Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or any of the characters except for the OCs.
"Code Blue"
"What started out as a fairly simple exam on her neighbor's friend threw a second-year med student into a chaotic situation that went way over her head.
As if things weren't bad enough, she discovered the real identity of said friend; an aggressive, quick-tempered young man with a scarred face and
his connection to one of the most dangerous criminal syndicates... the Mafia."
PROLOGUE
LA, November 11, 2011, 00:36AM.
Drap, drap, drap, drap, drap
The sound of the fast footsteps filled the dark, long alley, as the cold walls on each side echoed it back, sending shivers to anyone possibly listening.
It was no exception for him.
Listening to the haunting echoing sound alongside the alley, generated from his own breathless run, was only making his anxiety grew bigger than ever. His limbs were going numb, cold sweat pouring down all over his nimble body, the pain in his chest increased, and his heart hammering even faster. He was almost suffocating from short of breath, but he couldn't stop now.
No, if he still wanted to get out of this place alive... or at least he hoped he could.
Drap, drap, drap, drap, drap
When he finally reached his destination, a closed room at the end of the alley, he pushed the metal doors open and entered the room, quickly slammed the doors behind him and locked them. Leaning against the cold metal, he struggled to rearrange his frantic breath. Once he settled, his once piercing blue eyes were now rolling wildly in their sockets as they swept the inside of the room.
The room was full of monitors; each displaying the scenes recorded by security cameras planted around various spots of the building. Below the monitors were metal desks with enormous amount of small buttons, glaring green and red lights.
But what he was looking for was neither the monitors nor one of the buttons. Instead, he fixed his gaze at this small complicated looking thing, resting quietly on one of the desks.
He knew exactly what the thing was. It was a detonator, one he had prepared himself months ago in case something like this happens, unbeknown to other members of the family.
The Mafia family.
Swiping the gigantic beads of sweat over his forehead hence the tousled wet strands of golden hair, he stepped slowly approaching the detonator, not making any noise.
He stood just before the desk and picked the detonator with a trembled hand, staring at the cylindrical thing as well as the red button popping up on its side.
It can't be helped...
He was hesitating, but an erupted feral sound behind his back turned his attention away of the detonator. The metal doors were forcedly opened, soon followed by a number of men storming in. They held various weapons, each got one, and they were being aimed to the same target: no other than himself.
His free hand quickly snatched the gun on the hem of his pants and aimed the gunpoint to the intruders. His eyes were wide opened in vigilance.
Rapid alternating conversations filled the cold room, each side throwing endless arguments, defending each own stance. Neither intended to surrender. Later, one of the armed men who stood at the front stepped forward. With a wide, merciless grin over his ruthless features, he spoke in deep, rough voice.
"You can still change your mind, Keehl, or we'll send you to hell, right here, right now."
For a few minutes that felt like ages, the called one didn't show any reaction, just keeping his mouth shut and sending a cold stare into the eyes of his counterpart. Finally he lowered his gun, earning a satisfied grin over his counterpart's face, but only to disappear the second later.
Because an equally wicked smirk gradually grew on the blond's thin lips as he replied haughtily in low voice,
"Then see you soon in hell."
God, forgive me.
As soon as those words escaped his lips, he forced his right thumb onto the red button. He barely acknowledged what happened after that. All he could remember were shouts, gunshots, the sound of explosions, and the hot sensation of being burned in fire...