Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or Cresent, who belong to UnfamiliarSound.
I do own Anneliese, though.
This particular fic has actual words from the anime, so I don't own those either.
Hey, c'mon! Gimme a break! Since when were the Japanese allowed to carry around such big guns? You got me, I'm part of this whole kidnapping incident. That means you'll have a lot of questions to ask! You won't shoo-
One.
Ah...that hurts...that really hurts...
Two.
He could see Mello's face in his mind, sorrow lining his features. I'm sorry...I never thought you'd get hurt...
Three.
Oh...Oh..God...It..It really hurts..D-damn...Thank God some of them are missing...
Four.
He could hear Cresent's voice telling him it would end soon, that everything would be okay...
Five.
Why...Why...can't I feel it anymore..? A-am...am...I...dying..?
Six.
He could see Anneliese's face in his mind's eye. She was smiling, but he knew better. Tears glistened in the corner of her eyes and they were shadowed with fear and pain...
Seven.
I-I...can't feel a thing...why's...everything going dark..?
Eight.
His lifeless body fell to the ground, his head hitting the dented car with a dull thunk on the way. His head slumped over his body, his legs spread out.
What an idiot, he probably wouldn't have told us anything, anyway and death is the only way to pay for crimes against Kira.
The cigarette still sitting between his cold lips fell to his bloodstained vest and burned out with a soft sizzle.
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