AN: Hey Guys! I have been MIA for awhile but I am back and hopefully with the finished story. I already have most of the chapters fleshed out but the final chapter and epilogue are done :) I restarted this story from scratch so please stay with me until the end! I have given it a facelift!
Forgive any Mistakes
Disclaimer: I own nothing….but my OC
Prologue: Power
I'm living in the 21st century doin' something mean to it
Do it better then anybody you ever seen do it
Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it
I guess every superhero need his theme music
No one man should have all that power
The clocks tickin' I just count the hours
Stop trippin' I'm tripping off the power
(21st century Schizoid Man)
~Kanye West (Power)
It always begins with a white light.
A jolt through my body and the sensation of being hit at the base of my head with a blunt object. My eyes flutter close, lashes brushing cheek and then I fall into darkness.
I open my eyes and a meaty hand comes over my head raking its bulbous fingers through a thinning cut of hair. I can feel the extra weight around my stomach, a belt cutting into the folds of my now pale skin pocked with the red scars of long ago acne. I feel my other hand tremble as it raises the all too familiar weight of a gun.
Sound? There is none, but the frightened man in front of begs for mercy. "Please!" He screams. But I can't hear him.
I can smell my own sweat mix with the smell of urine and something else I don't want to think about. He is scared. My finger on the trigger slowly pulls back and the sound comes crashing down around.
BANG!
The man before me caves in on himself and I know he is dead, the sounds that were once absent now clear in my ears; the whoosh of waves on a pier and the call of a lonely seagull. I can smell the salt as it brushes into the hair now on my lip and then moves up the tunnel of my nose. It's dark and no one can see me, probably no one around. How fortunate I think.
Then I do something that will ultimately seal my fate.
I smile.
I lose the connection and am plunged from this murderer's body into pitch black. When I come to it's the pounding in my head that begs for attention first. I raise my head from the desk and unfold my arms. I had fallen asleep, or did I?
If the "dream" had been any clue then I would be getting a call right about "Now." I whispered as my phone went off, Debussy's Clair De Lune reaching its climax as I un-tucked my legs from beneath me and sauntered over to the unmade bed. I clicked the answer button and held the phone to my ear, a scratchy voice running a mile a minute. Listening halfheartedly, I trudged over to my dresser and pulled out some black jeans and a vintage sweatshirt with the picture of a pink pig with wings and the words Heavenly Ham printed on the top in gold letters.
The voice finally stopped for air and silence hung on the line between us. I took a quick breath and huffed my answer in a lower octave then what I'm used to.
"I know." Was my only comment as the voice on the other end of the line sighed.
"I should've figured." The voice paused, hesitant, then continued. "The chief asked if you would be at the scene of the crime. It's a dumpster behind Krono Pool hall, the body's been there for more than 48 hours and we suspect he was killed sometime at night, since the place is teeming with people in the daytime." He finished.
I smiled to myself. "Not today. I'm going on a little trip to the docks." I answered in an even more masculine voice, moving to the vanity and throwing on my signature black wig, making sure no silver hair was left un-tucked, the ebony hair tumbling over one shoulder in a thick braid. I pulled on my shades in the already dark room covering dark brown eyes.
The same voice interrupted me again. "How do we know you are who you say you are? We haven't seen you in the three years we've been working together. I know chief doesn't care as long as justice is served but…" he left the sentence hanging as a sign of uncertainty.
"If you want to see me, then come find me." I quickly countered. "I'll be in touch"" And with that I hung up the phone slinging my backpack over my shoulder.
Time to get to work….and with that I was gone.
Meanwhile…..
He had been sitting in class bored as usual when something black fell from the sky. He had been watching it as time slowly passed by, a black square on gray concrete. When the bell had rung he had been one of the first people outside, he picked up the black book and slipped it into his bag.
When he was finally at home, alone in his room he took the black note out examining it coming back to the two words on the cover.
"Death Note." He whispered. Then he opened the book.
And so it began….