Disclaimer: L and all related people and ideas are not mine. Anything related to Assassins Game is mine. Any relation to a live person is either coincidence or is done with permission from the person. Do not sue.

For the sake of my poor overworked brain this will be taking place between the L.A. BB Murder Cases and the Death Note storyline. If this breaks the timeline I no longer care. Although I do believe L.A. BB Murder Cases end in late August 2002 and Death Note starts Middle of December 2003.

From now on this story is in the past. This means that everything you are reading already happened and L is still flashing back like he was in the previous chapter. this will continue until the final chapter.

It was midnight in Louisiana and Ernesto Flores was walking home from a wonderful date with his girlfriend Ana Ross. They had been together since Ernesto's senior year in high school and had been going strong ever since, despite the fact that Ana goes to college in Georgia and Ernesto in Louisiana. There was no one else on the street despite the fact that this town was usually one of the most crowded. The fact that everything was almost perfectly silent except for the sound of his and Ana's footsteps unsettled Ernesto. He only remembered one other time anything was this quiet and that was when he almost lost his life back in college.

Ernesto thought back to those days and about what he had learned at school. Really, the thought that someone could hide what he had learned for the majority of the town was quite a shocker. Ernesto slipped off into his memories. His body continued walking forward on instinct, imitating Ana's movements.

Ana looked up at her boyfriend with a sad sort of smile. They had been going steady for so long she didn't know what she would do without him. Well, she knew what she would do she just didn't like what she would have to do. She had lead him down this street knowing that no one else would be out that night. She knew one of them wouldn't be leaving this town tonight and that this date would end in disaster. She had something to do and some promises to keep so she couldn't stop now. With another sad smile Ana blanked her face before putting on the mask of a happy girlfriend and twirling around to face her boyfriend.

"Hey Ernesto?" She questioned. "Wanna play a game?"

"Yeah Anna, but you must know I have never lost at any game ever." He replied

She gave him a smirk that shouted disbelief and with a fire in her eyes declared, "I bet I can get to the end of the alley before you." And with that she ran ahead laughing as loud as she could. Ernesto stared at her for a second before joining in on her laughter and running after her. He caught up with her at the end of a blocked alley where she stood bent over as if she was trying to catch her breath. Coming up quietly behind her he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. She laughed and squealed but in her eyes all you could see was darkness. Ernesto never knew what hit him. After a few seconds Ana emerged from the alley alone. she seemed normal but as she walked you could see a faint red outline of her footprints following her as she left Louisiana, and all the memories it held, behind.

Over in South Carolina a similar scene was happening. A tall, muscled black man was walking hand in hand with a small seemingly weak blonde girl who was swinging a bright red tote bag that she never left home without. Owen Dorns-Collins and Cassady Rolins had been together for four years now and even though both were still in college Owen had planned to propose tonight. Cassady had been the love of his life for so long. Even when he acted like an idiot she had stood by him. Although she would never learn of his darkest secret he knew he could trust her with everything else in his life.

Cassady had come down from North Carolina to met her boyfriend because he said he had something important to tell her. She had agreed to come not because she wanted to know what he had to say but because she had another commitment. It was surprising really that her job which she loved so much would give her the opportunity to take care of some problems she had been having recently.

The two continued to walk hand in hand down a lamp light street lined with big old houses and tall trees. It was a quiet area and the two planned on having some time alone together before moving back towards the lights and sounds of a big city. With the stars twinkling down Owen decided it was time. He pulled Cassady over to a bench placed by the road. Proposing at a bus stop wasn't the most romantic thing in the world but it would have to do. He knew she wouldn't really care for all the ruckus proposing in a populated area would cause.

"Cassady. Do me a favor and sit down on the bench over there." Said Owen.

Cassady rolled her eyes a little even though he couldn't see them because he was towering over her at the moment. She may be blonde but sometimes the insinuation that she couldn't think got to be too much, even when people didn't realize they were doing it. Of course she would sit down, why else would he lead her to a bench. With some grumbling done under her breath Cassady sat down and affixed her gaze to her mildly sweating boyfriend. Though he couldn't see it she gave a little smirk. She knew what he was planning. She had all the information and seeing that much money leave his bank account she knew exactly what he was planning. She pulled her tote bag closer to herself and reached inside for the handle of her favorite accessory.

"What is it Owen?" She asked sweetly while reaching forward with the hand not in her tote bag.

At the same time Owen reached into his pocket and pulled out the little velvet box. Cracking it open he asked while still looking down, "Will you marry me?" and looked up only to see a look on his girlfriends face that he would never forget.

A few minutes later Cassady walked into town by herself. Her bag seemed a bit darker red then before and a clear rain coat covered in what looked like flecks of red paint could be seen sticking out of thebag. She skipped through town with a happy smoile on her face. On her finger was an engagement ring made of bright red rubies and brilliant diamonds. Owen was nowhere to be seen.

Back in Washington D.C. L was eating his way through a mountain of sweets. He had gone through the other fourteen case files to find nothing.

Jennifer Comp in New Mexico, Samantha Frank in West Virginia, Paula Shultz in Tennessee, Grace Kaufman in Arizona, David Maxfield in Virginia and Kenny Fama in Texas were all dead with a slice across their throat and wrists, left in a public area with an A.G. note that held an open book. Just like Melanie Varillas they had a folder filled with their information left open in their chests.

Then there were Brock Weinstein and Luke Johnson in North and South Dakota respectively. Both had been strangled to death and left on the doorsteps of churches. The A.G. cards they had contained the picture of a beaded bracelet and like the book killings they also held a folder of their own information.

Olivia Konskier, a twenty-year-old college student studying in Mississippi was found with a beat in face and a note with comedy tragedy masks and the now expected A.G. and folder.

William Smith and Amy Stoltzenberg of Minnesota and Ohio respectively were found with slit stomachs and a paintbrush drawn onto the A.G. cards that had been stapled to the folders. These two victims had been left posed by the nearest lake in proximity to their home. The almost seemed to be modeling for someone when they had died.

In Nebraska a student by the name of Richard Jones, and In Missouri a student by the name of Scott Barat had been found dead partially buried by the side of a major highway with the customary note and folder this time containing a picture of clown shoes colored seemingly by hand in neon highlighters.

Finally Sarah Roth who was going school in Florida and Rachel Preston who was going to school in Oregon had been found on tennis courts dead due to blunt force trauma. They had the note and folder like every other death but these cards held a bright yellow tennis ball. Both were wearing tennis clothes and had worked up a sweat so the crime had been committed either during the game or shortly after, but that was as far as he had gotten on those cases.

Besides the matching information folders and cards found on all the victims the only real similarity between the victims was the fact that all of them went to college. L was about to go over their information when a four o'clock news special came on. Looking up L's eyes widened when a picture of the A.G. cards came up behind the newscaster.

"We interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you shocking news. The random killings that have come to college students across America are apparently related. Just now two new bodies were found and each had a card in their chest that had the letters A and G. Both Ernesto Flores who was attending college in Louisiana and Owen Dorns-Collins in South Carolina have been found dead. The images are so graphic that I cannot even describe them. Please if you know anything about the crime dial the number on your screen. Thank you, we will now return to our regularly scheduled program."

L stared at the T.V. as it switched back to whatever show had been on. His mind was racing going over possible leaks in the police headquarters and in the F.B.I. coming up with a 17% chance that someone had leaked and a 76% chance that the media had just seen the cards and put 2 and 2 together. Biting his thumb L got up from his crouch on the sofa and walked quickly towards the kitchen. He needed to solve this case before more innocent civilians lost their life to this crazy madman, if only there were more clues or better connections.

Reaching the kitchen L sighed tiredly as he realized he was out of strawberry cheesecake.

"If only." He muttered before grabbing the chocolate cake and heading back to his room.

Over in Massachusetts in a college dorm room a college junior turned in her chair to stare at her computer after watching the newest announcement about the so called A.G. murders. She quickly sent of an e-mail to one of the most powerful men in the world. Quietly she hummed a song about blood on the floor while waiting. Within a minute she got an e-mail back with one word. A simple black "yes".

With an exclamation of joy she minimized the window and pulled up the program her roommate had made for her. Typing up a short note and sending a mass e-mail to all the news reporters in the country as well as to every college student in the system she sat back and waited for the fireworks.

All over the country hardworking reporters and newscasters looked up at the ping of an incoming e-mail. Opening them they were meet with one line.

The Assassin Games have begun

All over the country college students looked up from studying or partying to see incoming e-mail. Opening the e-mail they were meet with the greatest news in the world.

The Assassin Games have begun

The students immediately dropped what they were doing and headed back to their dorms. There was planning to do and a game to begin. No one would know what hit them.

In a hotel room in New York a tired detective got an e-mail. Seeing it was from the college he was signed up for as cover if needed he ignored it. If only he had opened that e-mail. L left the room and his notes on the A.G. cases behind. Maybe if he worked on some other cases he would be better equipped for working on his hardest case. It could be that his inability to solve this current case was due to looking at it too hard. As L solved other cases around the world the U.S. slowly dissolved into cases. After all,

The Assassin Games have begun.

AN: So second chapter up pretty fast. So here you finally meet the main character when she isn't dying and you learn more about some of the key assassins later on. Next time hopefully we will meet the FBI team L will be working with.

EDIT: So this story will be on hold for a while. whenever chapter three comes up will be whenever I figure out what happens. I have about half a chapter written but thats it. I edited this chapter but that's all I have, sorry.

R&R please

IA