Discalimer:I do not own Saw ,Death note, or Johnny the Homicidel Maniac I only own their merchandise. (I'm a victim of the man Oh noes)
God-noun- a supreme being according to some particular conception.
God-verb-to regard or treat as a god; deify; idolize.
This one word has fueled man weather it be for creation or destruction. He has led us in our time of peace and war. Many wonder who this so called "God" is some say that due to the advances of human knowledge and understanding that man himself is a god. This however is debatable due to the fact that almost all of the religions see their "god" as perfect and man is naturally flawed. So the ultimate question is what defines a man or a deity.
Darkness. This was all the man could see. The man was lying on a hard ,metal medical table. He was wearing a blood stained blind fold over his eyes. He couldn't breath for some reason. His chest felt tight as if a large weight was sitting on him. He struggled for air again and again. After a few tries he finally inhailed with a loud gasp. He sat up and realized that he was naked. nothing shielded his tall , thin body from the world. By looks of this person one would guess he was malnurished and lacked sleep. He had black hair that made even the night green with envy. He finally removed the blind fold and saw nothing. It seems that his vision was blurry. It lasted a minute or so.
He stood up and immeditly felt dizzy and almost fell to the cold ,concrete ground. He held himself up with the medical table he was lying on a few minutes ago. He took a good look around and saw his dark surroundings. It seemed to be a warehous of some sort. He guessed it was near the ocean since he heard waves and smelt salty air. He saw three make-shift medical curtens were the only things that stood to his left. He gazed to his right and saw a medical trey on a stand with his normal ,black attire placed on it.
He walked over to it and began to get dress. He thought it was wierd that he ended up here. He had no memory of the previous days only the fact that he was going on vacation then...nothing. He lifted his shirt and heard a noise. CLACK! He looked at his feet and saw a tape recorder with a note attached to it. He picked it up and read the note.
"Play me." It said in a rather sloppy hand writing. He then pressed the play button.
"Hello Johnny," A cold ,raspy voice greeted, "I'd like to play a little game. Time and time again you killed the innocent and everyone has remained oblivious to it ,but I didn't. After you have conquered your inner demons you begged for redemption. Well now is your we speak a neuro-toxin is flowwing through your veins. You may have already felt the symptoms Dizzyness ,Tightening of the chest ,Blurred vision. These are all just the begining the Toxin will take ten days to kill you. I will provide an anti-toxin but you must commit one last sin to earn it. You must kill the unkillable. You must kill a god. Many fear him ,some worship him ,he is known only as KIRA. Let the games begin"
Static soon followed. Johnny knew what he had to do. He put on his shirt with large black "Z?" written on the front and his metal toed boots ,that gave him the apperance of a demon. He slowly made his way to a door ,which he located quickly in the large empty room. He moved his hand through his hair. His hair still remained the same afterwards. short and spikey with two areas on his hair that took the shape of antenea.
He opened the door and looked back.
"Call me Nny," He exclaimed to no one and slammed the door.
Meanwhile in a hotel room a young man sits on a soft ,yellow chair eating a candy bar. He seemed to be about twenty-five years of age. He was deep in thought ,as he was alot lately. He ,like Nny,seemed Malnurished and under weight. He wore a white shirt and blue jeans. He had neither shoes nor socks. He had smooth yet messy black hair.
Suddenly a man burst through the door panting heavily. His face was covered with sweat and his glasses were crooked.
"Yes Mr. Yagami," The black haired man said.
"L! I just recieved word from a TV broadcasting station," Yagami Announced, "it seems they just recieved a Video tape and we should turn on to channel five"
"Is it from Kira?" L asked.
"No," Yagami replied still panting, "It's for him." L cocked his head in bewilderment. 'Who would wish to contact Kira?' L thought.
Meanwhile ,in the Yagami house hold, a self-proclaimed god sits quitely in his room. His only source of light is a small table lamp on his desk. He writes constantly in a black notebook with the letters "D-E-A-T-H-N-O-T-E" written large on the cover. The light seemed to make his brown hair glow and his eyes shimer with the lust for justice.
A large dark figure loomed over his shoulder watching as the names of the damnd criminals were writen. The figure was pale with dark lips and yellow and red eyes. His clothes were black and he carried a book not much different than this 'god'. This figure was no ordinary person...no he was a ...shinigami ,a god of death. The pale Shinigami chuckled as the boy wrote more and more.
"Well ,well Light," The shinigami congratulated, "I'm impressed that you seem a little confident"
"How can you tell,Ryuke?" The boy asked.
"I have'nt seen you write this many names down since you first recieved the death note." Ryuke exlained.
"Well L seems to calm down," Light said, "It's easier to steal when the rich man sleeps" Ryuke gave a chuckle as The L analogy manifested in his mind.
"So you just sleep L," Light said to no one, "Cause soon even you will fall victim to Kira"
"Hey!Light!" A female voice came from down stairs, "Come look at this"
"Coming!" He replied as he slipped his death note into a very well hidden compartment. He stood up ;annoyed at the fact that justice had to wait because his sister wanted something. He walked out the door of his room and down the stairs. He was in a white button up shirt and some blue jeans and socks covered his feet. Ryuke, who floated behind, was most curious at what this maybe. He needn't worry of anyone seeing him because Light was the only one who could see him.
The two finally reached the living room and saw the two Yagami girls sitting infront of the TV.
"So what's the problem?" Light asked.
"It seems the TV station has news on Kira," Lights sister answered. 'What?!' Light thought, 'Have they some how discovered that I am Kira?' Ryuke let out a rather loud laugh ,luckily only Light could hear him as well. Light ignored his shrile laughs and turned his undevided attention to the anchor woman.
"Today we have recived a tape from an unknown person," She said rather calmly, "We will now play the tape for you." The screen went to some static for a second then a white faced doll appeared. The doll had black eyes with red circles in the middle of them. On each cheek was what looked like a bulls eye.
"Hello Kira," It greeted with a cold rasping voice, "I'd like to play a little game with you. In many aspects you and I are very much alike and yet so very different. We punish the guilty for crimes they have committed. Though you kill them with no effort or second thought ,on the other hand I give my players a chance to redeem themselves. I would very much like to see who is the better judge of mankind? Who is the better master mind. They say you can kill anybody. Now let's see if you can really kill aNYbody. Let the games begin." The screen returned to static and Light turned to his thoughts.
'Who was that guy and what did he mean by we're alike?' Light said in his head, 'but what really bothers me is the part with-'
"Hey!" Mrs. Yagami exclaimed grabbing her son's attention, "I remember that doll"
"Where?" Light asked while trying not to sound suspicious.
"In America there are a string of murders by a someone by the name of-" She began.
Meanwhile L sat in his chair and watched the screen. Several other detectives were in the room with him pondering on what to think about this. A gear then turned in L's brain.
"I remember now," L said ,"In america I worked brifly on a case about a man who out wits his victims. He was given the name 'Jigsaw' due to the fact that if a victim should fail and die he would remove a piece of the skin in the form of a jigsaw puzzle piece. Most likely to Signafy that the person was incomplete or was missing something." The other detectives ,stood amazed at his story.
"So how does he kill them?" asked one of the detectives.
"Well he places them in a puzzle or trap," L explains, "The so called 'players' must then overcome an internal and external obstecal"
"So if you were on the case," Mr. Yagami said, "Why is he still loose"
"Because I never really finished the case," L answered, "I was taken off due to...'personal' reasons. A few months later I took on this Kira case. No matter. Mr. Yagami please retrive the tape and call the American government and tell them to send any records on Jigsaw"
Mr. Yagami left with two other detectives.
'It's seems to be a three way battle of the wits,' L thought, 'either way a trail of bodies will scatter the streets. I must end this as soon as posible'
Elsewhere, an old man wears a black and red hood and look at the tools of destruction that lay before him ;Saws ,drill guns ,oils.
He looked behind him and saw a young seventeen year old girl lying unconcious on a make shift bed. 'you will be the first,' The old man thought and turned to his tools to ready his first contestant.
Writers Notes(or is it death notes evil grin) : So this is something I had to write down Or else. It was in my note book for a while and It had to be writen. So the story takes place after Saw one or two but before Misa is introduced in death note and after the events of JTHM.