This is my first Death Note fanfic, I got the idea for this story while playing Need for Speed: Most Wanted. The story is pretty much about a girl that is a street racer that unfortunately gets caught up in all this Kira stuff. Please tell me what you think with a review. Hope you enjoy the story. I do not own Death Note nor Need for speed.
The wails of a police car could be heard by everyone on the block yet the three cars causing the sirens to go off failed to obey and slow down. Slowly the police car caught up with the three but unfortunately for the driver all three cars then decided to go in opposite directions. At a loss the policeman followed the one going to the right. He had a hard time keeping up seeing as the car he was in wasn't meant to go as fast as the blue Chevrolet in front of him.
With a screech the car made a sharp turn onto a small side street. The person inside the car cursed her luck, being followed was never easy to cope with. These policemen never know when to stop, they could be out there for hours. She just wanted to go collect her money and be on her way but now it seems she may be out longer than expected. As she was going to speed up a girl ran across the road with a guy on a motorcycle not far behind. The driver's head began to pound and red flashed in her vision. Just as the girl reached the sidewalk a truck struck the guy that seemed to be chasing her.
Idiot drivers, I can driver over 100 mph and not even come close to getting hit or hitting someone. I guess in a way it's a good thing, I got the police off me so now I can get home early.
With a small smirk the woman pressed down harder on the gas pedal.
It was around 9 o'clock when the same blue Chevrolet that had been speeding down the road not minutes ago, came slowly rolling into the driveway of a rather expensive looking mansion. The driver was exiting when a small girl around the age of 8 came running up to her.
"Marcy, I thought you wouldn't make it. When they told us that the cop followed you I became so worried.'' The girl practically sobbed out.
"It's okay, I'm here now aren't I? So there's nothing to worry about" Marcella said reassuringly to the girl that looked ready to cry a river.
"Sydne, I'm sure Marcella would like to sit down and rest. She can tell you what happened while you two get ready for bed.'' A slender man with wavy black hair said as he pushed the two girls lightly inside.
With a gasp Sydne shouted "She's staying?"
"Wait, I don't want to be a bother. I just came by to tell Sydne I was okay, I'll be on my way now. "
"Nonsense, you'll always be welcome here."
"You know, it isn't considered safe to let a criminal into a house, let alone a mansion."
"I've been letting you stay here since you were 10, I think I can trust this criminal." The man said with a grin on his face.
As they walked in you could hear the very silent and aggravated muttering coming out of Marcella's mouth.
This is crazy. To be able to kill with a heart attack, it can't be possible can it?
Marcella paced back and forth. In the past two weeks criminals have been dropping like flies, all of heart attacks. It can't be a disease or other people would be getting it, not just criminals. What is it? Who is doing this? Are the police noticing? Would they even try to stop it?
I doubt it. She thought bitterly.
With a frustrated sigh she sat down. It's not that she's afraid of this guy, as far as she knows he hasn't killed any of the street racers. Most of them keep their faces hidden so they can still go out at day and not have the police chasing them. But there is always that one person that loves to gloat, but there aren't many of those types of people. There also isn't anybody that would give up any information about another racer, so she feels no need to worry. So, no, she's not afraid, just curious. Who wouldn't be? As far as she and the rest of the world know it's impossible to murder people with heart attacks. But… this person or thing is proving all of them wrong by laughing in their faces while it does the impossible.
With one last hmph she got up and grab a pair of key. Thinking about this will just cause stress and confusion there's no point wasting time.
She slammed the door to her Mercedes-benz and cranked up the music, in seconds she was was revving down the street.
Marcella slowed down once she reached the more public roads, she may enjoy going fast but the screeching of those police sirens were so annoying. Even with the music up as high as it can go, the sirens always somehow break through it.
At the moment she was stuck in traffic so with nothing better to do Marcella turned down the music and rolled down her windows. Within seconds she knew more about what was going on than she had in the past week. They're calling him Kira.
Well it fits seeing as it comes from the name killer.
Marcella quickly flipped out her phone and typed kira into the search engine, countless sites came up supporting this killer. She couldn't believe how stupid and cruel these people were being. Saying how Kira is doing the world a favor. All he's doing is wiping the world of it's population, crime will never stop as long as people have the right to their own thoughts.
The car in front of her jerked to sudden stop, surprising her. The honk of her horn went unnoticed seeing as everyone's attention was directed to the big screen above. The screens showed a picture of a man wearing a tux with medium length black hair.
"I am Lind L. Taylor, otherwise known as L."