(Author's note: I really love Silent Hill, even though the games scare the biscuits out of me, so I figured I'd do a cross-over. XD What an intriguing author's note, right?
Stuff that actually matters: I've been imagining this taking place in the Silent Hill movie universe, and part of the plot actually sort of comes from that, so this'll probably make more sense if you're familiar with it. Matt is 23 here, and Mello 24. And, although I'm sure I don't have to mention it, this is an AU. Don't expect anything related to the actual Death Note plot. XD With that out of the way, enjoy the story! :D)
Matt sighed, parking his car at the first gas station he'd seen in miles. It was just his luck to get lost like this when he was in such a hurry. But he planned to be there for that midnight game release, and he wasn't going to be late just because his ego didn't want him asking for directions. He opened the car door, accidentally scraping the side of a motorcycle parked next to him. Great. And of course, in his haste to look at the damage, he managed to knock the damn thing over on its side.
With another frustrated sigh, he looked around. Okay, no one had seen that. Brushing off a feeling of guilt, he opted to leave as soon as he could, and hurried into the gas station's convenience store. He didn't have time for this; he needed that game.
The store was pretty empty, aside from the obligatory greasy teenager working the register and a police officer browsing the snack counter. Matt tensed a little. So, he'd knocked over a cop's motorcycle. His night just kept getting better and better, so of course when he walked to the register to ask the greasy kid for directions, the officer finally decided what he wanted, picking up an armful of chocolate bars and walking over at the same time. Matt tried his best not to look nervous, and judging from the look on the officer's face, he was failing.
Matt fidgeted at the man's appraising look. "Uh, I just need to ask for directions, so…" He had hoped Officer Keehl, as his badge said, would let him go ahead, but he had no such luck. The man dropped his snacks on the counter, fixing a misplaced strand of blonde hair as he looked back at Matt with a wry smile. "I hope you don't mind waiting a minute." Matt felt indignant for a moment before realizing with a panic that this meant he would be leaving the store after this Keehl guy. Which meant he wouldn't have time to leave before the blonde saw what happened to his motorcycle.
Giving up on getting directions, Matt tried to leave the store as inconspicuously as possible. He barely made it to his car when he heard the officer walk out of the store. With his panic rising, he hurriedly started the car and drove back onto the road. For a few wonderfully relieving moments, he actually thought his luck had changed. He realized his hopes were ridiculously high when he saw the flashing police lights in his rear-view mirror.
Now, Matt wasn't stupid in any sense of the word, but sometimes he really didn't use his brain. He slammed his foot down on the gas pedal and sped down the dark highway. He did not want to deal with a pissed off cop.
Unfortunately, a few miles away from the glow of the gas station's lights, it was just a bit too dark for him to avoid smashing his car into a sign, deploying the airbag and knocking himself unconscious.
It was just one of those days.