This is an introduction to my story. :D I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Death Note related. I only own my story idea and my own original characters.
Warnings: AU, that means Alternate Universe people!!
It was deafening, the noise outside. The rain hadn't stopped for over a week and I had only four days left before he came to seek my answer to his proposition. Not that I was going to accept, no matter how long he gave me to decide. Looking out the window, all I could see was the city that was corrupt. We lived under the iron fist that was the Kira Government and nobody questioned it, claiming that they'd all been saved by him. I preferred the term dictatorship.
Before I tell you about my home, though, let me tell you a bit about myself. My name is Ekna McCrae born April 3rd, , though, I was known as Zebota. My father owned the local virtual shooting range, and I've got a great aim from all the years of practice. I was known for it too, in fact. I had gotten good enough that the mafia had recently taken an interest in my abilities. They kidnapped me for it. I was to become part of the ranks after I had completed one task; kill my family, refusal had meant they would just kill me. Until that time I had full access to the facilities, a high-tech research and development center. It wasn't like they would loose anything by giving me a week of free reign, since it was obey or die. Hell either way.
My reflection was looking back at me from the equipment I had been examining. It was a Fetal Chamber by its official name, but I just called it a tube. By using the DNA of the greatest people of the past we could recreate them, even bring them back to life some had said. This technology however, was not meant for just anybody's use, and wasn't even common knowledge among the public at the time. I found out about it on the second day of my capture. Upon that time I had realized what my only hope could be, and would be.
I looked down at the lock of hair in my hands. Assumedly, a person is 'reborn' within months of their actual death, depending on the length of the hair and where it was taken from, so you don't have to go through the whole growing up process again. I had five days before the weekly inventory so they wouldn't know it'd been missing. That's what I told myself at least, as I placed the hair in the DNA scanner.
Looking up I had only been a little shocked to find there was a very minimal amount of information gained from this particular DNA; higher ups tend to do that sometimes. Erase things. I turned around and headed for the protective barrier, it separated me from the radiation and heat that was about to come from the FC. The process took a few hours, but I'm patient.
Hopefully he could save me. He was, after all, the top three greatest detectives that had ever lived.
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