Author's Note: See, I told you that it will be longer.
This next chapter will involve Justin using the Death Note for the first time, mirrioring the events in Chapter One. But in the following chapter, I hint at the "flaws" of his family members.
And yes, I'm basically streching out the first chapter through multiple chapters. I'm taking a slower pace, so I can develop Justin, and the world around him.

Justin looked at the Death Note on his desk. The desk was positioned near his bedroom window, which overlooked the street. One side of his bed was positioned next to the wall. The walls were a medium-light blue. Next to him was the computer, and his TV was on the other side of him.

Looking intently at the Death Note, Justin read all of the rules:

"The human whose name is written in this note shall die."

"This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name shall not be affected."

"If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen."

"If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack."

"After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 and 40 seconds."

There were no other rules, "This guy has to be very emo and obsessed," Justin thought. He brushed his hand across the cover, "Feels stony, yet it's smooth, like leather. What materials is this cover made of?" The pages felt thick, yet bendable. The ink was a purplish-black hue.

"I'll just put it in the Lost-and-Found later," Justin decided, "I need to work on my chemistry homework anyways." For the rest of the hour, he ignored the Death Note.

Yet, he didn't put it away.

Justin was sixteen years old, and he was intelligent, yet shy. He has dark brown hair and a slender build. He was of medium height and his skin was pale. He had an uncertain look in his face, yet it looked like he knew something that the observer did not.

In short, Justin was similar to L, but yet so different…

After dinner, Justin looked at the Death Note again. It laid in the same position that it was in when he last saw it. It looked forlorn, even though it was only an inanimate object. Or was it? Justin was absolutely spooked by the very concept of the Death Note; the ability to kill someone anywhere at any time by any means.

Justin closed his eyes, "I could throw it in the garbage bin. The person who made this would be frustrated, but he could always make another one. Or buy one. But what would my sister think if she goes rummaging through the trash again?"

A minute later, Justin made his decision, "I'll just write in it, just once. Just to prove that it is fake so I will be able to sleep tonight." Justin picked it up and took out a sharpened pencil out of a jar, "Now, who should I kill, so I'll know right away?"

"I know, I'll watch the news!"

Turning the TV on, Justin took a seat and opened the Death Note. He switched the channel to one of the local news stations and saw a female reporter on-scene.

"This is Chastity Pure, reporting live on the scene outside Kangaroo Headquarters," Chastity pointed at the building behind her, "A few hours ago; a repeat offender named Lucas Pent took five executives of the local company Kangaroo Toys. He had been arrest three times for drunk driving and had jumped bail this morning. Pent is reported to be armed and is holding the executives for ransom."

On the screen was the picture of Lucas Pent. He was a gaunt man in his forties.

"If you have any information concerning Lucas Pent, call…"

"I'll write his name down." Picturing the criminal in his mind, he wrote down the name:

"Lucas Pent,"

Justin glanced at the clock next to the computer, "He should be dead in forty seconds,"

For forty long seconds, Justin was nervous to see the results. After forty seconds, he looked at the TV. Nothing."

"Looks like its fake," Justin reached for the Death Note so he could throw it out. But then Chastity yelled, "Look! The executives are exiting the building. They seem unharmed!"

On the screen, a squad of SWAT members rushed into the building. A minute of anticipation past as Justin stared at the screen, scared of what might have happened. Then the SWAT team emerged.

"This is just in viewers!" Chastity announced. "Lucas Pent had collapsed and is presumed dead,"

Justin gaped at the TV and back at the Death Note before thinking, "He died of a heart attack. It could just be a coincidence. I need to prove it on someone else…"

Rushing down the stairs, Justin saw his mom in the living room, vacuuming the tan- colored carpet. She glanced at him and turned it off when she saw that Justin was carrying his bag. The bag was black and was used for everyday things not concerning school.

"Where are you going?" Justin's mom asked. She was a mid-age woman with long black graying hair and a tall body. She wore white rubber gloves and an apron over a pink dress.

If she wasn't a housewife, she would've been a maid, due to her neatness.

"I need to get something for a project," Justin lied, showing no indication of his true purpose, "I'm only going to the commercial district next to us."

"Okay," his mom said, "Be careful, and be back by nine. I'll make sure your sister doesn't get into your room," she then turned the vacuum back on and continued cleaning.

Justin left the house and went into the dark but lighted streets, "Good thing I'm a good actor," he thought, "Even though almost nobody knows it."

Turning left, he continued to think about what he was doing, "I think I am going a little overboard. I don't really need to do this, do I?

"Oh, well, I already told Mom I'm getting something for a project. No turning back now."

A few minutes later, Justin was walking past several stores with various items. Even at night, there were plenty of people walking and driving by. Colored lights adorned the signs, broadcasting their purpose. In the crowd of walk-byers, no body would've spot Justin unless they were looking.

"Where should I go?" he thought, looking around. He then saw a comic book store that had a fair amount of people, "I know! I'll go there!"

He entered it and headed towards a magazine rack. Inside it, there were very few employees. However, one of the employees was hitting on a girl.

"Come on, sweetie!" said the employees, flirting with a girl ten years younger than him, "It'll be fun!"

"Go away, sicko," the girl began to walk away, but then the man grabbed her shoulder then turned her around, "Do not leave!" Everyone was staring at him.

Making sure to not attach any attention, Justin looked at the name tag of the soon-to-be criminal, who forgot to take it off. His name was Xavier Thompson, "He's the ideal target." Squinting at the name tag, he took out a pencil and wrote down the name.

Xavier Thompson, Traffic accident

He closed it and put the magazine back. His digital watch said 8:04, exactly, "Now, what will happen?"

Thirty-five seconds:

Xavier let go of the woman and turned away from her.

Thirty seconds.

He then silently walked to the exit; everyone was still staring at him.

Twenty seconds.

The door let out a ping as he opened the door, and exited. The street was full of cars. He started to walk to the intersection to his right. Justin followed him.

Ten seconds.

Xavier was now at the intersection. He looked like he was weeping. The walk signal turned red.

Five seconds.

He took a step.

Four seconds.

And ran right into traffic, trying to go someplace else. He ignored the cars.

Three…two…one…

A truck screeched and hit the man head-on, flinging him in the air and killing him instantly. All traffic ceased, and everyone was silent, including Justin.

Zero seconds. Xavier Thompson was dead.

Shocked, Justin started at the scene. Several people gathered around at the point of impact and the corpse of the victim ten feet away. His head was snapped, and a pool of blood formed next to him. The person in the truck jumped out, and ran from the scene. Emergency vehicles blared in the distance, the sound increasing in volume as they got closer.

A wave of stress went through Justin as he examined the scene. Hyperventilation began, and his breathing rate tripled. With that, he developed a pounding headache. His hands shaked as he looked at the Death Note.

"Tha-that proves it. It-it really works!" Panicking, the now-murderer ran as fast as he can. Away from the scene. Away from what he done.

As he ran back home, he thought, "I, I killed two people.

"I am a murderer.

"Both of them were bad people; they deserved to die. The first one was a criminal, kidnapping those executives for money. But that second person, he was just mentally sick. That girl could've overpowered him. That guy could have gotten help.

"Like my older brother.

"I need to do something about it. I need to dispose of the notebook."

Justin then stopped and stared at the Death Note. It was a weapon.

"Wait, I can't get rid of it yet. What if someone gets it and he is mentally sick? I would be responsible for creating a serial killer.

"Not yet. I need to keep the Death Note, as it is my responsibility."

With that, Justin continued to run home.

More Author's Note: Did you find that chilling? I took some time into putting more details into Justin's reaction, since he just lost his innocence, right?
If you are wondering, Justin's sister has kleptomania, and his mom is super OCD. But about his brother...
Oh, and I put a little thought into at least one of the names. Do you know that the name Chastity is one of the Seven Virtues?
Two chapters uploaded in one day, I'll try to create a third.