A.N.

Yeah, shouldn't be starting another multichapter but why not!

This is a co-authorisation between myself (Playing Matt) and Deadly Nightshade1395 (Playing Matt)

This is her first ever fanfiction so be generous and leave reviews!

Disclaimer: Mild horror. We do not own Death Note

Mello

It was two AM by the time Rod let me go. Two fucking AM. Never mind that all the good places for food had shut down at midnight except for the places that serve grease in a bun and charge you $11 for the 'pleasure' of eating it. But my stomach was rumbling for something more than chocolate. I shoved my hands in the pockets of the thick bikers jacket that kept the cold from my skin and kicked a rock to the side. Looks like ramen tonight for me.

I went into the shitty restaurant, not bothering to lock up my bike. No one was stupid enough to steal from me, even those who didn't know who I was weren't stupid enough to steal from me. I'm just that awesome. I decided to sit and eat, mainly because this place had heating and my apartment didn't. I didn't exactly want to grab hot food and sit on my couch whilst I could see my breath in the fucking air.

Slowly I ate the steaming bowl of chicken noodles that a young girl placed in front of me, watching the people walking by through the window. There was one in particular who caught my attention. A young boy was examining my bike. Ratty blue jeans hung off his frame and his hood was pulled to cover his face, keeping his head cast low to deter drawing attention to himself. He reached out with his grubby hands, a pair of fingerless gloves grabbing onto my bike's handlebars as he swung his leg over to sit on it.

I growled, this kid had to be high as fuck. That or he was just too stupid to live. Silently I walked out ignoring the owner's yell of 'The fuck you think you're going?! Where the hell is my check?!'. Without hesitation I grabbed the kid by the back of his ratty jumper, throwing him to the ground.

"What do you think you're doing with my bike?" I hissed.

He didn't answer, that pissed me off beyond belief. I gave him a sharp kick in the side, eyes going wide when his hood fell back as he stumbled to the ground. The boy's lips were sewn up in a grotesque smile with a thin black string and there were two hooks through his mouth coated in congealed blood.

"The fuck...?" I whispered crouching in front of him, terror flashed in his eyes as his lips continued to flash me a manic smile. It was then that I noticed the blood pooling underneath him. Judging by the amount, he was bleeding out fast. I surprised myself by reaching out and taken hold of his hand. The skin was soft compared to my own calloused hands, tough from years of hard labour.

I couldn't take him to the hospital. Not with my face plastered everywhere thanks to the police getting a lead. Although it wasn't a photograph, the sketch artist sure went wild. So I couldn't risk it. Instead I just stroked his hand in what I hoped was a comforting manner, my anger of him touching my bike had long since dissipated. Somehow this death was different from all the others I'd witnessed. Eventually the kid went limp, face completely pale. I carefully flipped him over trying to see where he had been bleeding from. A large, badly stitched gash ran from his neck to his lower back. It was deep enough that I could see his spine with the muscle sticking out around it. Without another thought I laid him down next to the restaurant, making sure he would be found. But I couldn't stay. I hopped on my bike and sped home. I would think about this after a good sleep.

I tossed and turned all night, the kid's face haunting my dreams. His sewn lips pulling apart to ask me why I wasn't helping. I nearly jumped out of my skin when my phone vibrated to tell me to wake up. Annoyed I shut it off, tossing it at the wall. It clattered to the ground with an unsatisfying clunk. With a sigh I went to where my laptop sat, I had decided that the kid's death yesterday was just suspicious enough to be looked into (That and I was bored). Hours later I finally stopped. There were plenty of deaths that were identical to the one I'd seen. There was definitely something going on