Game Over
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.
A.N.: I wrote this scene a while back before changing it up for my story "Yellow Taxi".
Rated: T (violence, death...)
Warning(s): SPOILERS, miner character death...
Those guys have been waiting for me…. How many guards does Takada have? I started thinking up a plan while resting my crossed arms on the steering wheel of my red ride, estimating how many of them there were and taking things into consideration. There was no way I was going to get out of here.
Not yet, anyway. They'd probably want to question me so they can figure out where my partner might be taking Takada. So I could just give up, let them take me in…it might be my only escape. I might be able to threaten to kill one of the bodyguards to get the others to back off. That would probably work…. It would be the only way.
"Hey! Hey! Since when is Japanese allowed to have possessions of those nice arms?" I say, keeping my voice friendly as I step out of my car. "And besides, you want to know from me where my accomplice has taken Takada, right?" I say, raising my black gloved hands.
"You can't possibly fire at…" I began, slowly moving my hands so they'd rest on my head, but I didn't get that far. Several of her guards shot at me at once in several different places of my body. I heard the sound of them shooting my car too as I stepped back in agony.
I felt my head hit something hard, but I didn't bother to wonder why, not now…there was no way I was making it out of here. Someone said something, but it was blurred. I was dimly aware of something wet dripping down my face. Everything was getting so dark….
Done. Please review.
