I was a bit nervous about posting this one. It's my first Death Note fic and I wanted it to be worthy of its fandom.
Hopefully you guys enjoy! :)
Light continued to half stumble, half run down the deserted street. Clutching his arm in pain, he gritted his teeth. Somewhere in the back of his mind was the melancholy thought; He was going to die.
Trying to control his anger, he ignored the betraying voices in his head. Instead he focused on the angry, hateful voices in his mind.
Damn L.
Damn Near.
He could've done it. For the whole world. Couldn't anyone see that he was trying to clean the world of all its filth and lies? They were just stupid and jealous that he had all that power.
Had.
He had the power.
Past tense.
He could not stop all his bitter thoughts. A tinge of hope rose up again. He wouldn't die. He was God. Still stumbling, he giggled to himself. After all, nobody could stop a God, right?
"Mommy? What is wrong with that man?"
He snapped up his head to scowl at a little girl who was standing on the sidewalk, staring at him. The little girl's mother grabbed her hand and started to drag her daughter away, running frantically.
Well, he supposed he did look a mess. He turned the corner, leaning up against the concrete wall. He needed to find someplace before he bled out. What kind of leader did he look like now? Wounded, running away from the enemy. The entire time he had never ran away from the enemy. Now look at him. He wasn't a God.
Lifting himself off the wall, he started running again, even faster then before. Tears started to run down his face. There was no use. He got careless after L died, he really did lose. His senses went numb but he still ran. He looked up to see himself walking away, in the opposite direction, reading a book. Staring in shock, he turned to look, still running. It was a old memory. Was he going crazy?
It was a memory of him. Before he found the Death Note. When everything used to be peaceful. When he had a brilliant future ahead of him. He lost it all because of that book. If he had never found that book...then he would be out of college into a wonderful job. His sister would still be walking. He would have a life.
Running up the stairs, he stumbled, collapsing. He panted, partially closing his eyes. It was over. Did he regret it? No. He was just trying to make the world better. Like his father. His father didn't understand. People who didn't understand had to be killed. After remembering what he used to be like...did he understand anymore?
He guessed not.
He closed his eyes.