A/N:Originally meant as oneshot, but I just had too many ideas. I'm very busy at the moment so chapters will be short and updated infrequently, but it will get done eventually.
There was only evil in the strange land. Bodies propped up by spears, skeletons littered a desolate sandy ground and undead vultures circled the sky. Matsuda shook wondering how he got to the strange place, and how he could quickly get away. He tried to run, but his body did not obey him, and he found himself walking to a pool of black sludge. A body slowly rose from it, a young man with bullet holes in his body that oozed with blood. He grasped at his chest and, lips twitching looked at Matsuda.
"You, you did this..." he growled with contempt. Out from the gray ground, two rotting corpses climbed up and seized Matsuda. One was a woman with short black hair, her body mostly burnt away, but what was left of her face was mournful, as though at the moment of her death she had truly lost all hope. The other was the corpse was of a man with wild black hair, blood drying his suit and an expression permanently contorted in anguish. Both the corpses twisted Matsuda's arms behind his back, and forced him down on his knees. The young man stepped closer to him, wiping the blood from his brown hair. He pulled out a dagger and began to laugh wildly.
"Light..." Matsuda choked out, as he saw the bodies had morphed into all the people who had died because of him, Kira. There was Lind L. Tailor and what seemed to be thousands other criminals who clutched at their chests, Naomi Misora's eye's bulged from their sockets, and head bowed limply. But the one that truly made Matsuda tremble were the bodies of L and Soricho Yagami. L's head twitched like he was looking away. Sorichio's expression was peaceful, until he opened his eyes and stared at Light in an expression caught between rage and anguish.
"Goodbye Matsuda," Light burst into maniacal laughter again as he plunged the dagger through Matsuda's heart, and the screams of thousands echoed in his ears.