Author's Note: Hey all, and welcome to my first story in like… a long-ass time! Expect about six chapters (plus this prologue), though to be honest, it was originally planned for three chapters but I just finished chapter three and am only about halfway done sooo… this is really subject to change on a whim. Please read and review, because seriously, I could use pointers/constructive criticism. Particularly with regards to pacing, as I am a wordy mofo and am not sure how to make my rambling prose bearable. I want this story to not suck, and I imagine you all want the same, so any tips would be appreciated. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. If I did, things would have played out a lot differently.
Three Lives Left
Prologue: You're Not Gonna Shoot
As the hail of bullets slammed into his body, the first thing Matt thought was how stupid his last words were. "You're not gonna shoot." Ladies and gentlemen, the third-smartest kid in the world!
He sank to the ground, already knowing that he was a dead man—and how not, with that many shots? Really, wasn't it kind of unnecessary to waste that many bullets on someone who was unarmed and surrendering? Seemed kind of like overkill to him…
Heh. "Overkill." Get it?
God, he wished his brain would shut up already.
There wasn't that much pain, though, so he supposed that was a blessing. He would have expected a lot more pain from something like this… Living buried in his video games had always given him kind of a strange view of the world, and nothing ever felt one hundred percent real to him, but he had always thought that dying, at least, would feel a bit more… substantial.
But no, there was just the dull pressure of the entry wounds—and somewhere in the back of his Wammy-trained mind, he realized that the lack of pain was probably the result of the endorphins in his body blocking the feeling for now, that he would feel the pain later except oh no he wouldn't, haha, suckers!—and his vision darkening slowly around the edges.
He really had expected something more dramatic here. A long tunnel, a white light. Buddha. Kind of a letdown, really.
Oh well. At least he had gone out like one of his video game characters—blaze of glory and all that jazz.
'How awesome would it be,' he mused as the world slowly disappeared into the haze around him, 'if it turned out that I still had three lives left?'
And then, the darkness engulfed him, and he finally thought no more.
Until he woke up, anyway.
(End Prologue)
Chapter One will probably be up tomorrow—yes, it will be longer, by approximately a metric ass-ton—and after that I'll probably go to weekly updates. Hope you enjoyed, and please let me know what you think! Thanks!