Chapter One-

First beginnings.

A tale of both evil and good, the guilty and the innocent, the sane and the crazy. Where the lies get you far, until you trip. And the truth gets you further, if only you don't lie.

This is the story where power destroys the things closest to you, and feeds on the constant reminder of greed and death. A world where justice is served before other things, but above that is the evil it's confronted with.

Here lies the story of a young adult who tries to play the role of god, someone with a face not to be trusted and actions never to be forgotten. The story that is worth everyone's time and attention, it will do more than twist with your emotions.~

He stared, waiting patiently and shaking in the cold frosty wind. He had no idea what his future actions would be, for he was only taking orders.

Someone was waiting for him, he tried to ignore his want for leaving. He had completely turned away his instincts to stay where he was.

He wasn't scared, but he wasn't calm. He was in the situation where a false move could cost him his life, and where a wrong doing could take away all he had worked so hard for.

Look deeply into this person's heart, his own story; and how he got here. What he has done to get to where he is today. Try to understand the importance of him being here at this very moment. For this person is me.

"I'm ready. You can come in, try to escape and I will shoot you."

I walked in to see a tallish man pointing a gun, he was wearing a dull reddish brown short sleaved top, he wore black gloves and had a baggy beaded necklace strung around his neck. He was anorexic, if I was wrong in that factor- he would have been somewhere on the hugely underweight spectrum. He was Japanese, but he was very unusual and bold looking, his skinniness probably played a role in his overall appearance.

I had to be careful on what I would say, I didn't know who this was, and I didn't know what he was like. He was a complete stranger. He was not to be trusted.

"Give me the notebook, and maybe I'll be nice enough to spare your life."

His shoulder length orange hair floated in the wind, and showed me what it had hidden.

"What a big scar you have yourself there, May I ask how you got it?" I straight forwardly said.

The left side of his face had a very big pinkish scar; it covered his entire left side and continued on some parts of his nose. I made no gesture that we were on friendly terms; I kept quiet and held my head up.

"It's no big secret that I have been through a lot to get here, but even for that matter it's really none of your concern." He paused "Don't think you can change the subject, hand me the notebook light yagami. I know you have it."

The wind whistled in my ear, and the moon shone brightly through the cracks of the abandoned shed. In the corner of my eyes I looked for anyone else but us, if it was such a hassle to lead me here, then I simply wonder who else he brought along.

He looked and me, and I looked at him; trying to figure each other out.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I don't have it, I'm not Kira!"

"Ah you know, I'm not one of those people to judge, but it's a dumb idea not to give me what I want Light." He snarled.

He suddenly grabbed a pistol from his pocket and shot a bullet, it was so fast I almost had no time to realise he had pulled it on me. Shocked by the sudden change of field, and the deadly bullet I forgot about, it had just missed the top of my head and straight through the sheds left door, pushing it back and blasting its hinges.

My breath quickened as my mind finally caught on that the bullet could have easily killed me if it were a few inches below where it had been shot. My hands shook a little bit as I tried to contain my fear that death could have overcome me.

Did he mean to miss me when he shot? Or is he a really good shooter and meant only to scare me?

"After all that practicing I had, it would mean nothing if that wasn't on purpose. If you don't give me what I want, next time I'll really kill you."

He chuckled, lowered his gun and walked over to me, his shoes clicked on the hard floor.

"I know you have it, all the evidence leads up to you, and I want to get that notebook before you know who does. I will be L's successor; I won't accept being the second best anymore. I won'"

His eyes met mine and I swear if I knew any better I would say I was scared of him for a moment. What I saw was the type of person who won't muck around when they want something done. What I saw, was a person who was born around a life of death.

"What's your name?" I demanded.

"My name? let's see…my name? I'm afraid that's confidential, there's no reason for you to know that."

He laughed in my face. He walked back to lean on his motorcycle. He grabbed a bar of chocolate and bit into it. The crumbs fell on the floor, and I looked at them to avoid any eye contact with the man.

The fine distance between us seemed closer than it really was, and there was no way of getting out, even if there was; I was too afraid of trying to leave. Even so, I wasn't going to give in to him.

"Actually, I might tell you, you're going to die in my hands anyway." He said, his voice slightly muffled from the chocolate. "The names…."