Disclaimer: hello again! I do not own Death Note in any way shape or form! Enjoy this chappie!

NORMAL POV

I ran a little ways away from the shop Until I stopped and the corner of the building.

I pulled out the box of crackers I stole and started to eat them.

I was so focused of my food that didn't notice the group of three boys made a semi-circle around me.

" hey girly! You may be young... But you'll be a hottie when your older. " the nearest guy said to me.

I rolled my eyes, ' idiots...'

The three laughed.

" come on! Get up! "

I got yanked up by my hair. I hissed and kicked the man, square in the balls.

He dropped me and I ran as fast I could.

But before I could get very far, I bummed into someone.

I tried to get around them, but who ever was there held me in place.

I looked up and saw it was an old man.
I didn't see his features very well before I was yanked by my hair into one of the arms of my chasers.

I hissed in pain and he yanked harder and held and blade to my arm. He cut my arm slowly if I struggled.

" young man, what are you doing to the poor dear? You shouldn't treat a lady like that. " the old man said simply.

" shut up old man! Stay out of this! " my chaser cut deeper into my arm to show that he wasn't wanted here.
My blood splattered the ground like a splatter painted canvas.

I took a look at the old man. He was tall with long arms and legs. He wore a brown suite and a red tie. He had squinty eyes and a mustache that seemed to smile at any person.
But behind him was a boy. He looked about my age. He had black hair like ink. He wore an old white long sleeve shirt and jeans. He had large wide eyes, almost as black as his hair. They had bags under them like he hadn't slept in weeks. We made eye contact. His eyes seemed older than he was. Like he saw things that were much too old for himself to see but yet, they seemed understand. Time seemed to stop as he smiled lightly at me. His smile was awkward, like he doesn't do it often. But it was like saying, " don't worry! Everything is going to be alright. "

He looked up at the old man as he stared to speak, " well, that's not very polite. Boys like you should learn some respect. "

I want to jump out and tell the old man to shut up and run.

I wanted to push my self at them and scream at them that you are wasting your time.

The man ran his blade down my arm, cutting deeply. He stopped at my wrist and growled at the old man, " I told you, go away are you and the boy die too! "

Sharp pain ran up and down my arm like someone cut me and shoved a torch up it.

But I had to make a move.

I bit him.

And I bit him hard.

I felt the metallic taste of blood fill my mouth.

I heard the man scream and drop me.

I let go and I spat out the mans blood from my mouth.

Someone yanked me up from the mans arms.

I was throw back gently into a pair of little arms.

The boy!

I looked around for the old man and found him fighting the man that was holding me captive.
I had to admire the old guys moves though.

He was good.

He finished the man off in three minutes.

Once he was done, he stood up straight and tuned his attention to me.

" are you alright dear? " he asked.

I jumped up, " yeah! Of course! It's just a scratch! " I laughed nervously.

I ignored the searing pain in my left arm as I walked over to get my stuff.

I was grabbed by my arm tightly.

I screamed out in pain and dropped to the ground. I held my arms close to me. I didn't care if my clothes got all bloody, it hurt. So freaking bad...

" sure..." I looked up and saw the boy. His hand was dripping with blood.

My blood.

I growled at him and stood, " what do you want from me...? "

" I want to know only one thing... " the old man said, " are you Thorn?"

The words registered in my brain before I spoke, " me? Thorn?" I laughed a humorless laugh.

I growled at them, " why do ya ask old man? "

" I've seen you. Steal, hack and lie. "

I leaned on the cement wall for some comfort, none came.
" yeah. That's England for ya. we all steal, lie, hack these days. thats how we survive. What's your point? " I asked.

" but yet you didn't not deny the fact that you were Thorn. " the man said again.

I chuckled again, I hid a gun in my clothes.

I will use it if I have too.

I'm not that good with it, I haven't had any time to practice with the thing. It's not made for me either, it's too heavy.

" your right, I didn't deny it. " my right hand gripped the cold handle of the gun.

" so what? You gonna bring me to jail? " I taunted.

" no. I'm here to bring you somewhere where your skills will be used. " I looked at the old man as if he had just blown up the moon.

" what? " my grip on the gun slacked.

" I run something called the Wammy Orphanage. But it's not a regular orphanage, only children with talents. Crime solving talents. Making their way out of any situation, children with the ability to be one of the worlds greatest detectives. "

The old man sounded sincere. But I didn't trust him. After all, I just said I was the worlds most dangerous criminal.