"Aizawa."
Near's straggled voice filled the warehouse. The look on his face was neutral.
Blank.
But Light knew that behind that calm exterior Near was furious. Light schooled his own expression so that it matched that of his comrades. It was a look of shock, pain, betrayal. It was one of the best days of Light's life.
Aizawa's scream echoed in his ears.
It was the sound of victory.
...
He didn't even realize that he was screaming. As far as Aizawa was concerned the scream came from a disembodied voice. It was as if a phantom had taken control of his body.
Because he wasn't here and this wasn't happening.
"Please," he pleaded, unsure of what he was asking for. "I was framed."
It was a weak protest, he knew that.
"How could you?" Asked Matsuda, who had collapsed to his knees with his head hanging limply.
"I didn't. It was Light, Light is Kira." Aizawa shrieked these words while pointing at the young man.
"It's over Aizawa," said Light. " You've been trying to implicates me as Kira for long enough: now your deceit is finished."
Again Aizawa heard the voice. It was an inhuman scream. The call of some wild animal. He watched in horror as his body lunged forwards at Light. His clawing hands were desperately trying to inflict damage.
"Stop him," someone called.
Yes stop me, Aizawa thought just as the bullet entered his chest and the world turned black.
...
Ryuuk was laughing.