Ashlee
Wait, wait. This is all very fascinating, of course. But let's get to the interesting part, yes? My turn, for now.
I was just finishing up a case about a mass criminal who broke into houses and stole only remotes to TV's. This was an extremely low priority case. Unfortunately, as petty as this crime was, so many people called in complaining about not having remotes to their TVs that we had to make it a top priority case. I was looking for a case to solve at this time, and when I heard about this one, I thought, "Its better than nothing", and I signed up. This criminal was an amateur. He clearly had no practice with covering his tracks. We had located him before he could steal another remote. He was put in jail before sunset, and was convicted for theft and breaking and entering. I had thought, "awesome. Case closed. Now I can send Elisabeth to go get me more food. " But no. Almost immediately after we put him in jail, he died. From a heart attack. We looked at his health record: excellent health, rarely used drugs or alcohol. He was marked as very unlikely to get a heart attack.
The police didn't think anything of it, but I began to be suspicious. What if this had something to do with the mass genocides that have occurred in the past? I, being an extremely smart, diverse researcher, quickly learned as much about past events as I could. Phrases such as "gods of death" and "shinigami" were repeated multiple times. I have heard these Japanese myths before, but it was extremely unlikely that they were real. I have done extensive research on these topics before, and nothing has ever come up.
Elisabeth had returned with my food, and gratefully I began gorging myself. She had bought an assortment of delicacies: Strawberry Savarin, Creme Caramel, Creme Puffs with Dark Chocolate Sauce, Linzer Torte, and the best of all, ice cream. The Linzer Torte is an Austrian dessert. Imagine a crumbly, flakey layer of crust, baked to perfection, followed by the careful smearing of Raspberry, redcurrant, or even apricot jam. A criss cross lattice and sliced almonds complete the pastry and create together a piece of pastry that explodes inside of your mouth with utter deliciousness at each bite. It tastes even better with an American dessert scooped on top though. The sweet, creamy, cold ice cream and the crumbly, sticky pastry combined create a delicious, perfect dessert. As I savored the food, Elisabeth filled me in with the updated police reports. I nodded thoughtfully when she mentioned me taking up the case of another mass murder. "They are having a meeting in an hour or so to discuss these seemingly innocent deaths."
"Hmm... I think you should show up at that meeting, Elisabeth. Use the laptop, so they can talk to me. You know what to do. And bring me more treats when you come back." I looked upsettingly at my empty table.
"Of course. I'll be there shortly. Be ready! And what country do you want the desserts to be from this time?"
"Um... Surprise me."
"Okay..." Elisabeth left and I sighed.
My stomach growled at me. "Feed Me! FEED ME!"
"I know, little sac of tissue. I will fill you as soon as I can."
"I am Q."
"Q?" the police chief addressed me. They were talking to me through a laptop that was similar to skype, but without the image of me. I could see them, however.
"Yes?" The voice scrambler made my voice oddly chipmunkish.
"We understand that you are willing to take this case?" She sounded confused.
"Yes. I am willing to take this case. In fact, I have already started researching this topic. The difficulty of this case lies in its unprecedented scoop, and make no mistake, we're witnessing an atrocious act of mass murder, One that is unforgivable. This case can not be solved without the full cooperation of the ICPO, that is all the police organizations you represent throughout the world. You need to make the decision to fully support the investigation. At this meeting. Also I require additional cooperation from the American National Police Security."
"What? Why America in particular?"
"I believe that the guilty party, individual or group has a strong possibility of being American. And even if their not, we can be sure they are hiding in America."
"What is all this based on?" She demanded.
"Why America, you ask? I feel I will be able to provide you evidence after direct confrontation is achieved." I smiled at their shocked faces.
"A direct confrontation?" The chief wasn't sure this was going to work.
"At any rate, I would like to have the investigation headquarters in America."
Alyson
Okay, I'm getting a bit bored. Sooo... I'm gonna speak now! So Shashi told me about this thingie that whenever someone touched the notebook, they would die! lol just kidding! She said that they would be able to see her. So I -being the paranoid girl I am- started finding a place to hide it!
"There." I said sliding the drawer closed. I then twisted the key in the lock to make sure it worked.
"What did you do?" Shashi asked looking at me curiously. I smirked at her, lifting my eyebrows in amusement.
"I hid the Death Note. Right here." gesturing to the drawer, I slid the key in and unlocked it to show my latest project. Inside was an ordinary looking diary. I had even written a couple of pages to make it look more believable. Shashi looked at me confused. "Look," I said picking up a pen. I unscrewed the top then used the ink-tube to press on a small entrance in the bottom of the drawer. After removing the 'diary', the fake bottom popped up and revealed the Death Note.
"See these metal pieces here? If they ever touch by say, someone removing the bottom by force, then the heat will ignite the oil and will blow the Death Note sky-high." Shashi grinned mischievously.
"Interesting..." she hissed while chuckling silently.
Ashlee
I sat back and grinned. Elisabeth looked at me questioningly. "What?" She finally asked.
"Well, the way I've got this set up, this Drepa will be bound to give up their location. If this works the way I've planned, then Drepa, the cause of all of these Deaths, will be forced to play his or her cards. And then the rest will be easy."
"Ah." Elisabeth murmured. "Did you like the selections I chose for you?"
"Yes. Very much. The Slovakian treats were most... unusual. Thank you." I smacked my lips as I recalled the delicious fruit dumplings, punch cake, and the tasty Veternik. "Well, time to get started."
"Of course." Elisabeth laughed as I reached for a bag of marshmallows that were tempting me throughout our conversation.
Alyson
My eyes flickered to the TV as I wrote down the name of another criminal. That made the forty-second for that day. But as I glanced to the television to see my next purification, I saw an urgent, around-the-world, message. I laid down my pencil to turn up the volume.
"Hello," The man on the TV said. "I am Q." He paused for emphasis. I felt myself start to shake. Was this the infamous 'Q' my mother had always talked about? "I realize that I have never revealed my identity before, but I felt that this would be imperative for my research. I have a message for Drepa. Drepa! I know you are out there, listening to this very message. And let me tell you, we(meaning the police and I). have no intention of slowing down our search for you. We will find you, and when we do, you will be put in jail for your crimes, because the things you are doing are EVIL!" What? I shook my head, furious. Who did he think he was? Opposing me, the new god of this realm! This was a challenge, for me directly. I felt my eyes narrow as I picked up my pencil. With a laugh, I wrote down the name of the screen.
"Oh Mr. Cole D. Quincy," I snickered, "you have made this all too easy." A smirk grew on my face. "You were fun, while you lasted." I said as the man on screen clutched his heart, one last time; as I waved goodbye to further rebellion. Cutting off the head of the snake wasn't as hard as I had originally thought.
I walked away from the TV to look out the window. The world was mine.
"Alyson." I turned to look at the reaper whom had called my name. She pointed to the screen with a small, knowing grin.
Ashlee
"And... Rolling!" Came the voice over the laptop. I chuckled to myself as the plan went into action. Quickly we went through the motions, and when the man keeled over, dead, I realized that all of my predictions were correct. The screen switched to my original background, an embroidered scarlet letter, and I quickly talked into the mic. "I had to test this just in case, but I... I never thought it would actually happen! Drepa! It seems you can kill people without having to be there in person! I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't just witnessed it. Listen to me, Drepa. If you did indeed kill Cole D. Quincy, that man you just saw die on the TV, I should tell you that he was an inmate whose execution was scheduled for today. That was not me. The police arrested him in absolute secrecy, so you wouldn't have heard about him on TV or through the internet. It appears that even YOU do not have access to all of the information about all of these types of criminals.
But I assure you, Q. is real. I DO exist. Now. Try to kill ME!" I waited a few seconds, and then continued, "What's wrong, come on right now, kill me! Come on! Do it! Kill me! Can't you do it?" I continued saying things such as this for at LEAST 40 seconds, which was approximately the amount of time it took for Quincy to die. "Wow. Drepa, It seems you can't kill me after all. So there ARE some people you can't kill. You've given me a useful hint!" I said the last sentence almost teasingly, as if this was the most important information in the world.
It was, indeed, important. "Let me return the favor. I'm going to share something with you that you might find interesting. Although this was announced as a worldwide broadcast, the truth is, we are only broadcasting in the eastern region of America. I had planned to have this broadcasted around the world, until I found you, but it seems this won't be necessary. I now know where you are. The police have treated your first killing as an unrelated incident. But in actuality, one of your first victims was a criminal in New York. Of all of the criminals that recently died by heart attack, this one's crime was by far the least serious.
"Furthermore, this crime was only broadcasted by the federal police inside of America. I used that information to deduce this much: You are in America, and your first victim was little more than an... experiment, which means you haven't been killing for very long. We decided to broadcast in New York first, because of it's large population, and luckily, we found you. To be completely honest with you, I never expected things to go this well, but it won't be too long before I will be able to sentence you... to death.
"And actually I am very interested in finding out how you are able to commit these murders without being present, but I don't mind waiting a little bit longer. You can answer all of my questions when I catch you. Lets meet again soon, Drepa." The line went dead, But I still sat forward, staring at the laptop with intensity. After a couple of moments, thinking about what this could mean, I said fervently, "Drepa. I will hunt you down and I WILL eliminate you. I am-
"JUSTICE!"
Alyson
I had to remember to breathe. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see how shocked I really looked in the mirror that hung above my dresser. How could I be so stupid?! In a fit of fury, I slammed my fists onto the desk, making the cup of pens spill over. He had gotten me! 'Q' had gotten me! I had to brush back tears as I glanced to Shashi. She gave me an indifferent look, as she ate the grapes I had given her earlier. I needed a better look into this situation. As I calmed, I pulled the Death Note into my lap and turned to the news again. Something about a kidnapping played, but I absorbed none of it. My thoughts were racing. They knew I was in New York; they knew my first victim, and Q was still alive. I looked up with a smile that Shashi said even scared her. I was going to win. The good side had just taken it's first blow from the bad, but I was going to get back up and be stronger. Evil, me? No. They were the evil ones. And Evil never won. It was always good. Justice always won. So that meant I was going to win, right? "After all," I murmured. "I am JUSTICE!"