Chapter 3: October 17, 2008

It took over two weeks for the details of the deaths to be made public knowledge. I had done what anyone who read the rules of the Death Note would have done; tested them. The results of my experiment were finally in and my lab rats had done exactly what I had hypothesised. The first man, Allen Charlesworth simply died where he was after suffering a heart attack. The rules of the Death Note state that it has to be possible for that particular human to die in that way. Allen Charlesworth hadn't been capable of swimming to the middle of the Atlantic so he had simply suffered a heart attack. The same was true of Mark Thornton but for a different reason. Not in a million years would he have truly believed that he committed the murders of Jack The Ripper so he didn't write any suicide note stating that he did. The death I was really interested in was that of Chester Peters because I wanted to see what would happen if I wrote starvation as the cause of death. The answer: nothing. Heart attack, yet again. There was no possible way that he could have starved in the time available before his timetabled death so when the time came he suffered the familiar heart attack. The deaths that did work were those of Derek Charlesworth and Steve Grol. Derek was successfully able to grab a gun off one of the guards that were with him at the time and shot himself in the head, dying instantly, exactly at two o'clock. Steve was able to break a piece of metal off of his bed before slitting his wrist and scrawling the message I had instructed him to write, in the Death Note, in his own blood on the floor of his cell. I had now figured out the extents of what the cause of death could be but one part of this intrigued me more than the others and it had given me an idea. The key was the timing.

Later that night I had entered five more names into the Death Note just as I had every day since the experiment, each one dying of a heart attack. This was intentional. Come on. Surely they've made the connection by now. Just then the TV caught my intention. "We now interrupt this broadcast for a special announcement." Special announcement? The screen then flickered and changed to a white screen with a black symbol in the middle. 'L'. Yes! He's finally here! The voice then came through the speakers. It had two parts to it; an overriding nasally high part and a low pitched part. "Kira, this is L." Kira? Is that what they're calling me? I let out a small chuckle and the familiar cocky smile reappears. What a fine name for the world's newest God! "Kira, as you've probably realised I have been called in to stop you. Yes we've figured out that the recent deaths are not accidental and it is in fact you who is killing criminals."

"Come and get me then L" I say to the TV.

"As you probably already know, the people on the internet also connected the dots and are now hailing you as a saviour and a punisher of evil."

"What?" I mumble. There are others who know about me? I didn't think that anyone would figure it out this fast apart from L. Then again if dozens of criminals mysteriously die of heart attacks people are bound to start flinging conspiracy theories about. I chuckle again. And you've just proved them right L. "L, you fool! You've done exactly what I thought you would!"

"Kira." The TV continued. "We are pursuing you as we speak. I don't expect it will be long until we find you. For now, goodbye." The TV returned to the soap it was previously showing and I sat in my chair enjoying the message I had just seen. Right, so he knows that these deaths are murders. That's it though. He doesn't know how I'm killing them or why or even if I'm working alone. I pull over my laptop, boot it up, search for 'Kira' and stare in wonder at my army of followers. Sites with members proclaiming their undying loyalty to the bringer of justice, pages documenting each kill they think I've made (although not wholly accurate) and some that even claim to be the official site to join if you wish to worship Kira. My fame had grown rapidly and it would get even stronger now that L had confirmed that I am indeed real. "This is all going to plan" I whisper as the shadows thrown by the window cover my face.

April 29, 2009

In the 6 months after L's message I kept a low profile. I attended school as usual and lived a normal life just like every other 15 year old but I killed a criminal or two every so often just to let my followers know that I was not gone. My genius truly shone when I was able to implement my plan. During this temporary exile I had to do more than just cause a prisoner to die every so often to let people know that I was still around. I had to do something bigger, something obvious. Every month I sat on my bed as usual with the Death Note and killed a criminal. These particular criminals weren't regular perpetrators though, they were chosen especially because they had a special purpose. I had decided that I would exploit the cause of death rules for these deaths so when I sat on my bed with my pen in hand I had a list of ten criminals beside me. These ten criminals all had schizophrenia.

Michael Thorpe
Heart attack
Writes a suicide note with any available liquid on any available surface stating the following; "Kira is strong. I am his tribute"

Normally this wouldn't work because of the rules of the Death Note but I had chosen criminals that suffered from schizophrenia especially. See, a schizophrenic is prone to hearing voices, confusing their words with others and vice versa, fantasizing and believing ludicrous things such as being another person or being able to interact with someone they have never seen or met. Therefore, a healthy man would never believe the message I tell them to write but it's plausible that a schizophrenic would. All these criminals were caught after L's message too so they had to have had some comprehension of who I was. If they had never heard of Kira before it wouldn't be plausible that they would believe what I told them to write. This is how I was able to spread my message, letting everyone know that Kira is alive and well while also giving L something to think about. My greatest plan would be a long time coming yet but its glory would outshine everything that had preceded it.