Chapter Eighteen Routine
The next day was the same as always. I got up at 7:30 and went to the shop. I had lunch break at noon and went to a little restaurant on the corner not far from my job. It was the same old boring day.
I was allowed to leave at around 8:00, which was when we closed up shop.
I should have known there was something wrong the moment I walked out of the shop. I turned and grabbed the key from my pocket, slipping it into the lock and twisting it until I heard the click. I longed to hear the sound of a lock pick resounding in that lock, but I quickly brushed the feeling off and turned around. There was one lamppost not far away. It was already getting dark: the sky was just turning a deep blue, and the light of the lamppost was the main source of light. It was a small road, so there were no cars around.
I began walking down the street, eyeing the main road, which lay just 50 feet ahead. It was darker now: without the light of that lamppost to guide my way, I felt vulnerable. I had a vary bad feeling about tonight: something was wrong. I couldn't shake it.
It happened when I was only about 30 feet from the main road. There was a small intersection that I had to pass. Just as my foot stepped into the road, a loud screeching noise made me jump backwards in shock. A sleek black car dove in front of me from the side road. The windows were tinted a deep black, preventing me from seeing inside. I clutched my purse tightly over my shoulder, finally realizing that horrible gut feeling that had been building up inside me since the moment I woke up.
I backed away, staring at the car in fear, and turned to run when a voice cut through the air, "So you really are here, Alice. I hadn't expected to see you in Japan: I thought you had returned to England like you said."
I stopped in my tracks, and turned slowly around to face the man who was now getting out of the car.
"L-Light...?" I exclaimed shortly, my fear turning into surprise and alternating back to terror again.
The well dressed man smiled that shrewd smile, which I could just barely make out due to the lack of light, and stepped forward, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a gun.
But he didn't do anything with it: he merely gazed at it in apprehension, as if waiting for something to happen.
"You lied to me," he said, turning his eyes back to me. To my surprise, he didn't look mad in the least, "You were working for Near, right? I had a feeling you weren't who you said you were."
My eyes narrowed, and I stood straighter to show my fear was now nonexistent, "What does it matter now?"
Light laughed softly and resumed speaking as if he hadn't heard me, "And what's more, you're an infamous criminal, the Thief Luck. What was I thinking, allowing you to stay with the Task Force for so long?"
He continued laughing, and I fisted my hand in annoyance, unsure whether he was amused at me or himself.
"However," he said, suddenly turning serious, "I'm not displeased at you, Alice. When you were working with me, I had fun. That's why I'm gonna let you in on a little secret."
That bad feeling had risen again. I didn't speak, and he began talking again, pretending not to notice my shaky hands.
He stepped closer, to me, reaching out and taking my hand softly in his. His touch seemed to calm me, though I hated to admit it, and I began remembering just how much of a gentleman he was, regardless of whether he was truly Kira or not.
But the sense of security didn't last long, because Light suddenly pulled me into him. Confusion filled me, but it was washed away as soon as I felt the tip of the gun press to my head.
I gasped in surprise and Light chuckled, moving the gun so that it rested securely on the temple of my head.
Defiance clouded me, and I opened my mouth to arrogantly ask, "So what now? Are you going to kill me?"
He smirked and pulled away slightly to gaze at me. I noticed how the gun still hadn't been removed from it's place on my head.
"Not yet," he murmured, and pressed his lips to mine in a shrewd kiss. I didn't respond: I didn't kiss him back and yet I didn't pull away. I didn't want to upset him and drive him over the edge.
"What was your little secret?" I asked as he pulled away. My voice was hard and annoyed.
He only chuckled and answered, "I'm kidnapping you."
With that, he pulled away and grabbed my arm, pointing the gun at the back of my head and forcing me toward the car.
"Get in," he ordered, opening the passenger's side. I complied, not liking the thought of going with him, where I was most vulnerable. Still...I didn't think he would do anything to me. Not yet, like he said.
He slid into the driver's side and started the engine before pulling out into the main road and zooming toward the one building I had hoped I would never have to enter again.
The Task Force...
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