The Strange Book.
(Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. The characters in this story however, will be either real people from my life, or characters I make up. This is the story of me and my friend Jon finding a Death Note, and using it for our own justice. Hope you enjoy it.)
"If your hate was electricity, you could light up the whole world." –Nikola Tesla.
Jake's POV
"Well that was another hour of my life well wasted." Jon complained, referring to the sermon they had just sat through in church.
"Stop complaining about it so much, I know how you feel but it's not like there is anything that can be done to change it. When you are living on your own you can skip church all you want." I told him, walking to the back of the building where my Isuzu stick-shift was parked. We were planning on him coming over to hang out, record a video, or just play Xbox like most visits.
"Let's be honest, when I'm living on my own I'll always be at your place on Sundays to eat your food." He replied, stating the obvious that even I knew would turn out to be true.
"What should we do when we get to my place?"
"Maybe record a video; we need to update our channel as often as possible. Hey what's this?" He asked, stopping near my truck at the passenger side, pointing to the ground. I walked over, looking for what he was pointing at. It wasn't long till I saw it, but by then Jon had realized exactly what it was.
"Dude! When did you get a Death Note?" He asked, excitedly picking the book up.
"I didn't! Someone must have dropped it." I said. We both were big fans of the Death Note anime, often referring to me as L and Jon as Light. You can imagine how envious I was of whoever had bought this from wherever they had bought it, and how unbelievable it was that they had just dropped it on the ground without realizing it.
"You mean, like a Shinigami?" Jon asked, a sly grin on his face.
"Come on, you know that can't be true."
"No, it is. This is a real Death Note, I know it is." He insisted.
"Jon, that's just an anime, look I'll show you, the bar code is probably on the back somewhere." I said, taking it from his hands and turning it over. I was still expecting to see a bar code when a rough, deep voice spoke to me.
"Oh, it's real alright."
I jumped, looking up to see a big creature, big black wings like that off a bat, red eyes, white skin, black hair swept down to the back of its head, and it wore a black tank top and black jeans with a chain that crossed it's chest and wrapped around it's body diagonally. Its teeth were yellowish, large, and razor sharp. Not to mention it had muscular legs and arms, with claws extending from its hands.
I looked over to Jon, who apparently had already gotten past the shock enough to smile at me and say "Told you it was real."
Jon's POV
I looked ahead of me, seeing the large, menacing Shinigami that stood next to Jake's truck. This seemed like an amazing dream come true, me and Jake were in possession of a real life Death Note.
"I see you boys found my little gift." The Shinigami spoke to us, rising to sit on the bed of the white truck. It crossed its arms as it did so, and the truck shifted its weight.
"Why did you drop it in front of my truck?" Jake asked, clearly demanding an explanation for what was going on.
"Oh come on, I know you two aren't near as innocent as one might think. Jon, you've been waiting for the day you had this kind of power given to you, haven't you?" The Shinigami replied.
"More than you think." I said, chuckling a bit as I thought about all the times I would have used a Death Note if it had been available to me.
"And Jake, be honest with yourself. You've wanted the power to take people's lives at will since what happened with…her. Four years ago and you still would spill blood to avenge both you and the girl to bring yourself to peace." He said, looking at my best friend with knowing eyes.
I had no idea what he was talking about, but I could tell whatever it was had been enough to knock the wind right out of him. He looked completely demolished, wrecked. It was like some angry spirit that had always been deep down was tearing its way to the surface from the pit of hell.
"How…did you…know?" He asked, teeth and fists clenched in anger.
"I've seen a lot of things, Jacob." The Shinigami laughed. Jake hated that name, and normally would punch somebody just for mentioning it. Of course he knew better than to try it with a god of death.
"My name is Quinji. And I am here to grant you two the one wish you have always wanted: Power. You can now deal justice as you see fit. No more having to sit and take it, you are the most powerful people you know. I'll be checking in on you two. Enjoy." He chuckled, taking off into the air and flying away.
Silence was thick between me and Jake. Whatever was on Jake's mind, it was powerful, because he was still shaken. I began wondering if showing him the Death Note had been a mistake. I let him process his thoughts and be the first to speak.
"So um… I don't know about that video idea anymore. I think we got bigger things on our hands." He said, holding the note up with a slight grin.
"You think?"