the death note fall into the hands of an angel of death!"
"Angel of death?" Verin laughs. "What do you mean by that?"
"That's what the police call them," I explain, lightly. "You know, like firefighters who start their own fires just to save people. This guy is killing people in order to be a hero. He thinks he's better, like some self-proclaimed god. He's a joke, though! If he were a real hero, he'd do this a lot quieter, because hero's don't need glory, they need justice. He'd be killing, like, terrorists or something, not robbers and shit. These are people who have the potential to start over. He's cutting their lives short because of his own opinion of them. He's just another serial killer! And he's making a mockery of the death note! An embarrassment to me, and whoever else has one!"
"Calm down, Vera," Verin sighs. "You get so angry sometimes...You're giving me a headache..."
"Can shinigami even get headaches? I think you're just bull shitting me to get me to shut up."
"I assure you I'm capable of getting headaches. Trust me, you've given me quite a few of them over the past few years..."
I roll my eyes. "Whatever."
Verin floats over to the sofa and lays down on it, his feet hanging off the side. "What now? You're going to have to be extra careful with your own death note now that everyone is on the look out."
"No I won't," I sigh. "First of all, they don't even know what they're looking for. I'm pretty sure the last thing they think this guy's weapon is, is a book. But with how famous this guy is getting, I wouldn't be surprised if he came out and said 'Howdy world! Look what I can do!' and start scribbling shit in his death note like it's nothing." I plop down on the lounge chair and lean back. "Hopefully he's smarter than that. At the same time, though, if he is smart enough to stay hidden, then nobody will be able to stop him, and more lives will be lost before their time. Nobody has the right to play god."
"You do it sometimes."
"I don't play god, and I don't do what I do to be famous or better than everybody else. And I always fix my mistakes. Always. Can you name one person I've killed that I didn't bring back? No, you can't, because I never have. This guy doesn't know half the potential of the death note, and he's acting like a fucking all-mighty."
"Shit, Vera, you aren't planning on going after this guy or anything, are you?" Verin asks, sitting up on the sofa.
"Shit yeah I am! Who else can do it? And when I find him, I'm gunna burn his death note and send his ass to jail."
"You plan to burn another death note? Who knows what curse will be placed on you this time? It's too dangerous, Vera."
"I don't care, Verin. Somebody has to do it..."
"You'd sacrifice the rest of your humanity to stop someone from killing those who are already doomed?"
"Not all of them are doomed, Verin, but yes, I would."
"How do you plan on doing it?"
I smirk. "Well, that's where I need your help..."
