A/N- Well, finally I'm back with this story, and you have no idea how much I've wanted to get back to writing fanfiction for all you lovely people! This story has literally not been planned at all and I only have a vague idea where I'm going with this. Anyway: I hope you enjoy the first chapter of Students and Murderers.
DISCLAIMER- Death Note? Do I own you? Nope.
16/9/13
Dear reader, I hope that you can understand the danger that I am putting myself in for your benefit. If I am found out, then I will be killed and all evidence that proves I existed will be destroyed. Anyone who knew me who isn't in Wammy House will be disposed of and my whole family will suddenly just disappear. I will become nothing. But you need to know, everyone needs to know what is happening in this goddamn school. I will continue documenting my life until the day I die, even if I will be murdered violently if I am discovered. Maybe they'll run me over with my car.
Sucks, huh? That's what this place is like; that's how they treat us. I've been here almost my whole life and I can barely remember my family or what my mother looks like. I don't remember what colour her eyes were, how her face looked when she smiled and what her perfume smelled like. I know I had a little sister, but I can't remember her name. I think she looked a little like me, but how much I have no idea. I don't remember where I lived or which school I went to. I know nothing about my life from before Wammy's, only the little that they told me. Which wasn't much. They told me my father was a banker, and that it was their fault that I'm here. Apparently, my parents sold me to the school when I was only three. I'm not sure whether I believe that.
Anyway, I really need to stop babbling on. That isn't the point of this documentation. I'm here to tell you about the hell that I am being forced to live in. The danger that they are putting children in. Children as young as 3 are being forced to kill to survive.
I'll start with the day I met Mello; it seems as good as any day to start with. Maybe even better. Mello is the same age as me, and has been at Wammy's ever since he was 10. He is one of the fiercest people I have ever met and his victims are so numerous that I can't count them all. His preferred weapon is a knife, or the biggest hand pistol he can find. He has seven guns, fifteen knives and of course, his collection of explosives. He smells of death. I don't know how he can possibly smell like death, but he does. I guess it sticks to all of that blonde hair of his.
There's one thing that you should know about Mello; he hates everyone. You have absolutely no idea. The thought of talking to anyone but me frustrates the living hell out of him. He despises everyone, and he distrusts everyone. That's what Wammy's teaches us though, to distrust everyone. You never know, they could be the one who kills you. Mello takes it to the extreme and won't let anyone get close to him. He trusts me because I'm smart, and I think that's the only reason he talks to me. I'm not Lawliet smart, or even Beyond smart. I'm smart, smart. Before he came to Wammy's, I stayed low enough down on the rankings so that I wouldn't be a target for anyone trying to get ahead quickly. I stayed in the middle of the table; unnoticeable. No one paid any attention to me, and that's how I stayed alive for years. When Mello came, he formed an alliance with me; which means we watch each other's backs. That meant I could show off, be as good as I could be, and I'd have someone watching out for me.
He's terrifying, and no one has ever tried to kill him. Not after the last time, but I'll get to that later. When people realised that I was a threat, they tried to get rid of me but Mello looked after me and we protected each other. No one dares touch Mello anymore, and people only try to get rid of me if they're being either brave or stupid. Usually both.
It wasn't like that in the beginning though, I remember the first day he came to Wammys, and they decided that Mello would share my room with me. I was sitting alone on the window ledge polishing the barrel of my sniper gun. That's my field, I'm a sniper. I'm a brilliant sniper and I've never missed a shot, though I guess that's not something to be proud of. Definitely not. It was a rainy day, so I was muddy from the morning drill and I hadn't yet showered. My red hair was mostly brown from when Beyond pushed me into the mud after I beat him in the race. It was one of those rare days when I wasn't wearing my goggles.
The next thing I remember is Rodger dragging a blonde boy into my room. He was screaming in Russian, fighting, biting, kicking just to get away. It was no use. Once they've found you, once they've got you into the building you're theirs. Simple as. I watched with mild interest, only paying as much attention that I could be bothered to. I've always been lazy. When I first saw Mello, I don't know exactly what I was thinking. I saw a blonde, skinny kid who obviously wasn't willing to simply follow the rules and obey orders. I was worried at first, to be honest. The kids who don't obey never lasted long, and always got loads of people killed.
"Matt, this is Mello," Rodger told me, still restraining the 10 year old in his arms, "He'll be staying in your room."
"But..." I almost protested, but a look from Rodger silenced me, "Yes sir."
"And before I leave you two alone, I'm locking you both in for the night." Rodger added flippantly, as if he'd told hundreds of children this over the years, "Tell him the rules Matt, and don't leave anything out. By tomorrow, I expect him to know everything about this place. If he doesn't, you'll both get whipped tomorrow before breakfast."
"Yes, sir."
Rodger threw Mello at me and slammed the door shut behind him. The clicking of the lock was final. Mello was a Wammy student for the rest of his life.
"Why did you just agree with him, why not just say no?" Mello asked angrily, back then he couldn't understand that you just do what you're told. He'd asked me in Russian, but I answered in English. It just seemed natural after that to only speak Russian together when we didn't want anyone to know our plans.
"Because." I answered simply, I was too busy cleaning my gun to be bothered to pay any attention to him
"That's not an answer, and why do you have that thing?" Mello retorted. I remember glaring at him like he was stupid, like he didn't understand anything, "Isn't that a sniper rifle."
"Didn't they tell you anything about this place?" I asked something along those lines, it's a little hard to remember sometimes
"No, where even are we?"
"England." I placed my gun carefully down on the window sill and turned to face the blonde boy I had just met, "This place is a school, almost."
"Almost?"
"It's a school for assassins. This whole place is to train us to kill and become the best assassins in the world, and when we leave we can be hired by mafia groups, governments and other groups. Some can be hired by private contractors, but that's only if you're really good as what you do."
"Killing?" Mello asked, he didn't believe me at first, "You're training to kill people?"
"Not just training." Mello raised an eyebrow at me in question, "There's only a few rules in this place. The first is always obey what the teachers tell you, and don't question. The second is never tell anyone about your life. The third is kill or be killed. Students here will do anything to get a head, get higher in the rankings. The only way to do that is either get hired and complete missions, or kill the person who's a head of you. It can happen anywhere, at any time. At night, during the shower sessions, training sessions, anywhere. You never know who's planning to get rid of you."
"So how do you stay alive?" Mello asked, almost like he was impressed with me. He was at first, he even looked up to me. The moment he over took me however, that all changed
"You be the best killer you can be." I answered quietly, "Pick a weapon and train. Become the best fighter you can and become a master in the art of killing. Run the fastest you can, and run faster. Fight the hardest and then fight harder. Never stop fighting, always be on the lookout, learn your weakness and turn them into your strengths. Pick your allies carefully and your enemies even more so."
"That sounds..."
"Impossible, ruthless, insane, cruel, painful?"
"Yeah... that."
"It is!" I think I laughed at that point, just because of how ironic it was, "But it's the only way to survive. I've been here since I was three, and it's the only because of those rules that I'm alive."
"Do you have allies, Matt?" Mello asked me, I could see something that looked like decisiveness in his eyes.
"No, I don't trust anyone here. That's the way forward, I think."
"I want to be allies with you Matt," I remember thinking that this blonde Russian was insane, and that even though I had no idea what this boy was capable of I was going to say yes.
"Why would I agree to that, I've never even see you fight. How do I know that I'll benefit from this?"
"My parents were part of the mafia, I was forced to be part of it all. I never had to watch my back though, my parents were the bosses. I was protected, I need someone who knows how to watch their back, need someone to teach me everything."
"Okay, so what's your weapon choice?" I asked, which was a valid question at the time
"Huh?"
"I have my sniper rifle; I'm a sniper. Beyond has his knives, Lawliet uses a crossbow and hatchet. Linda fights with a set of swords with poison on the blades. What's your choice, what do you fight with?"
"Pistols. Guns in general really, I don't really have one specific one that I use."
"Okay."
"What?"
"I'll be your ally, I'll teach you everything you need to know to survive in this place. I'll show you the ropes." I never came to regret this decision, not for a moment. Seven years later, and I've never regretted agreeing to his request. I'd never met him, didn't know him but he fought Rodger, and he knew he needed advice. I respected him, if anything at that point.
"Thanks, Matt."
From then on, everything changed. I've watched Mello change over the years but I still see that 10 year old boy that fought even when he knew he was going to lose. I see him stained in blood, guns blazing and shooting whoever stands in his way, but he'll always be 10 years old to me.
Mail Jeevas.
So, please review so I know whether people like this! I know Mello was calm at first, but the next chapter will be Matt talking about Mello's first day at Wammys. Review, please. I'll love you forever!
