AN: Hey guys! It's The Thiefshipper! I'm really really sorry for the lack of updating recently. I've been having all of these great ideas, but I just didn't have the motivation to type them all up. But that was then and this is now. I hope you all enjoy my Death Note fic! OH. and I'd like thank snowhiteangel917 for all of her help. When I post the next chapter, I will also post a link to her deviantArt account. She has drawn me a FABULOUS picture of my OC Samantha. Well, enjoy!
Prologue
Samantha Matthews awoke with a start, fear receding back to the pit of her stomach. She looked at her clock to see it was 3 am. She wiped the cold sweat from her brow. She had been having the dream again. The dream about the fire. She remembered the red and yellow flames burning her skin. Samantha had been having this dream a lot recently. Though, it was probably to be expected. It was getting near to the anniversary of the fire. The seven year anniversary to be exact. Almost seven years ago she lost her house and her whole family in a house fire. The only thing she had left to remember them was a gold pocket watch that was given to her from her father. Samantha wore it wherever she went. She was the only one to survive, though not totally unscathed. She had received a near fatal burn that stretched all the way from her left shoulder down to her finger tips. She absentmindedly ran her fingers across her left arm. Samantha knew she wasn't going to get anymore sleep tonight, so she decided to go for a walk. She hopped out of bed, put on her favorite pair of pink slippers and headed out. She had to be very careful, because if Roger caught her she would be in huge trouble for sneaking out of bed.
As Samantha was walking she heard another set of feet walking through the corridor, so she hid behind a large grandfather clock. The sound of the footsteps got closer and closer. 'This is it,' she thought, 'I'm done for'. Then, a pair of bare feet peeked out from the side of the clock as the person turned to face her. "Hello Samantha" L said with a small smile, "What are you doing out of bed at this time of night?"
"I could say the same to you, L" Samantha said, returning the grin.
"I was taking a walk through the hallway because I could not sleep and I needed to think. What is your reason? Did you have the nightmare again Samantha?" L replied as he bit his thumbnail. L knew all about Samantha and what she had been through. L was one of Samantha's best friends.
"Yea. It was the nightmare. But, it's no big deal. It's almost the seven year anniversary, so I guess my brain is just reminding me." Samantha said with a sigh.
"Well, why don't I walk you back to your room so we both avoid trouble," L suggested.
"Sure," Samantha said.
L offered his arm to her like the gentlemen did in the old movies.
"May I?" he asked. She took it and the walked like that all the way back to her room.
This is Samantha Matthews: fifteen year old girl, Wammy Kid, and future behavior analyzer. Almost seven years ago she lost everything she held dear in a tragic house fire. Wammy had seen the special skills she had, and brought her Wammy's House for Gifted Children. Her friends are L, Beyond Birthday, Mello, Matt, and Near. Only her friends knew her real name. To everyone else, she was known as S. This is her life now. And she loved it.
AN: Hey, this is just the prolgue, so read and review and tell me what you think! Thanks guys!