author's note.xx

This is my first fanfiction that I intend to complete and/or release to the public. Reviews are greatly appreciated, I really haven't had anyone review my work in any way shape or form other than my teachers who are amazed that I have basic literacy skills in the 7th grade. / So I have to write stuff for class, i.e. speeches and other things of no great importance. Please be honest.

Side note: This is from Matt's point of view ;) And this is just the prologue, so it's really short.

P R O L O U G E;

I stared, bored, at the pristine white walls holding me back. My silver Gameboy Advance SP lay, forgotten, at the foot of my full-sized bed with standard-issue white sheets. I sighed. I hate this place…I thought with malice, now glaring at the walls that hadn't changed in the 12 years I had been ensnared in them. I vaguely wished they would fall down, crumble under my intense green-eyed glaze—but who am I kidding? They were always going to be there, taunting me. Teasing me. The outside world is so…out of reach...I thought to myself.

I was lying on my stomach on my bed. My nose almost touched the wall, I was so close. My plain white tee-shirt and jeans were symbols for the lack of freedom I gave myself. Anything different attracted attention, and that was the last thing I wanted here.

I hadn't ever been outside the protection of the hell-hole, Wammy's Institute for Gifted Children, the first of my kind to exist here, being born into it. I was brought to life by a 13 year old girl named Mar, another first—she was raped within the orphanage walls, presumably, and died within them giving birth to her child. I smirked bitterly. Serves the girl right, not getting an abortion when given the opportunity.

I flopped over on my side, snuggling underneath the sheets. It must have been 3 am or later; me, being an insomniac, didn't really ever get to sleep before then, no matter how much I tried. It mainly spurred from fear—one of these days someone will figure out my secret that I really was pretty damn intelligent, not that I let it show. I grimaced. If I let it show and my 15th ranking was elevated, I would pay with my sanity.

That's just what you get when trapped in an orphanage of geniuses, many of them formerly abused or neglected, and usually downright terrified of everything so strange phobias were thrown into the mix. Everyone wanted to be on top; being on top meant a guaranteed a life of wealth as "L". Mind-games and emotional torture were not uncommon here--sometimes it got to the point of physical abuse—even though Wammy's prides itself in being high-security, equipped with cameras, bugs, and the like, although it never really stopped the abuse because no one thought that the geniuses could be violent...I laughed humorously. They tried to scare you out of performing well in classes, trick you into believing you were an idiot with clever illusions, lies...anything to get you to back down from acheiving the life of a wealthy detetective--the life that was up for grabs to around 100 former street rats that were intelligent.

Some people would fucking do anything to be on top. Every last child at Wammy's knew that they would be kicked out at age 18, their mooching days over. Most of them went back to a life on the streets, not knowing how to fend for themselves otherwise. It was sad, really; all of the potential wasted. Mainly though, it was because the main goal at Wammy's was to find L's successor…not give a child a second chance at life. They didn't teach how to survive here...and of course, it was completely secret to outsiders, so basically, no word got out that precious IQ points were being wasted. No one could use the geniuses--recruit them for various jobs. If they did, the world would most likely be a much more advanced place, in all seriousness. And the number of homeless people would drop by a few percents, possibly.

But no. Wammy's didn't care. If your IQ was 140 but you ranked 20th, they could care fucking less.

"Disgusting," I muttered to myself before closing my now-drooping eyes, knowing full well I would just wake up a couple of hours later.

another author's note.xx

I know, I know. It wasn't great, there wasn't much detail. But it was necessary to get a bit of information down before the thing really takes off with more chapters and I start using descriptive paragraphs. This is merely facts and Matt's opinions, as of now. If I get a review today (doubt it, but still) I'll try and do the first chapter today. -bribe- Oh yeah, and Mello's coming soon. I just have to illustrate what life is like as a Wammy child before he comes into play.