I sat in my car staring forward, my hands gripping the wheel tightly. "Did I hear that right? It can't be…my dad isn't a criminal," I thought. "Unless…earlier…was Dad committing a crime when I called him?" None of this made sense. I got out of the car quickly and went to the trunk. I found that little LCD TV my mom got me a while ago, picking it up and getting back into the front seat. I flipped it on.

"We received word of more of Kira's killings. Tamoke Tamorra," and the newscaster proceeded down a long list. I banged my head on the wheel.

"Dad…no," I murmured. "You were the last thing in this world that mattered to me." I started to cry, when the landlady walked up to my car.

"Get off this parking spot, its for tenants only," she said. At least that's what I heard. She banged on the window twice. "Did you hear me?" I looked up at her, anger in my eyes, turning the key and driving off.

"Damn lady," I murmured. I sighed, pulling over about five blocks later. I looked out the window sadly. I saw something black out of the corner of my eye, and I opened the car door. I looked down and saw a black notebook, and I picked it up, turning to the front cover. "Death Note?" I asked silently. I looked around, but there was nobody there, not cars nor people. I opened it to see if there was a name but there was nothing. Looking at the inside cover there was some writing.

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

"The 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 will not be affected."

"If the cause of death is written within the next 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 minutes and 40 seconds."

"Is this some kind of joke?" I asked, wiping the tears from my eyes. "I wonder…" I looked at my watch, thinking. "My landlady," I whispered, writing her name down in the notebook. I looked at my watch. "Forty seconds to get there," I said, turning on the car and quickly driving to the apartment. Upon arrival, I looked at my watch. "Ten," I thought, starting the mental countdown. I looked at the door and the landlady opened it. She looked at me, hate in her eyes, when she froze.

"Help," she whispered, clutching her chest and collapsing. I smirked, before forcing a frown. "Kira got her!" I shouted before driving off. I saw a few people in the mirror. A safe distance away, I smirked and laughed maniacally.