Okay, this is my second fanfic. ever (I'm still working on TLA) but I thought this would be interesting.

Disclaimer: I cannot eat my own left foot!

The guard felt extremely uneasy. You'd think he wouldn't be so nervous after all, there were four other guards in the back of the hover-van with him and they all had their stun guns set to 'damn near lethal'. But this guard, let's call him Mark, was feeling extremely uneasy none the less. Then again, think of what they were guarding.

Eh? Oh that's right. You, dear reader, don't know what is being transported, or where for that matter. Well let me tell you.

The cargo was a young girl; she wasn't more than 17 years of age. Her name was Adrianna which if I remember correctly means 'dark'. This name fitted her perfectly, what with her hair as black as an endless abyss and her nearly black-brown eyes. Her skin was a beautiful bronze, which she gained from countless hours spent being out in the merciless sun.

Now as the where Adrianna was being transported to. It was the maximum security inter-dimensional prison known simply as: Hades.

Hum? Why, you ask? The reason behind her situation is that Adrianna was tried and found guilty on one hundred counts of murder in multiple realities.

Let's now go back to Mark. He was sitting across from Adrianna while there was one guard on each side of her. Two other guards sat with their back against the sheet of metal separating them from the cabin of the van. Mark shifted a bit on the bench as he watched the girl before him. She was completely still, barely showing signs of life. Adrianna was wearing dull gray, baggy prison clothes with plastic pumpkin orange slip on sandals. Her hands were cuffed behind her and attached to a bar that was behind the bench she sat on. Her feet were shackled with enough chain length to barely walk with a bit of a stumble.

Adrianna's body was slack, leaning towards Mark somewhat. Her hair, Mark observed, was long enough to reach the small of her back and was tangled and unruly. It's not like she had the equipment necessary to wash and brush her hair where we found her. Mark thought, frowning at the girl. Adrianna's face was hidden behind a veil of hair that had fallen there. She appeared to be asleep but Mark wasn't entirely sure of that. Every time the hover-van swerved her face would be uncovered.

And reveal her dull, dead-looking eyes.

That's what unnerved Mark and made him feel uneasy. When they first found her in the forests of Canada, she acted like a wild animal. She kicked and scratched. Bit and tried to claw the eyes out of anyone who got too close. Adrianna had been hiding for three months before she was finally caught.

But why? Mark thought. Why did she kill all those people?

That was a question no one had the answer to.

The hover-van landed a few hours later in the prison's landing area. It was just a field of dirt. As Adrianna stepped out of the vehicle she looked to the sky and saw nothing but steely gray clouds stretching as far as the eye could see. When she brought her gaze downward she saw it.

Hades

The prison was massive, and from the look of it, could hold a planet's population. The walls were as gray as the clouds. There was a security tower every ten feet. On closer inspection, Adrianna could see that the walls were perfectly smooth. It would be impossible to scale up one. The prison's appearance seemed to give off a message.

'Abandon All Hope; Ye Who Enter.'

"Move." Ordered one of the guards. Adrianna followed her escort through the monstrous front gates.

The Warden of Hades stood in front of the large window in his office. He watched as the newest resident was brought within the walls. He was actually rather young for someone in his job position. The Warden was in his early twenties. He stood in a slouched way, as if he were going to take off running at any moment. His hair was black with the slightest tint of blue. The Warden's eyes were black as well, the dark color under his eyes giving them a panda-like appearance. He wore a wrinkled, white long sleeved shirt and blue jeans. At the moment his pale feet were bare.

Walking over to his desk, the Warden scratched his right foot with his left. He reached for the bowl containing a large quantity of sugar cubes. Grabbing a handful, he then dropped them one by one into his steaming hot coffee. While stirring idly he looked around his office. The door was made of solid titanium for security purposes. The walls were a muted brown color and the carpet was the color cream. His desk was place in front of the window. There were three metal filing cabinets side by side against the wall near the door. If you were looking at the door, to your left would be a wall covered with pictures and newspaper clippings. There was a coat rack and a wooden table against the opposite wall.

The Warden's eyes focused on one certain picture on the wall. In it were two people sitting across a table from one another. There was a chessboard on the table. The Warden himself was one of the two people in the picture. He was sitting in the chair in somewhat of a squatting position with his knees up to his chin. He had a thumb pressed lightly against his lips in deep thought. The person across from him was sitting upright and was picking up one of his rooks. This young man had light brown hair and eyes the color of melted caramel. This picture was taken three days before that day.

Three days before the Warden was murdered.

The Warden's name was Lawliet, though when he was alive no one knew that. They simply knew him as L; the world's greatest detective.

Before he was murdered.

Before Kira convinced the shinigami, Rem, to write L's name down in the Death Note.

L glared at the memory. Glared at the man in the picture.

His name was Light Yagami

He was Kira.

L turned away from the wall and picked up his coffee, which by now was luke warm. He turned and looked out the window. He saw the newcomer following the armed escort. Her head was bent towards the ground. In fact, her whole body was bent over, as if she wasn't used to walking on two legs. She was being taken to L's office and would probably be there in twenty minutes. After all, his office was on the twenty-fifth floor of the tower that rose from the center of the prison.

On L's desk laid the manila folder that contained the girl's entire life story up to this point. L knew when she was born; what schools she had attended; where she went shopping; why she hated oatmeal. He knew everything there was to know about Adrianna Beverly Jones; except one thing.

Why she killed all those people.

Pondering this question, he took as sip of his now cold coffee and frowned at the taste.

Needs more sugar. Was his only complaint. As he piled more sugar cubes into his drink the door opened, revealing Adrianna and the five guards. Adrianna lifted her head and peered at L with her dark black-brown eyes, black hair in wild disarray, giving her a somewhat frightening appearance.

Chances she really did it…85%.

Light Yagami watched one of the torches as it flickered on the wall. Unlike his body, Light's mind was not in the dungeon-like room with ten other people. He ignored his surroundings, completely lost in thought. All Light wanted to do was get the meeting over with and go to bed.

Light jerked back to reality and ducked as a screaming Mikami was thrown across the room by Chase Young. Mikami landed on top of Light, causing him to fall out of his folding chair. Light let out an annoyed growl as he laid there sprawled on the cold stone floor. Mikami scramble up and bowed to Light.

"Gomenasai, Kami-sama!" Mikami squeaked in a terrified voice. Light stood up and he would have given Chase a few choice words, but saw that the immortal was already arguing with Medusa and Envy.

This was supposed to be a civilized gathering to discuss plans for escaping Hades. But so far…

"It's like a drunken bar-room brawl." Stated Lelouch Lamperough in disbelief. The scene before him was total chaos. Lust had just dodged Creed's attack. Medusa was shooting vector arrows at Envy and Chase. The Riddler was trying to stop Gluttony from gnawing on his leg. As a matter of fact, there were only four people out of the eleven who weren't fighting at the moment.

Itachi Uchiha watched the others fight, showing no emotion as he stood against the wall. The reason he was here was to simply observe. If these fools refused to stop their bickering, then he would walk away. He was already planning a way to escape just by himself Itachi had been wondering if there were any holes in his plan, so by meeting with these people he had thought that maybe one of them could see a flaw where he could not. By now though, he doubted that.

"Enough!" Boomed Light. Everyone froze and turned to face him. "We will get nothing finished if you god-damn stupid fuckers don't calm your shit and play nice!" he exploded, sick of the foolishness of his would-be comrades.

"Why should we listen to you?" the Riddler sneered. Light gave him a look so dark the villains could almost see his hair and eyes flicker Kira red.

"This meeting was my idea, so if there's anyone who doesn't want to cooperate; they can leave." Light said the last word with venom. There was silence. No one left. Light smirked at this. "Good, now we may finally begin." He snapped his fingers. Mikami darted to the far side of the room and grabbed a cardboard box. He opened it and began pulling our folders, handing one to each of the criminals.

"What's this?" Chase asked, scowling at the tan folder in his hand. The others were equally confused. Mikami handed the final folder to his master and then stood dutifully at Light's side.

"Right now each of you has a folder. If you'd open them you will see-."

"These are security files." Medusa interrupted. There was a flash of anger and annoyance in Light's eyes. He did not appreciate being interrupted.

"Yes. In all of these security files are instances where convicts had tried to escape. Now-." Once again he was interrupted.

"So what? All of the escapes failed; why the fuck should we give a damn?" Envy cut in. Light glared at him, not speaking. There was a frigid silence as Envy became very uncomfortable under Light's hateful gaze. "Sorry, please continue." He said, looking down at the floor in submission. Light could be scary when he wanted to.

"Thank you." Light said coldly. He returned his attention to the rest. "In order to surpass those before us, we must learn from their mistakes. 'If you don't learn history, you are doomed to repeat it.' Now, what I want each of you to do is study these files. When we meet next we will discuss them and after that we will formulate a plan from there." Light gave them his trademark smirk. "Now are there any questions? No? Good!"

The office was clouded with cigar smoke. A window was open to the cool night, allowing some of the smoke to escape. The office was obviously that of a high up executive. A president of a major corporation to be exact. It was on the top level of a fifty floor office building. Looking out the large windows, it would make you feel as if you controlled the entire world.

The man whose office this was basically did own the world.

The office had the finest maroon colored carpet money could buy. The desk, as well as the book cases and other assorted wooden furnishings were made of mahogany. The book cases, all six of them, were completely filled. There were books on law, on psychology, on economics, business, and things of that nature. The book cases took up all the wall space in the office.

The desk was neat and organized to the point of near perfection. The inbox/outbox baskets on the desk were organized. The cup in the upper left corner had six perfectly sharpened pencils and six black pens. There was a laptop on the desk. The light from the screen was the only thing eliminating the room.

The man sat in his black leather desk chair, staring at the screen but not truly seeing it. His hazel eyes somewhat glazed over. He combed his fingers through his full, but steely gray hair.

This man wore a fashionable navy blue suit, with an olive green tie. He had pristine white socks and midnight black shoes on his feet.

It was too easy. He thought. Surely they would've needed more evidence, or perhaps an actual motive? He shook his head. No matter, at least my main obstacle is finally out of my way…A smirk slipped on to his face.

That's right; Adrianna was long gone. And with the last person who could stop him locked up far away, Justin Darks could go on with his plans.

Getting rid of her was far easier than Justin had thought it would be. After both her parents were killed in a hotel bombing abroad, he thought she would fight to become head of the company. Instead she simply fought against Justin taking over. In fact, she had begged the board of directors to fire Mr. Darks. How that filled him with rage, even thinking about it now. How are that girl say he was unfit to take over the company! She had told the board to pick anyone but him! Adrianna didn't even want to become president of the company when she grew older! The nerve of her!

Justin had to pause for a moment to calm himself down and regulate his now jagged breath. Every time he thought of her he was angered.

But that didn't matter now; she wouldn't be able to interfere ever again. She would be in the prison for the rest of eternity, along with all that scum.

Once again a cruel smirk appeared on Justin Darks' lips. He focused on all the horrible things that could happen to the young woman in that hell-hole. He wished he had taped her reaction when the jury found her guilty and the judge had sentenced her to death and a permanent cell in Hades.

For in order to go to Hades or even to work there, a person must be dead. Only the worst criminals were sentenced to Hades. You had to have done something truly evil to earn a spot in Hades.

Justin chuckled to himself. He has fooled them all and had convinced them that an innocent girl murdered so many people. No one could stop him now.