Part 2
"Degausser" - Brand New
~ Well take me, take me back to your bed
I love you so much that it hurts my head
Say I don't mind you under my skin
I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in
When we were made we were set apart
Life is a test and I get bad marks
Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins
The storm is coming, the storm is coming in~
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He did not smile as he took the picture. He did not frown. He simply let the little blinking red light speed up until the flash went off and his image showed up in front of him. Tangled, red strands of messy unbrushed hair, pale overly freckled skin and a pair of green goggles to cover his green eyes. Matt snorted. He looked terrible...but not unrecognizable.
With quick fingers and an even faster mind, he attached his image to the worm he had created. A trojan would be too easy to spot, and harder to get what he wanted out at the same time—if he did it, that is.
Matt was not crazy.
No more than the average person.
Though perhaps it might be hard to tell from what he was planning.
His gaze flickered to the time and he sighed. The evening news was only minutes away. His worm would need time. But that could work to his advantage. If it was allowed to infect its targeted systems overnight then when he executed the program it would appear at the same time everywhere; as well as be "shared", "liked" and spread even more. Social media, and curiosity over who he was-and why he would plaster his image everywhere at such a time-would do more for him than the worm alone.
His plan was simple: send out his picture to every major media platform and news station for a duration of fifteen seconds, and see if Mello cared enough to contact him. He knew that if the blond tried, he could easily do it.
Matt sat back and viewed his work. It was complete and ready to go.
-Send?-
YES / NO
He scrolled the mouse over "YES"... and hesitated. If he did this, there was no going back. No fixing the situation after. There would always be at least one copy floating around that he had not caught, was unable to delete; and if somehow all the others had not caught Kira'a attention, that one would. Though he had no record to speak of, Kira may simply get rid of him anyway. In that case, would he even last to find Mello?
His finger was poised above the mouse for the longest time.
Thoughts of Mello drifted across his mind. If he did nothing, then he still may not ever see him.
He closed his eyes and clicked.
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AN: sorry for the late post. I was just so tired after work, and then with the snow storm coming we needed to do some shopping before all the crazies infiltrated the stores XD Last part will be out tomorrow.
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Special Thanks to Reviewers: Moi, mellie, Keono
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Disclaimer: i do not own or make money from the anime Death Note, or the lyrics that inspired this part of the fic-those belong to Brand New, as stated above.
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