"How many damn body guards does one woman need?" I say to myself, as I pull my car to a stop. There were cars in front of me, preventing me from driving any further. Turning, I see the two cars that had been chasing me pull up. I'm surrounded. Cut off. Cornered. No where to run.
I sit there for a second and take a drag from my cigarette, contemplating my next course of action. Do I really have much of a choice here?
Looking up again, I see the men have gotten out of their cars. They pulled out their guns. Every single one was aimed at me. No good in running.
No matter. I can easily get out of this situation in tact. Some may believe I'm cocky, but it's just fact. If they want to know where she is, they'll definitely want to talk to me.
So I slowly open the car door, and get out, hands raised above my head. Mello surely had Takada by now, but it was still necessary for me to buy him some time. That was exactly my plan.
"Come on, give me a break. Since when were the Japanese allowed to carry around such big guns?" I say to them. None of them move or say anything. I have them where I want them.
A small smirk plays at my lips, "You got me, I'm part of this whole kidnapping incident…" and then, "That means you'll have a lot of questions to ask."
Still, none of them move. Their guns remain trained on me, they follow my every move.
"You won't shoot!" I dare boast, but as the last word escapes my lips, I find I miscalculated. I was fatally wrong.
Time slows to a hazy drag, like molasses dripping. I hear every last gun go off, some multiple times. My face expresses shock, but none of them would have had time to notice.
So this is how it ends, I think to myself. I see every individual bullet closing in on me, but there's no use. My movements are just as slow as the bullets. There's no way I can escape.
It's weird, knowing you're about to die. I've never thought about it. I always thought I could outwit death, that it could never happen to me.
Of course, I know that I couldn't live forever. Nobody can. Not even Kira.
And you know how they say your life flashes before your eyes? There was nothing. What did I even do?
Oh. Right. This whole Kira case. My intention was to buy time, and though time seems to be dragging on endlessly, no more than a few seconds could have passed. I hope things are going according to Mello's plan. Heh, I guess I played a big part in that.
Even if the price is death.
The bullets inch closer and closer to me, and my surprised expression turns into a bittersweet smile.
As long as Kira gets captured, I can die happy. My death will not have been fruitless. I had a purpose.
The closer the bullets get, the faster they move, they are regaining their original speed.
It's over.
The bullets pierce my body, one by one, everywhere. Thank God it wasn't as drawn out as it's approach. It was over soon enough, and my body fell, slumped against the car. My cigarette falls out of my mouth, landing on my vest and extinguishing itself.
One of the cops says something, but who knows what? I don't.
I was already dead.