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Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note

I walked into a store, thinking that I could steal a bit of food. This was basically my daily life. I would steal, run, and leave. Of course, I didn't do it three times a day, seeing as it would be tiring, so I would just do it two times a day, skipping "lunch."

Obviously, I couldn't steal entire meals, so I would just take things such as chips or canned food.

As I was saying, I walked into the store, accidentally bumping into a man. "Sorry," I mumbled quietly, walking past him. I went behind an aisle, out of everybody's sight, and grabbed canned beans. I put the can in my pocket and turned to leave.

However, there was a firm grip on my arm preventing me from doing so.

I looked up and saw the man who I had bumped into.

"May I help you?" I asked innocently.

He smirked at me,"I saw you put that can in your pocket. Don't worry, I won't tell."

This is when I looked at him more closely, examining him. He had shaggy brown hair and muddy green eyes.

He obviously wanted something from me. "What do you want?" I hissed angrily.

"Huh? I don't want anything... Well, I do want one thing. I want to help you."

I glared at him, and he asked,"Do you have a place to stay?"

I was about to lie and say that I did, but he rolled his eyes, saying,"Nevermind. I know you don't." He then proceeded to drag me out of the store. He took me to his car and told me to get in. My heart was racing;I was on high alert. I knew I couldn't trust him;I couldn't trust anyone.

"What do you want?" I asked again.

He rolled his eyes and repeated,"I want to help you."

He then drove us to what seemed like his house. It was when we were inside and he locked the door that I noticed he had a knife in his pocket. I gasped, and he apparently heard it because he clamped his hand over my mouth,"You are to stay silent and do as I say. Understand?" My eyes were wide, and I feebly nodded. "Good." He took his hand off my mouth, putting handcuffs on me.

I tried to kick him, but he caught my leg and twisted it.

He ordered me to strip, holding the knife to my throat. Afraid of what would happen, I raised both hands and then tried taking the knife. We both struggled against each other, but my strength was no match for his.

That's when a miracle happened.

The man suddenly clutched the skin above his heart, clawing at it as though he were in pain. He then went limp.

I was staring at him in terror when a black notebook fell out of nowhere. I was about to reach for it, but I realized that I was still wearing handcuffs.

I shakily got the key from his pocket and unlocked the handcuffs. As soon as I finished, I dug his phone out of his jacket and called 911.

"911, what is your emergency?"

As soon as I heard those words, I dropped the phone, grabbed the notebook, and ran, knowing that they would track the call and send some troops over.

Once I was sure I was far enough away from the scene, I read the rules.

As soon as I finished reading it, I scoffed. What kind of loser would make this up? Then again... Why did the man just suddenly die? What if this was actually real? What if it was the cause of his death?

Not knowing if it was real or not, I decided that I wouldn't test it. If it was real and I had written a name, I would become an actual murderer... Not done in self defense. Better safe than sorry, right? Besides, I didn't want to become power-hungry.

I sighed, thinking about how the police would probably look around, trying to find the reason as to why they died.

They would most likely find my fingerprints and automatically think I did something.

I knew that I had to leave before that happened. So, I took out my phone and dialled somebody who I had once met. I didn't know him very well, but I knew that he would be able to help me.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Oliver. It's me, Emily." Of course I had to use an alias... I didn't exactly trust anybody enough to tell them my real name.

"Oh, hey, Em. How can I help you?"

"I need a fake passport. Can you make me one?"

"Yeah, sure, by when?"

"Tomorrow."

I heard him sigh,"Well, I don't know if I can make it that fast..."

"Oliver," I said in a demanding tone.

"Yeah, okay, I'll see what I can do."

After discussing the details such as where we would meet up and at what time, I hung up.

I needed money, and fast. I didn't have much money, only about a hundred dollars. I needed more. (I don't know yow much the flight would actually cost, so please bare with me)

So, the next morning, as people were on their way to work, I pickpocketed the wallets from some snobby-looking people. I felt a bit guilty, but I needed the money.

Once I had enough money, I went to the library to use the computers. Once I checked the flights, I saw that the soonest flight I could get on was the next day at 7 am.

As soon as I got all the information I needed, I left the library and walked around on the streets until it was 8pm. At that time, I started heading toward the alley which Oliver and I had agreed to meet at.

As soon as I arrived, I noticed that he had arrived before me.

Without a word, he handed me the passport, and I gave him about $200. As soon as we had given each other what we wanted, we both walked out and left our separate ways.

The next morning, I woke up at 5, knowing that it was a long walk from the alley to the airport.

I gulped, knowing that I had to do it.

I was going to Japan.

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