All I Wanted
A/N: Alas, yes, my first ever Death Note fanfic just happens to feature an OC. Don't like it? Go away. The title is courtesy of Paramore, off their latest album, "Brand New Eyes". The prologue is short because I just wanted to give you an idea.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Death Note, nor its wonderful characters. I own Angie, her mom, and any other future OCs that may pop up.
Prologue
It was such a huge place. That was the thing I remember most about it the first time I saw it. My eyes widened as my head craned up toward the sky, trying desperately to see the roof. It was tough; I could barely see over the top of the gate, even on the tips of my toes. I clutched one of the cast-iron bars with a tiny hand, surprised by how cold it was to the touch. It was then that my head snapped back down, a faint sound coming from beyond those bars. Children…it was other children playing! My lips formed into a giant grin as excitement flicked alive in my chest. It was distant, probably on the other side of the building. I wanted terribly to reach my arm through the bars of the iron gate and shout, as if maybe that would do anything, that someone would hear me.
It was then I saw a small child out of the corner of my eye, perhaps a bit older than myself, perhaps not; I was tinier than most my age. They sat, curled up under a large tree several feet away, shadowed by the large branches for the most part. I couldn't really tell much about them, although…they were looking directly at me. I couldn't really tell visually, but I felt their eyes on me the entire time I stood there. I raised the hand that was still at my side and waved shyly at the shadow. "Hel-"
"Angie! Come along!" my mother's voice called out from a few feet away. My head snapped to the right, toward the gate entrance where she stood with an older, graying man. I turned for a moment back to the tree and the shadow, where it still sat, it's stare still on me - at least that's how I felt at the time. A bit frightened, I huffed and let go of the iron bar, running toward my mother and the man.
"Mom! Something was staring me!" I whined in my high-pitched, squeaky voice, grabbing her hand and clinging to her side.
She let out an airy laugh, and glanced down at me in amusement. "What do you mean?"
I pointed dramatically over to the tree where the figure still sat, not quite knowing how to describe it. It was then that the older man gave a quiet laugh of his own.
"Ah, I see," he mused more to himself than us.
My eyes like saucers, I looked up at the man, still slightly afraid. "Is it a monster?"
I had not realized how loud my voice was but out of my peripheral vision I saw the shadow move out of sight. The man gave me a soft smile and knelt down to meet me eye to eye. "Of course not, my dear. There are no monsters here."
Not entirely sure still, I clung for dear life to my mother. Whatever it was, it certainly was strange and I wasn't quite ready to believe this man. It was then that all doubt disappeared for a moment as he pulled out a bright red lollipop wrapped in cellophane. He held it out to me and all fear vanished from my face, only to be replaced with a wide grin as my hand immediately let go of my mom and went for the candy. A few words were exchanged during my fascination with the lollipop as I stuck it in my mouth. My mother tapped me on my shoulder causing me to look up at her expectant look. "What do you say?"
I moved my gaze back to the old man and smiled brightly, candy still in my mouth. "Thank you, Mister!"
My mother sighed and the man laughed again. "Wammy, dear." He patted my head with another smile on his face. "Your welcome." He stood up again and held out his hand. "And welcome to Winchester."
My mom smiled graciously and shook the man…Wammy's hand. "Thank you."
A moment later, we had began walking away, back to our new home. I looked back, through the gate, trying desperately to find the shadow, but to no avail. My eyebrows furrowed but my attention soon averted; I was only a child after all. It was a short walk to our new flat, a small moving truck still parked outside in the drive way. I smiled a very innocent smile, completely unaware of the trials and true monsters that I would one day be forced to face.