"And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the instruments of darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles, to betray us in deepest consequence."
William Shakespeare
In the logic and rational world that represented 21th century, folklore and superstitions did not figure in such brilliant minds.
L knew that. Kira was not a God, neither a demon nor anything over earthly laws. He was a criminal that must be caught and judged. The detective would not stop until he was found.
Although all the evidences pointed to a dead end, and they screamed in his face that he was dealing with an unknown force, like an ant facing a deadly and treacherous spider. Hate and powerless were consuming him slowly, but gradually.
"Kira doesn´t give us a sign of recognition" Light said automatically, looking a monitor from the investigation living room, while the detective remained silent.
The English man stared at him. There was again. The malicious sparkle in those pupils, the mocked grin with full satisfaction, and he was the only one who could appreciate it. There it was, in front of him, and he could not do anything about it. Neither an accusing finger nor a raging claim, like an euphoric man.
He could no longer bear the humiliation on his face.
Do you want to stop this, don´t you? You want this stop once and for all, to prove all you are right.
That night, he remained awake too late, passing midnight. Clenching his fists and feeling restless, his feet shuffled him to the large window of the bedroom, his fingertips rubbing against the crystal.
L did not lose. L hated to lose, and even more, he hated the fact this defeat meant the decease. If a death more degrading existed, he was not interested to know about it.
I am not going to die…
"You are not going to die."
And L got a small jump backwards, now in alert. He knew that maybe could experiment a few incidents by the lack of sleep, but he never heard voices or stuff like that -he was not a druggy boy. - L tried to convince himself that it was just the environment tricking him, probably the people out there.
L did not even believe it himself. It was just stupid.
With a shiver, L turned back and he covered with the sheets, trying to make the most of his resting hours of sleep.
And in the deepest darkness of his room, a cat-smile curved showing a shining fangs. An entity anxious to being part of the new chapter that would make history in the century.
Because there were a lot of years that any human have been so interesting, like that little child in the Ancient England.
Hi, lovely people! Probably you read this title before, with the user "xilema95". Well, that´s me. Someone hacked my old account, and sadly I can´t log in anymore.
So, this is the first chapter! I´m really anxious, and maybe a little afraid, basically because this is the first time for me translating a whole chapter from my own in English. I just hate the grammatical mistakes, and I would be very grateful if you let me know about any issue with the text. It will make me improve my English.
If someone here knows Spanish, you can go to my old account and read the rest of the chapters. I´ll upload this gradually, just give me time.
Reviews will be appreciated!