Title: Desdemona: The Savior
Rating: T
Summary: We all know about the famous Whammy kids like L, Mello, Matt, Near, Beyond Birthday, and even the infamous A but, what of the true genius that lurked in the shadows. What of the girl who was chosen to go to Japan to work on the Kira case? What if she was on her own side? Would she help the one who treats her like a little sister, like true family, or help the man who saved her from isolation?
Prologue: Before Whammy's House, Ariadne
The words she always feared, the very words that most people, most humans, longed to hear were spoken to her the day of her birth. She hated hearing that she was loved when she knew the coldhearted truth. Her parents hated her, her older sister, who was the golden girl in their eyes, always told her how she was a mistake.
"You're the reason dad lost his job. You are the reason mom grew detached from the world and rarely speaks anymore. Everyone was a lot happier before you were born! I don't even know why mom named you Ariadne! You're nothing! You're not holy at all!" The tall brunette screamed at the small six year old blond.
She had heard similar rantings from her older sister, Pandora, every single day for as long as she could remember. She didn't know why she had been named what she was. She had no idea why her sister was named after the one who brought about all the bad in the world, though she did think it suit her. After all, she did nothing to her sister besides being born.
After the most boring thing in the world to her, her first day of first grade, she was almost grateful to be going home. Almost being the key word. She had gotten used to the constant yelling by her sister, and the cold silence from both her parents. She got used to having to do everything on her own. Yet at the same time she dreaded going home where she was unwanted and unloved.
As the ten minute bus ride ended, she quickly and quietly opened the door to her house. The house itself wasn't anything grand, just a two floor white house with dark brown roof shingles.
"Ariadne! Help! Someone! Anyone! Please, help me!" Her sister's screams filled the house.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to join your mother? Away from that brat of a child. We will be away from her soon enough Pandora. Your mother is already happy." Her father states, the edge of insanity in his tone.
Ariadne, the little six years old child, is frozen in fear. She wants to know what happens to her sister so she ever so quietly picks up the phone ready to dial the emergency number in case her dad really does kill Pandora and then himself. She quietly walks up the stairs and runs into Pandora's room and into her closet, closing it enough to not be seen but see everything.
"Dad! You're insane! Your drunk and you killed mom! You won't get away with this!" Pandora states, tears streaming down her face, her silver eyes, the only feature Ariadne and her sister shared, hardened.
Their father, clearly drunk and holding a knife already covered in blood, lunges forward and stabs Pandora straight through the heart. He quickly pulls out the knife and stabs himself, smiling at the thought of getting to see his wife and beloved daughter again.
Ariadne, from her spot in the closet, with the phone still in hand slowly dialed the emergency number.
"Hello? 911, what's your emergency?" The operator's voice asks.
"I…Oh, god…my parents and sister are dead! My dad killed both my mother and older sister Pandora!" She cries, not able to hold back the tears.
"Calm down sweetie, and try to tell me what happened. I'll send over the emergency crew as soon as I trace your call to find your address."
"Ok…I just got home from my first day of first grade when I heard my older sister, Pandora, scream for help. I didn't think it was really happening, and I quietly ran to the phone and grabbed it just in case it wasn't a joke. I ran into her room because her room is closer to the stairs and the voices were coming from the end of the hall. I hid in her closet and I saw her crying, but her eyes were cold almost masking her fear."
"How could you tell she was afraid?" The operator asks.
"I could hear it in her tone when she told our dad that he was insane and drunk. I was also scared and it happened all too fast before I could dial this number." Ariadne says, calming down slightly.
"The police will be over very shortly, young lady. I know you're terrified, but please pack enough clothes for a week and any other necessities you may need."
"Ok. Thank you." Ariadne states and hangs up the phone.
As soon as she finishes packing the last of her belongings, the doorbell rings. She hurries down the stairs to the front door and opens it to two police officers.
"Are you the one who called because of a murder/suicide?" The female officer asks.
"Yes. My name is Ariadne and both my sister and mother were killed by my drunken father before he took his own life." She states, trying not to cry in front of the officers.
"It's alright, Ariadne. I'm sure things will look up for you." The female officer says, bending down and placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Her tiny body shook from all the welled up tears and she collapsed from pure exhaustion. The last thing she saw and heard before passing out was a man in a dark suit.
"Officers, I'd like to take young Ariadne to a place with children gifted just like her." The man said, smiling sadly.