Well, I could work on my trilogy, or SP, right now... or you can have a look at this story! Which ever you like. This is just the prologue, so it is short. I don't own Death Note, but I do own Nightmare!
The third child of Wammy's House for Gifted Children. That was me. Was. I was second after my best friend committed suicide, and first after my brother ran away.
That's when my new friend arrived. He became second until his new friend showed up. This was when I said I didn't want my name on the Rankings. I was still first, no matter what. I moved to the top of the house, the attic. No one was ever brave enough to make it past the forth level, and I was on the sixth.
Then the new number two showed up. I was still number one, but the new kid thought he was. I had next to no contact with anyone. I only walked around at night. I became known as 'The Ghost of Wammy's House'.
I was only ever wearing black, red, and navy blue. I was always bare foot unless I had to leave the house. Only one person talked to me. That was my only friend.
My classes were all though Skype, and taken by my mentor. My friend never asked why I was never in classes. He knew he was really in forth, but would never say that to anyone.
I had taken an interest in a particular case that my mentor had taken on. I knew who his suspects were long before he did. I knew the perpetrator long before he did. That may be the result of being the younger sibling of a murder.
By now you're probably asking about names. My best friend, A; my only friend, Matt; his friend, Mello; the so-called number one, Near; my mentor, L; my brother, BB.
Me?
My name?
It's Nightmare.