Here it is, CITC v 2.0
Disclaimer: Death Note
Claimer: Tear and any OC's except Oli's characters.
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1.
Back-story
I pushed open the big, cold metal door. It was kind of hard, especially since I had mom's food in a bag in my other hand. The door creaked open and there was a big crash, followed by a loud scream. I pushed the door open all the way, and finally got inside. I closed the big door and looked around for my mother. I shrieked when I saw what had happened.
Crates. They were everywhere, all over the floor and on the loading platform and… oh just everywhere. And under them was my mother. I dropped the bag of food- her carrots and her raisins rolling out of their own little baggies and all over the floor as well. I ran over to her and pushed on the box right on top of her.
"Hello Demi. Nice to see you." My mother said, her voice sounding strained.
"Mom, I'll get you out, don't worry." I told her, pulling off my gloves and trying again to push the boxes off of her, with no luck.
"Hon, put your manusi back on. You'll get hypothermia if you don't."
"Mom, they're keeping me form getting to you." I told her. I turned around and pushed the crate with my back.
With that method not working either, I turned and pushed with my hands again. Fingers wrapped around my neck and lifted me up in the air. I kicked my legs frantically, wanting the person to drop me so I could breathe. Who ever it was did, and I landed hard on the floor. I turned onto my back to see that it was my mother's boss –my biological father. He was drunk, I could tell. I reached for my mother's hand and looked at her. She was dead. Tears welled up in my eyes and I blinked them away.
My father swung at me with his big fat fist. I ducked and ran for the door in the back. It wasn't as heavy as the big ones in the front. I could hear the drunk stumbling behind me. I pulled open the door hastily and ran out of the building, slipping and skidding through the snow. There was a town not far from where I was. I can make it. I can make it. I urged myself. But I couldn't, and I collapsed in the snow.
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I blinked my eyes open, wondering where the heck I was. It looked like a hospital- and it smelled like one, for that matter. There was a beeping machine sitting next to me and there were tubes and needles in my arms that lead up to bags full of water- clear water and water that looked like there was mud in it. I realized that the muddy water must be medicine.
"I see you are awake."
I looked over, way back in the corner, to see a woman standing there. She had on a long white coat with a blue shirt and blue pants on underneath. I started breathing quicker, and the beeping machine sped up too.
"Relax, Miss." The woman smiled, showing two rows of shiny white teeth.
"Where am I?"
The woman laughed, "you're in a hospital in London, dear. Don't you remember anything that has happened to you?"
"All I remember is…" Tears started rolling down my face. My mother… dead…
"Oh, honey. What can you remember? Tell me." The woman who I assume is a doctor asked, sitting down in a white chair with pink flowers that was right next to me.
"My mom. There was an accident at the factory she worked at- it's right outside the city of Semey- and she got squished by these boxes. I tried to help her but my dad was there- he's her boss, you see- and he tried to strangle me but I got away and then I passed out in the snow." I explained to the doctor.
"That would explain the finger-shaped bruises on your neck." The doctor muttered, "what's your name, honey?"
"Demi Hollsopple." I told her.
"Well, Demi, you are one very lucky girl. Especially since you managed to get yourself from a warehouse outside of Semey, Kazakhstan to a hospital bed in London." The doctor smiled.
"Okay…"
"Demi, how do you know English?" The doctor said quickly, as if my answer would cure cancer.
"My mom… she was from the states and she taught me. My step dad taught me Russian and Romanian, and a little German." I told the woman slowly.
Doctor What's-her-face turned around and pulled a book off of a shelf. It was bound in black leather, and on the front in gold was a name- Edgar Allan Poe.
"I will be right back. Hold onto this for me." The doctor placed the book in my lap and patted it before bustling out of the room.
I opened the book, slowly examining the words on the pages. It was full of stories and poems written by the man on the cover- Edgar Allan Poe. There was one- called The Raven- that was really pretty but really long. After a while, the doctor came back in with three people. One was a college-age girl with pretty red curls, the second was a woman not much older than the doctor who had brown hair, and a man around step-dad's age with graying hair.
"Demi, I would like you to meet Erin," the doctor pointed to the redhead, "She's the one who brought you here. There's my sister, Delores, who is an English teacher at that man's school. Demi, this man is Roger." The doctor introduced.
"Hi." I waved.
"Demi, could you please read us a passage from the book you have there?" Delores asked, a smiled on her face. She may as well have stamped 'fake' where her mouth should be.
"Okay. Any one I want? Because there's on that I really like." The doctor nodded, so I opened right up to The Raven and read the whole thing.
When I was done, Roger had a happy look on his old face, Delores looked sad and Erin was crying. I frowned, wondering if I did anything wrong. Roger stood up and looked at the doctor.
"Well, Mandy, you still cease to disappoint me. There are some papers to be signed and she should be all set as soon as you can release her." Roger told the doctor- who I will now call Mandy because that is her name.
"She can be released whenever you are ready for her." Mandy smiled and walked out of the room with Roger.
"That was so beautiful." Erin said, dabbing at her eyes with her shirt.
She got up and gave me a hug, "come on, Professor. You're my ride and I have to get back to campus before football practice."
Those two left the room too. After they left, a woman came in. On her nametag, it said 'Cheryl'. She unhooked me from the beeping machine and took the needles out of my arm.
"Hello Kitty or regular?" She asked, holding up two different Band-Aids.
"Ummm… Hello Kitty." I told her, taking the pink one.
Cheryl smiled at me, then handed me a pile of clothes, "here. You can change into these in the bathroom. We had to guess on the sizes."
I thanked her and went into the bathroom. The pants were too big, but the shirt fit. It was blue and had a picture of a black and white cat with a white and red hat on its head. Next to the cat, it said 'The Cat In the Hat'. What's that? I wondered as I pulled on the shoes that were too big.
I went back into the room. Mandy and Roger were waiting.
"Demi, you're all set. We can go now." Roger told me.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"To Wammy's House. It's an orphanage for gifted individuals like yourself. You will be able to receive an education as well as participate in normal activities of the young folk these days."
"Umm… that's great, I guess."
"There is one important rule, though. You mustn't use your real name. So what should we call you?"
"Uh…. How about… Tear?"
"Excellent. Tear, I believe we should be going now. It was lovely seeing you again, Mandy." Roger walked out the door.
I waved to Mandy before following him. He lead me out to a little car. I climbed into the back seat and buckled the buckle. Inside the car it smelled like sugar.
"Hello."
I jumped and looked at the man who sat in the front seat via the rearview mirror. He looked like a crazy. Dark bags sat under his eyes and he really needed to buy a hairbrush. This stranger wore a white long sleeved shirt and jeans.
"Who… who are you?" I stammered.
"My name is L. What is your name?"
"Uhh… my real one or my fake one?"
"Your alias, of course. We can't just go giving away our names, now can we?" L said, chewing on his thumbnail.
Holding out my hand, I introduced, "I'm Tear."
"Tear. How interesting. And you speak four languages, correct?" L asked, continuing to chew on his thumb.
"Korrigieren." I replied in German.
"Excellent." L looked up, "Here comes Roger now."
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Well, short intro is short, right?
Comments are welcome and criticism is accepted.
And I know Watari is supposed to drive L around. I forgot, so we're gonna say Watari has a stomach bug :P