New story, first chapter, aka the prologue! I know, I suck at updating right now, but this has been half floating round my head for a while so... viola! So um... Yeah, there is an OC here, Natalia, aka Talia, who's been thrown in... heh, I was just sort of going along with the story as it wrote itself... From next chapter, it'll be from Matt's POV, but this one's just third person. Heh, so, enjoy! Oh, and I have absolutely no idea what's gonna happen from here onwards. So um... Look out? Heh.
Disclaimer - I don't own Death Note. Or Matt, sadly... Talia's mine though. Woop.
Warnings - Drug use [benficial in this chap, no idea what might happen in the future], a lot of stereo types to be in use probably, and hell knows what else!
'Now, is your time to die-'
Matt's hand flew out and smashed down on the bedside table several times before he came in contact with a phone, buzzing merrily, which he turned off without even opening his eyes, before rolling over and beginning to drift to sleep again.
A hand shook his shoulder roughly, yanking him back to consciousness. He groaned, batting at the hand, which caught his own and twisted, causing him to gasp and sit bolt upright.
He glared up at the grinning face of his twin sister, Talia. She smirked at him for a few more seconds, before fleeing from the room as he attempted to climb out of bed. Attempted, because his feet tangled in the duvet and he tripped, landing face first on the carpet.
Talia had the same sea green eyes as he did, but her hair was a dyed platinum blond, often with neon streaks temporarily dyed in, as opposed to his plain, coppery-crimson. They were the same height, and there was very little weight difference either.
With another small groan, the red head hauled himself off the ground, before remembering very suddenly; today was the day he started his new school with his sister. They were being transferred to a boarding school for 'difficult teenagers' or something equally ridiculous.
He slowly shoved his sheets back onto the bed, grabbing a simple black shirt – with colourful paint splatters cover it – and tugging it on, quickly followed by a pair of faded, torn skinny jeans. His bags would already be downstairs, so he didn't have to bother himself with those.
Heading downstairs, he grabbed himself a simple cereal bar to eat, ignoring his sister's jabs at him being anorexic, and his mother telling him to have something else as well. With a sigh, he shuffled into the hallway, staring at the bags, as if they were taunting him.
You have to go somewhere new. It could be dangerous. It could kill you.
His head whipped around as the voices in his head perked themselves up, and he stamped back into the kitchen, grabbing his medication and tipping two of the pills into his hand, before swallowing them dry. His sister rolled her eyes, smirking, while his mom started flapping around panickedly. Just 'cause of the damn voices. That was why he was being sent away. Huh.
Talia was a different story. She was simply fascinated in witch craft. Apparently that's enough of a crime to be sent to some big boarding school. Matt mentally flipped his over-concerned parent off in annoyance. There wasn't really anything wrong with either of them. They were neat, worked hard, and were never out of line, despite their slightly… unique… appearances. Even their uniforms were perfect. Simply stupid.
Matt did his best not to complain though. Hopefully they'd get out alive, and be able to survive life past school as well.
The single parental figure kept checking her watch, then the clock, then back. Continuously. Eventually, Talia became bored of this and went into the hall, dragging the other two with her, and demanding that they leave. Now.
And so, the car was loaded up and Matt gave his house a final glance and smirk, before the car was revved, and they sped out of the driveway. So, now he was going to be stuck in some nuthouse for months on end. Wonderful.
The drive took far too long, in both of the fifteen year olds' opinions. At least three hours in the damned car, before they reached immense, wrought iron gates, that loomed above the small car. They were open though. For now.
Matt swallowed as they drove up the small road that lead to a building that looked like something that should belong to some rich family. The grounds were impressive, too. No sign of any human activity so far though, Matt noted, slightly nervously.
His sister simply kept the exact same, bored expression as she gazed up at the building.
"Greeat, we're gonna be housed with the posh knobs," she muttered, earning herself a disapproving glare from the twins' mother and a high five from the twin himself.
They were quickly booted out of the car, along with all of their bags, and could only watch as their only way out left rapidly. Gulping, the two of them looked up at the vaguely intimidating building, glanced at each other, and then pushed the door open simultaneously, dragging their baggage along with them.
Not too bad, I hope? Heh, so there's your prologue, and like I said, the rest's gonna be from Matt's POV. Reviews are loved, hugged, and treasured, so please do! It makes me feel warm, fuzzy, and most importantly, motivated!! Any ideas as to what might happen in the future would be appreciated too.. Because my ideas all fail at life. Heh, I'ma shup and let you leave on your merry way now ^^