A/N Note: I am back from camp! I will update most of my stories but for now this will be the only one, well besides One New IM, i will update that daily REVIEW nd tell me what you think
I Don't own Death Note
Ch.3 Decision
I was walking slowly, hidden in the shadows. Since Kira's defeat, crime has tripled, leaving no innocent civilian walking on the streets safe. The strange notebook was still in my hand, clasped firmly. I was sticking in the shadows, hoping not to be seen by unwanted forces and the police. No. I didn't just commit a crime, lately, the police couldn't tell how many criminals were in the populace, so they started targeting the impoverished people, meaning they started harassing every poor person in site, arresting them for supposedly being a criminal.
Contrary to whatever the police say, crime in this world is getting worse, not better, Kira saved us for a little bit, but once he was out of the picture, crime flourished. I didn't see a soul in sight, which isn't unusual at night. Then I saw her, a middle aged woman at about 30 years of age was walking past me, this was quite strange to me since she seemed in a hurry, but nevertheless I kept walking. I would soon find out why she was in a hurry, she was being followed. A group of criminals( or at least what I thought were criminals) were following her, about five of them. When I passed them I saw that they were all wearing gray hoodies. They ducked into a alley, and then I heard the woman scream. Normal people would call the cops or run away but I surprisingly did something strange. I followed them.
I quickly peeked into the alley and saw the woman backed up to the wall, and the group of people cat-calling her. " Come on baby, just once it won't hurt, that is, if you don't try to escape." It was a despicable scene, and what made it worse was that they had each pulled out a knife. I was watching in horror as they approached the woman, calling out and shouting at her, not a care in the world. That's when I realized I still had the notebook in my hand. The Death Note. The black leather-bound notebook was now heavy in my hand. I opened it and got out a pen from my school bag, but then I hit an obstacle, I didn't no their names, this notebook was useless, even if it did work. God must have been on my side, because just then, one of the group said " Hey Souke, who gets her first?" Souke? That must be one of there names, now if only I could get his last name. I began to write his first name in, but then I encountered another, equally hard obstacle. His face. I didn't know his face, sure I got a good look at them while I was passing by but I couldn't place one of them unless they spoke up. It seemed God was helping me yet again, because Souke cursed and said " Don't call me by my first name it is always my last name. Infunara!" OK, now that I have both of his names, I should now get his face. It was a very risky gamble, and I really doubted that this notebook even worked.
A loud screeching sound echoed behind me, causing the leader to turn around to face in my direction, right where I could see his face! Instantly I penned down his name in several different variations, because I didn't know how it was spelled. Praying to God that one of them would work I slowly counted from 40 to zero. Souke fell down on the ground causing the rest of the group, and the lady to yell in shock and horror. That was my cue to leave as soon as possible. I knew one thing that night, I had Kira's power.
Killing him was a very good deed, you saved that woman's dignity, and most likely her sanity. I instantly pushed that nagging voice away. Could that really be me? I wasn't a violent person, nor was I am brave and virtuous person either, I just did what I thought should have been done in that situation. It had been only a day since that incident, and people are all ready talking about Kira's long needed return, how one man had died of a heart attack, and how it was in Japan. I sat there quietly, not uttering a single word, just taking it in. " You seem to be much more humbler that the last one who got that notebook." It was a very raspy voice, it could have come from the depths of Hell. I knew it was addressing me, but I was to frightened to turn around and face it. " Are you a Demon?" The same horrid voice began to cackle " Something like that..."