Ashlee
Imagine you could kill someone just by writing their name on a piece of paper. There would be so many possibilities. I am a paranormal investigator, of sorts. According to the cops, outside world, etc, I am just a detective. But actually, I investigate things that are beyond normal detective work. I am the best in my business. If I sound mellow or formal(*hem hem*) it is just because I am trying to sound that way. Don't trust first impressions. Anyways. You can call me Ashlee. I'm just letting you know though, it's not my real name. If anyone wants to be safe with a Death Note around, they should always use an alias.Alyson
STOLEN MIC! Hi-ya! I'm Alyson Somson! And my dream job is to... uh... (*off stage whispering*) Okay, I was told I wouldn't be judged by what I say here! Only by would I say I did. I wish to- BE A GODDESS! AHAHAHAHA! Criminals, will you all just...Ashlee
Really, Alyson? Really? You HAD to go off on that note... Anyway... (*calls off into the audience*) Does anyone have some sort of food for me to snack on while I begin my long, tiresome, kind of interesting soliloquy about why I should get into heaven? Drepa, the one that I was investigating, ended up being the person closest to my heart! Deceit! That is the worst crime of them all!Alyson
Drepa... No ones called me that in a while... I took over your name... Heh heh... Sorry about that by the way...Ashlee
Well, I think in order for the endless panel of judges to properly judge you on your crimes-I MEAN both of us on our actions- we should start from the beginning.Alyson
Oh.. It's my turn, huh? Ahem."Alyson Somson?"
"Here!" I sighed as I glared out the window. Today was just like yesterday... And the day before that... and the day before that. People lived through their lives, through the motions. Day after day. The only way to change that motion was to do something vile. Something no one would forgive you for. But then, you would be sent to prison, where you discovered a new system, and worked on that one for a while. The motions were everywhere. And they controlled everything.
Was the only true way out death?
"Hey Alyson?" I blinked and looked over to Chad whom gave me a warm smile. "Do you want to eat lunch together?" My gaze fell to his lunchbox and I gave him a grin.
"Of course Chad! When don't we?"
We went to the roof and ate with two other freshmen. Their names I couldn't seem to remember no matter how hard I tried. Then the bell rung and Chad walked me to my class.
The entire class sat there, as the teacher droned on and on about Algebraic equations.
As the bell rang for the last time that day, I gazed out the window for a second longer before getting my backpack in order. I threw another glance at the thin layer of clouds, hoping for rain, and that's when I saw it.
A black book, falling from the sky.
Curiosity overcame me as I skipped outside to examine the book. Picking it up, I wondered where it had come from. Looking around no one else seemed to notice as I stood there awkwardly. Looking back to the book I noticed something unusual. On the cover read the words: Death Note.
'As in a Notebook of Death?' I thought as I opened it to examine the odd black book further.
How to use it:
The human whose name is written in this notebook shall die...?
I sighed and placed the notebook back on the ground. There was no way it was real. It was pretty twisted too. It wasn't all that different from one of those text messages or emails that you have to sent to five people. 'The human whose name was written in this notebook shall die'? Seriously?I ended up taking the book with me, walking all the way home, and sitting down at my desk. I must have been crazy for even taking it with me.
This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his or her name. Therefore people sharing the same name will not be affected.
If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.
If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.
After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.
"So it really depends on how cruel you want to be to a certain person." I sighed and closed the book. Getting up, I walked over to my bed and sat down to look at the sunset that lit my room. My gaze shifted to the ceiling as I laid down on my back. It was pretty well written for a prank, I had to give them that.My mind raced as I lounged there on my bed. Ideas came and went at a hundred miles an hour. So the person whose name I wrote in that notebook... would die? It was highly unlikely. In fact it was insane.
In the end, my curiosity won and I was sitting at the desk again with a pen in hand and the notebook open to a clean page.
But I couldn't bring myself to write it. What if it did work, and I killed someone? Would that make me a criminal? Yeah right, like it actually worked.
I turned my gaze over to the TV where some guy was holding an old folks home hostage.
"The police have now identified the man as 36 year old John Vegisa, whom had attacked 3 people in the downtown area just yesterday."
I turned to the DeathNote and wrote as clearly as possible: John Vegisa, then glanced at the alarm clock beside my bed. If he died in 40 seconds then... No, it wasn't possible. I sat back and glared at the TV screen as it continued to play.
"You can only feel concerned for the hostages right Jane?"
"Of course. We will continue monitoring things from here."
The screen flicked back to the news anchor who began talking about the current situation with his co-host. I glanced at my clock again. Forty seconds had passed and not a single death. So it turned out it was a fake after all? I smirked at myself for being dumb enough to fall for the joke. Spinning around in the chair, I rose and picked up the remote to turn off the TV. But that's when I heard:
"Wait! We are now getting live footage of movement at the entrance!" I paused and started at the TV in disbelief.
"The hostages are coming out! And they all seem to be unharmed!" There was no way that was really happening. The police began to move, on screen, towards the building.
"The suspect has been confirmed dead!" I gasped as my heart stopped in that moment. Dead?
"...according to statements from the hostages, they say he clutched his chest and just collapsed!" A heart attack? No way. It was rigged. This had to have been rigged, set up... by someone! Everyone! There was no way it was really true! I stood there with my mouth open in silence.
"Ally!" A chill went down my spine as my father called out my name. "Don't you have Prep Class tonight?"
"Uh... Yes. Be right down Dad!" I yelped as I quickly got my things together. Of course, I piled the Death Note in with everything else.
As I sat down for my nightly class, I pondered. Could that hostage situation have been a fluke? I needed to test it out again just to be sure. But who would I test it on? I needed results right then, not a couple hours later when they had found the body. Maybe another petty criminal? I noticed a boy named Gerald, his cocky smile and dangerous eyes. He sat down on the table in front of me, with his lacky, and demanded money from the poor boy whom always sat before me in this class. Should I kill him? Certainly no one would miss him. I frowned as the boy gave up his money to the elder. Gerald just laughed and high-fived his friend, remarking on how they were going to the amusement park that had come into town last week.
No, I couldn't test it out on Gerald, he was too close to me, too involved in my life. Even though I hardly knew him, I couldn't be too careful. I didn't need any cops banging at my bedroom door. Besides, it's not like it actually worked.
After class, I stalked the streets in search of another victim. My mind wandered as I did. How much would the world change if the criminals all disappeared?
At one point, I stopped at a gas station to see a group of thugs surrounding a defenseless woman. I heard one of them mention the leader's name as Billy. The creep introduced himself to her as she tried to back away. Billy Friskins huh? A pervert like him deserved some punishment right?
I walked into the convenient store, keeping an eye on the group as I found a magazine section that faced them. I was rereading the Death Note rules again, when she screamed out in terror. Quickly, I wrote:
Billy Friskins: Car accident after girl breaks free.
Then I watched. It seemed to happen in slow motion... Taking hours to get to it's climax. The girl struggled, the guy tightened his hold. The girl screamed, the guy covered her mouth. As another member of his team began undressing her, Billy loosened his grasp, unintentionally. The girl, noticing his hold loose, jabbed the Billy with her elbow where it hurts then made a run for it. He quickly followed after and, was then hit by a moving vehicle. My eyes widened as I looked down to the Death Note. It was... real? The Death Note was genuine? I stood there dumbfounded as I listened to the screams of dead Billy's troopies.The only thing I could think to do was: Run.
I fled the gas station and down a couple streets before my feet gave way and I tripped on an unknown object. Falling into an alleyway, my arms flailed pathetically to catch myself. I ended up sobbing on the ground, with a bloody nose from my fall. I had killed, not just one, but two people! My breath came in thick heavy sobs, tears streamed down my face in a flood, as if to flee my now un-pure soul.
I had killed two men! I was one of the criminals!
But wait, those two weren't men, they were criminals who were tormenting the weak. And I had saved those weak people. A realization came over me, making my entire body relax. My nerves cooled and a grin spread on my face. I turned onto my back to get the DeathNote out of my bag. Holding it above me, I read the rules again and again. I could take out the bad, making more room for the good. Just by writing their name. Perhaps this wasn't such a bad thing after all. I could save millions by just eliminating a couple hundreds!
My mind had cleared; the fog had finally been lifted. And I saw my future for the first time.
About five days past after getting the notebook, and I had just unlocked the door to my house.
"Ally! Welcome home!" I was greeted by my father whom was in the living room watching TV with my five year old younger brother.
"Hey Dad!" Said with a smile as I walked over to them. He turned his head away from the football game to look at me. He held up a bag of Lays potato chips. Not my favorite but what the heck? I took a couple and snacked on them in my hand as we talked.
"How did you do?" He asked expectantly. I rolled my eyes as I stuffed another chip in my mouth.
"Best in my school...again." I sighed, pulling out my report card and giving it to him. He took it, glanced at the score with a huge grin, then handed it to Joseph who then put it on the fridge. My dad turned to me, and gave me a knuckle sandwich.
"My daughter is so smart! She'll pass any test you throw at her!"
"Okay, well, I'm going to go study." I said looking for a way to get upstairs. He frowned.
"Aw come on! You work too hard!" He said as I walked up the stairs. He followed to see me go up.
"Don't you dare disturb me!" I called to him with a wink from the top of the stairs. He rolled his eyes and went back to his game. I closed the door and locked it, testing the handle, I threw my backpack onto my bed. After all, I didn't want them to walk in on this.
Pulling out the Death Note I sat down at the desk and opened it up. The pages were filled with names among names. And no one suspected me at all. I struggled to keep my laughter quiet as I analyzed the pages before me. My dream was coming true, and nothing could ruin it. At least that's what I thought.
"Seems you like my... Gift." A feminine voice made my blood turn cold. I whipped my head to see the culprit of such a noise. The noise that made my skin crawl and my logic scream: Run! And there, standing in my room, was a demon.
I shrieked and fell back, knocking the chair over, along with myself. I ended up on the floor facing the creature. My breath came in heavy gasps as I came to my senses.
"No need to act so idiotic." It said with venom in its every word, "I am the Shinigami Shashi, and I was the owner of that notebook." She gestured vaguely to the notebook in my hand. "You didn't really think that was an ordinary notebook, did you? "