Hey so this is my first story on this site, reviews and such would be much appreciated as I don't know if this is worth continuing.
But I'm sure you will let me know.
Anyway, everyone seems to write this, so I don't own Deathnote. Please don't sue me.
Enjoy :)
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"Who's this person you're looking for?"
"An old...friend"
It was four in the morning when my normally silent computer chimed to life. I had been lying on top of my bed hoping for the sleep I knew would never come. Rubbing my hooded eyes I rolled off the mattress and onto the floor. I groaned as I pulled the Laptop towards me.
Despite my insomnia, I had enough energy to be suspicious of the alarm. It could only mean one thing - someone was looking for me. I always left my computer hacked into my hotel's system; monitoring my presence in their files. The idea was that should anyone else hack into this network, my computer would signal danger.
And I would have to move again.
I had been running for the past 6 months, changing Hotels every few days, travelling by night and covering my tracks. I became invisible - as I had been trained to do since childhood.
You see, I am a thief.
A rather good one too.
I have been commissioned by several world leaders to steal classified documents, between jobs for that Group; the company that adopted and employed me since the tender age of 14. I am one of the best in the world; I cannot be found when I choose to hide. Tonight is the first time someone has detected me. Crouched over the keyboard, I watched for a moment as the hackers systematically searched through files. It would take at least an hour to get through every client, and besides, I went by a disguised name.
I gazed unconcernedly at the ceiling considering my options.
Capture: So what if they caught me?
Perhaps I should allow this search, leave my alias in the network. At least I could be sure of my fate, and that certainty - such a luxury, something taken for granted so often - would grant me the often denied right to sleep. My body sagged even closer to the floor from the mere thought. 6 months without fitful sleep. Insomnia and anxiety - two friends I had made recently.
I glanced back at the computer screen and was shocked to see the hacker opening four files at a time, and only for about 5 seconds before moving on. The searcher continued to get closer to my name.
I frowned.
This was no ordinary computer geek - my pursuers must have paid a pretty penny to hire this guy.
Oh well, too late to do anything about it now: They had arrived at my name.
My future played itself out in my head: They would recognize the credit card number, despite the fact that I had many. Within 10 minutes, a bullet would creep through my window, kiss my forehead and then -
Sleep.
It probably would not hurt.
Yes.
This was my escape. I crossed my legs and leaned back towards the bed, slowly closing my eyes.
I had had enough. Though that hacker was a genius.
I wonder who he is…
Every fibre of my being screamed in protest as I cracked open one eye. Sleep will come, I assured myself.
But I can't die without satisfying my curiosity…
"B-beep"
Suddenly I was alert. Another had entered the network. Why would they send two to do the work of one?
I rocketed forward onto my heels, frantically pushing my hair out of my eyes with one hand, typing and clicking with the other. I recognised this pattern - this way of doing things. The second hacker was definitely the Group I had been hiding from - so who was the first?
I started breaking into this mystery computer; I had to get them out of my file for it would arouse the suspicions of the Group. I paused for half a second - this genius had just slammed me with such an intense security system it would leave any other hacker weeping for mercy.
But I am not any other hacker.
I am a thief.
I am invisible.
There are only two people who can break through this system.
Both are women.
The first to do so was the notorious Mary Kenwood Aka "Wedy".
She also happens to have been my mentor.
You do not need to be a genius to figure out the second person. I no longer felt tired - and the will to live was of such a force I had never felt since...
Well.
Anyway.
Pausing for a moment, I tossed a virus into a file bound to be searched by the group.
"That ought to slow them down..." I barely noticed the sun starting to rise, muffled as it was against the thick velvet curtains of my room. And then finally-
I was through. All was silent as I stared at the computer's secrets. It was him. The other person who was a phantom like me. How could I have missed this?
Who else was trained with the purpose of extreme observational skills?
He knew I was Wedy's apprentice.
He knew I could overcome this system.
And after everything he has done, after nary a word after five years he looks for me.
I delve further into the system and discover the internet source as belonging to the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo – top floor. Suddenly the screen went black.
Bah.
Detection.
The second hacker has also disappeared. I start biting a fingernail, once again considering my options. I have no reason to ever want to see him again, though I am curious about the sudden attention.
"B- beep"
Huh?
Someone checking in at 4:30?
I watch a new file being created, and see that these night time wanderers have requested a room on my floor. The hair on my left arm begins to rise – a warning. I open a video feed from the security camera in reception, and stare death in the face. They have come for me. I don't bother to turn my computer off; I merely shut the laptop on itself.
I slip my black dress on and step into black Doc Martins. The Laptop is stored in the suitcase waiting by the door and I hurry away from my dark room into the light.
He is calling me home.
