Death Note: A new beginning
A young boy was walking down a street, his school bag slung over his shoulder, open just enough for a small writing book to fall out. He looked around him constantly, for the area he was in was known to be dangerous at night. He checked his watch, hoping it wasn't too late on. Damn! It's nearly 11pm! I had better hurry up, before I get caught up in anything, he thought to himself. He had broke into a slight run, when he happened to look back and saw a note book on the ground. He presumed it was his, as it wasn't there when he had walked past that spot a second ago, Crap! My bag was open, that must be mine! He walked over to it and tossed it in his bag and zipped it up. He heard drunken shouts in the not so far distance and broke into a fast run to avoid whoever was coming. He sped round a corner and spotted his house. He walked calmly into it, as to not show signs that he had been running. It was the weekend, so his mum didn't mind him being out so late. (The reason he had his bag with him was because he was at a friend's house and stayed overnight.)
He went up to his room, thinking to himself about the anime he used to love to watch, called Death Note, which unfortunately had ended after thirty seven episodes. He turned on the television, and saw that the news was on. Realising that it would be the most interesting thing on, he decided to watch it. A picture of a middle aged man appeared with a caption under him which read, " Holding 4 hostages!" it also said the man's name. Strike, which was what the boy was called, pulled out the note book he believed he had dropped and looked at the cover. His eyes widened, for on the front, it said the words Death Note. He flipped it open, a feeling of both excitement and dread rushing through him. As he expected, the rules were written on the inside of the front cover. He flipped to the back cover, and saw that the thirteen day fake rule wasn't there. He was hoping it wasn't, for he knew that if it was there, it was just one of those fake Death Notes, that you could buy over Amazon, that would be shipped over from Japan. He subconsciously flipped open the first page and looked at the television. The name and face was still up. He found himself staring with hate and disgust at the man. This world is decaying and needs someone to cleanse it. The thoughts so like Light's ran through his mind. He scribbled the name down with a speed and neatness he didn't know he had. He looked up at the TV screen and saw that there was progress in the rescuing of the hostages. It turned out that the man had died of a heart attack. The fifteen year old boy gasped in shock and horror, before a cheeky grin appeared on his face. He would be the one to help this world, the one to destroy the fear innocent people felt, and put it into the hearts of the evil, such as terrorists, murderers and others. I won't make the same mistakes as Light in the anime, I will watch every episode in detail, seeing where Light went wrong. The thoughts made a foothold for themselves in Strike's mind. He knew this was the real thing, that he could make a difference. He would not use Light's style, but he would use some, and adapt them to his own preference. Yet, as he thought all these things, a voice in the back of Strike's head asked him if this was the right thing to do, before all the other thought came crashing on top of it. He planned to be the best. A defender who was looked up to, even at his young age. I guess that is enough for one night, the fifteen year old thought to himself after writing down twenty more names. He turned off his light and went to bed, dreaming of a world without worry, a world that he would protect….
The End…..Or is it?
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This was originally going to be a one shot, but if enough of you like it and review it, I will make a second chapter.