Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of its characters. I do own my OC's.

~~~~~Ch.1~~~~~~

I sat there in my black spaghetti strap, mid-thigh length dress dirty and torn. My waist long red hair was also dirty and messy. I had no shoes on because I was taken from my home when no one was home.

I had bruises everywhere on my body from all the abuse. My wrists, ankles were probably the worst bruised, or maybe it was the one on my cheek?

I wasn't bound by rope anymore when 'we' arrived and entered the warehouse for the fact a gun was pointed at my head.

If you hadn't figured it out already, I was kidnapped. My told my parents that they wanted some large amount of money that they (my parents) don't have, but the kidnappers don't really know that.

My dad works for some rich guy in a multi-billion company, yes, but that doesn't mean he gets paid a large amount of money. My dad sort of compares it to working at a Wal-Mart or some smaller type of company, money wise.

Anyway, back to my current position now, today was the drop-off or the exchange or whatever you want to call it.

My parents entered the other side of the building with an old man in a trench coat and a hat holding two duffel bags.

"Mom! Dad!" I smiled at them. After a week of captivity, I'm glad to see my parents again.

My dad smile back at me "Hey there, my little rose." I saw my mom was crying, but I didn't say anything about it.

"SHUT UP!" The leader of my kidnappers yelled. I heard the guy behind me cock his gun. ready to shoot.

"Do you have my money?" The leader asked. "Yes, its here." My dad pointed to the duffel bags the old man had in his hands. "Bring them here." He ordered.

The old man walked up and placed the bags on the ground ten feet from us.

The leader signaled for the man on his right (I'm to his left) to check the money. The man unzipped the bag, took out a stack of bills, inspected it and threw it at the leader, who caught it.

The leader flipped through the stack analyzing it, then he paused.

"You have your money, now give me my daughter!" My father demanded.

The leader looked up and by the look on his face, you knew he was pissed. My father took a step back not liking the look in the leaders eyes.

"DO YOU TAKE ME AS A FOOL!" he roared. "I CAN TELL THE MONEYS FAKE! NOW I'M TAKING YOUR DAUGHTER AND YOUR LIVES!" The leader looked like the devil himself.

Then the leader took out his gun and shot off three shots.

Two of the three shots went into my parents head, while the third went into the chest of the old man. Before anyone had the chance to say anything they were on the ground.

Tears flood my eyes, my words were caught in my throat, and my thoughts were frozen in time.

The leader grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked me to my feet. Yeah it hurt, but I didn't feel the pain, I felt nothing.

Thumps could have been heard behind me and because I couldn't do anything, I didn't see any reason to look and see what was happening. But the leader did and threw me in that direction.

Someone caught me, I didn't look at him though. I did however look behind him and saw the man that had his gun pointed at my head was knocked out on the ground.

I became a bit confused as I looked down. I saw a pair of dirty white tennis shoes, and note earlier I said I was barefooted so I knew it wasn't me.

My thoughts on the the worn shoes were as so, 'Who wears dirty worn shoes to a drop-off.'