Chapter 3: Summoned
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Italics Thoughts
Bold Italics Demonic Thoughts, primarily Kyuubi
"Regular Type´ Talking
Bold Script Demon talking, mainly Kyuubi.
He sat down in his expensive armchair, groaning as his fatigued legs took the weight of his body once more. It hurt to sit like this after such a long day, but he needed to think clearly. If he sat any other way, he just couldn't think as well. He reached out his hands toward the desk in front of him, grabbed a small box of chocolates and peered at it intensely. It was indeed chocolate, and his favorite kind, too.
He allowed himself a small smile, and he gazed in entranced wonder for a moment at the miracle that is sugar. Then, using his teeth, he ripped open the top of the package, thus allowing easy access to the sugary goodness within. He set it back down on the desktop and took one, pinching it lightly between thumb and forefinger. Gazing at it for a moment, he shrugged and popped it into his mouth. As his taste buds rejoiced at the sensation, his mind flew into a flurry of activity, touching on this topic and that subject, before finally settling itself onto the chosen train of thought.
He swallowed his chocolate, grimacing slightly in agitation about his brain's ill choice. He never got a break, did he? The last thing he wanted to think about was that damned Kira case, not when he had a box of his favorite snacks in front of him, and a possible evening to himself. Yet, he had sworn to bring the perpetrator of the mass serial murder case to justice, had he not? He had always kept his word, and prided himself on that quality.
But this case was killing him; he could feel it deep down. He felt it wearing away at the root of his foundations, the rock pillar of his intellect beginning to crumble and decay. He couldn't think as clearly, and he was letting fear for his life cloud his judgment. He snatched a second chocolate and munched on it thoughtfully. He didn't want to think about it. He was tired of the constant worry, the incessant suspicions and the never-ending chase.
And, more than anything, he was tired of being so afraid. Afraid for his life, afraid for his sanity, afraid that he wasn't smart enough, or clever enough, or simply didn't know enough to catch the killer. And, most of all, he was afraid that he might be right. That his only real friend might be a mass murderer. Afraid that he might have to send his friend to an execution. He wanted so desperately to be wrong, to have misconstrued his evidence, to have wasted all this time investigating him…
But, no. That wasn't how L, the great detective, should think. He should think of nothing but the chase, and focus his mind on it, wholly and completely. He couldn't let such a thing as friendship get in the way of Justice… Could he? Weren't friendship and mercy the things that made life worth living? Isn't it not only right to save the life of a friend, but the human thing to do? In delivering his friend to the gallows, was he condemning the human aspects of his own soul to death along with him?
But, no, that couldn't be. Kira has killed thousands, and taken it upon himself to judge mankind. Men should not be judged by other men, for they both are imperfect. But, who, then, will judge? Will there be any judge? Is it not better to have a faulty judge than to have no judge at all? What if Kira is simply fulfilling a divine will? What if Kira was a messenger of a god? What if he was God?
He shook his head sharply, driving the thoughts from his head. He couldn't think like that. All along in this case, he had assumed that Kira was a human, acting alone according to some perverse sense of duty or justice. This killer had to be stopped at all costs. He reached down towards the desk and, shuddering slightly, he picked up the notebook that lay there.
The Death Note. The killer notebook that was responsible for this entire mess. It couldn't be allowed to exist any longer. It was an instrument of death, and nothing but misfortune could come from it. And, yet, even though he knew that this was the cause of the murders, his mind wanted to reject the idea. So much as a week ago, if he had been asked about the possible existence of Shinigami, he would have denied it flatly and completely. But now, to find that not only do Shinigami exist, but that they can affect the Human world in such a way as this? It was unsettling, to say the least.
He flipped open the notebook and glanced at the inside cover. He began thinking to himself The rules. Those damned rules that proved so damn confusing. And the Shinigami hadn't helped things either. What was its name? Rin… Ren… Rem? Yeah, that was it. Dropping something as ridiculous as a notebook into my lap, and expecting me to believe it without cause? He shook his head in disgust. Surely the fact that not only did Higuchi confirms that the Death Note was the cause of the deaths, but had actually demonstrated it. Of course, he couldn't have known that it was a fake name, but, despite that fact, he firmly believed that the notebook was, indeed, the way to kill. And the appearance of the Shinigami had only proved his point. A pity he died before any more information could be gathered from him.
But if the Death Note had formerly belonged to Light, and had somehow found its way into Higuchi's hands, that could be how it happened. But, then, why isn't that mentioned in the rules? And why would Light give himself up as a Kira suspect if he knew he would die in 13 days? That rule makes no sense, but the Shinigami claims that all the rules are true, and that all notebooks have the same rules. Then, was the Shinigami lying? Could it be that Kira was somehow making it lie? Or was it telling the truth, and he had been wrong all along?
He groaned loudly and clutched at his head with his right hand. This was getting him nowhere, and he needed some more sugar quickly. He had long since finished the chocolates, and he was getting tired. Picking up a small silver bell with his left hand, he rang it three times, setting it down sharply on the last ring. Shortly, an elderly gentleman walked through the doorway of the room, striding up to the chair in which he sat.
"What do you require, Ryuzaki?" The gentleman asked him politely, bowing slightly.
"Tea, if you would, Watari." Ryuzaki said softly
"Of course, Ryuzaki." Watari replied, bowing again as he turned to leave. Suddenly, Ryuzaki started violently, jumped off his chair, and cast his gaze frantically across the room, scanning for something.
"Wait, Watari! Where's the sugar bowl?" Watari turned around again and looked at his young master warily.
"The sugar bowl, Ryuzaki? I took that back to the kitchen before we left. It was empty." Ryuzaki glared at him in a mixture of depression, rage, and absolute hopelessness.
"You expect me to drink tea without sugar? What kind of monster are you, Watari? Don't you realize what that means?!" He stalked toward Watari, getting angrier and louder with each word he spoke.
"You want me to drink my tea without sugar? Why not expect the lion to sleep with the lamb? Why not expect the sun to rise in the west and set in the east? Why not expect the damn sun to implode, rather than expect me to drink my fucking tea without any bloody sugar! WHERE'S THE GODDAMN SUGAR, WATARI!?"
Watari backed away quickly, waving his hands in front of him frantically. He was always terrified of Ryuzaki when he was deprived of sugar. God, he hoped there wouldn't be a repeat of the last time. If only that candy store had been open… He tried to placate his young charge.
"It's alright, Ryuzaki, I know. Don't worry, I sent Matsuda-san to go get more sugar, I'm sure he'll be back soon. So why don't you just sit back do-"
"NO, DAMMIT! I WILL NOT SIT DOWN! I'VE BEEN UP A FULL WEEK STRAIGHT NOW, AND IF I DON"T GET MY DAMN TEA, SOMEONE'S GONNA DIE! IS THAT PERFECTLY, 100, CRYSTAL CLEAR!?!? I WA-"Here he was broken off by Watari, who took advantage of his employer's flapping jaws to toss in a chocolate covered caffeine pill into his mouth. Ryuzaki's mouth shut like a steel trap as his tongue recognized the taste of precious sugar. And caffeine, to boot. Suddenly, Ryuzaki's taste buds were in heaven, and he collapsed into his chair with an expression of bliss on his face. He was, once again, at peace with himself.
Watari let out a breath he hadn't even been aware of holding, and relaxed, understanding that his master was now in a much better place, but he would probably be back soon, and that the sugar better be ready before then. He hurried off to the kitchens to find his phone, and get Matsuda to get his sorry ass in gear.
A tall, lean figure rushed into the kitchen, dropping a bag he was carrying on the floor as he ran. He glanced around the kitchen for a moment, and then ran off into the hall, obviously on the lookout for something. As he went through the doorway, he ran into Watari, who was trying to find his cell phone.
"There you are!" Watari exclaimed in considerable relief. He wasn't quite sure how long that caffeine pill would hold Ryuzaki off. He looked at the man, asking "Where's the sugar?" The man, who was Touta Matsuda, pointed his thumb in the direction of the dropped bag while trying to catch his breath.
"What's the big hurry, Watari?" He asked wheezily. "You said you needed this sugar ASAP, right? Man, that was a long run!" He set his hands on his knees and panted loudly. Watari proceeded to inspect the sugar and put it into the sugar bowl.
"Why did you not simply drive your car to the corner store, instead of running? Wouldn't it be faster, Matsuda-san?" He asked curiously. Matsuda grinned sheepishly, patting his pockets as he explained.
"I lost my keys. I think I might have lost 'em in the TV studio when we set that trap for Higuchi, but I'm not sure. Either way, they're probably long gone by now, huh?" Watari nodded his agreement, but only half-heartedly as he was preoccupied with taking the sugar cubes out of their container and into the sugar bowl. He filled it to the brim and beyond, and turned to the steaming kettle he had left on the stove. Taking several large teabags, he put them all in a teapot and poured the hot water into it. Matsuda stared in amazement, and turned to Watari, wondering aloud as he did so.
"Isn't that a little much? I mean, that's gonna be strong tea, huh?" Watari turned to look at the steaming pot, along with its dissolving teabags, and shook his head softly.
"If Ryuzaki's tea isn't made exactly like this, Matsuda-san, the repercussions could be dire. I remember that one time at the tea shop… Ah, never mind that story is not one for the faint of heart, Matsuda-san." Matsuda nodded sagely for a moment, before reviewing the conversation mentally and realizing he was the butt of a joke.
"HEY! Don't treat me like I'm a kid!" Watari chuckled for a moment as he withdrew the smoking remnants of the teabags, and grabbed a cup and saucer from a nearby cabinet. Putting them onto a platter, along with the teapot, he deftly balanced it on his hand and walked swiftly out of the room, determined to deliver the life-giving brew to Ryuzaki at the earliest possible moment. The last thing he needed was an annoyed genius thinking up ways to take his frustration out on others. Matsuda followed him down the hall, wondering at Watari's remarkable speed for such an old geezer. As Watari reached the room that Ryuzaki had currently ensconced himself in, he heard moaning from within.
"Oh, God. He's starting to snap out of it. There's not much time left!" Watari murmured softly, dread starting to show in his eyes as his imagination ran through possible repercussions to Ryuzaki's lack of caffeine/sugar. Opening the door swiftly, he rushed inside and laid the platter down carefully on the desktop in front of Ryuzaki. Just as he set it down, Ryuzaki's eyes suddenly focused on him. His hand reached out and grabbed Watari's shirt sleeve.
He pulled Watari closer and muttered softly, so that Watari could barely hear him. "Do you have it?" Watari patted the hand that clutched his arm and, gently but firmly, guided it to the handle of the teapot. Ryuzaki's eye's snapped wide open, and his nostrils flared as he recognized the smell of caffeine. And, unless his eyes deceived him, there was the elusive sugar bowl, just within reach, and full to the brim of delicious, precious sugar. He wept aloud in joy as he shakily poured himself a cupful of the brew and began dumping piles of the sugar cubes into it. Watari grabbed the amazed Matsuda's shoulder and guided him out of the room, closing the door with a quiet click. Matsuda's mouth opened and closed several times before he was able to force himself to speak. He turned to Watari and, completely dumbfounded, asked the obvious question.
"What the hell was that all about?" Watari sighed and motioned him to a room across the hall, where they both sat in comfortable armchairs. He took a moment to collect his thoughts, and began explaining to Matsuda.
"Well, Matsuda-san, Ryuzaki has always been a firm believer in the innate intelligence of the human being, and believed that a man should always be thinking, so that he may hone his mental skills to their maximum. As time passed, he believed that sleep was highly overrated, and took away precious hours of ones life, with which one might instead be doing much more useful things."
"Like reading books and stuff?" Matsuda interjected rudely. Watari glared at him a moment before replying.
"Indeed. That among other things. Well, to get back to what I was saying."
"Ryuzaki then began to seek ways to avoid sleep. He tried everything, but claimed that the only things that really worked for him were caffeine and sugar. For, you see, Ryuzaki is naturally very lazy, and he is always tired, so he couldn't simply force himself to stay up, not without doing permanent damage to his mental processes. So, instead, he began relying on caffeine and sugar. When he has these artificial stimulants, he claims that they increase his thought processing speed by a full 60, and that he requires them to get through the day. I've discovered that he has been using these for so long, that he is almost an entirely different personality when he goes without for too long. The time that he can go without sugar or caffeine without the change in personality is seemingly random, possibly dependant on the average consumption over the previous week or month. Ryuzaki, when given sugar and caffeine in plentiful supply, is truly a genius, and a prodigy. However…"
Matsuda leaned in closer to Watari, obviously caught up in the tale. Finally, I'm learning something about L! I knew that I would get told stuff eventually! Watari gazed at him with a raised eyebrow for a couple of seconds, as if he had heard what Matsuda had thought. The young man straightened quickly and motioned to Watari to continue.
Watari chuckled lightly under his breath , and then continued his story. "You see, the repressed personality that has developed over the past 10 years is surely smarter and stronger than he. For, you see, he firmly believes in the necessity of self-control. He always tries to make sure that he never goes overboard, or says something that he can never take back. That is one of the reasons he takes great pains to be polite and proper with you all. However, his other ego is not such, and thinks and fights without restraint. Ryuzaki knows this, and is frightened about it. It is probably not a good idea to tell the others, Matsuda-san. They, especially Aizawa-san, are already having doubts about Ryuzaki's sanity."
Matsuda leaned towards Watari, his face unusually serious and whispered "And is he sane? Is he still capable of carrying on the case? Or should that burden fall to another?"
Watari gazed at him intently for a moment, gauging his sincerity. He then sighed, and shook his head. "He is sane, for now. I cannot promise anything for the future, though. The way he has been driving himself has him dangerously close to the edge, and the last thing I want to happen is to have him fall over it, because if he does, and the other Ryuzaki becomes the dominate personality, then Kira will take 2nd place on our list of priorities, especially now that Ryuzaki has the Death Note." He reached out a hand and set in on Matsuda' shoulder, and grinned comfortingly. "I have faith in Ryuzaki, but I worry for him. Watch after him, will you?"
Matsuda nodded and got up to leave. But, as he reached the door, Watari spoke once more. "Matsuda, no matter what you do, do not tell Yagami-kun. Understood?" Matsuda turned towards the old man and nodded, grinned brightly and extended a thumbs up towards him, shouting loudly while posing.
"You can count on me, Watari! I won't tell a soul!" After saluting Watari comically, he began walking back to his own room to catch some Z's. Watari chuckled slightly at the young man's antics, and then subsided as he pondered the riddle that was Kira. Can Ryuzaki solve this puzzle? Or will it be the death of him? Only time would tell… He rose from the chair and walked slowly to his own quarters to sleep. Sleep… The great healer… Maybe things would be better in the morning…
However, that was not to be. For as he reached his quarters, a mighty shudder went through the building. He paused for a moment, wondering what could possibly be happening. When it happened a second time, he realized that it was not his imagination. The building was actually shaking in its foundations. He cursed softly, thinking of how disastrous an earthquake might be in a big building like this.
He turned back and ran back to find Ryuzaki, but, when he reached the room, Ryuzaki was nowhere to be found. He assumed then that Ryuzaki had headed downstairs to try and get out of the building before it collapsed, and decided to do likewise. On his way down, he gathered the other members of the task force and took them with him. When the made it outside onto the main grounds of the building, they couldn't see Ryuzaki or Light anywhere.
They collectively turned their eyes to the trembling building, and then realized that, even though the earthquake was getting stronger, it was only under the building that it was doing so. They gazed at each other in amazement at the phenomenon, and then turned their eyes back to the building, hoping against hope that the 2 geniuses would make it out alive.
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However, during Watari's brilliant maneuvering and deft handling of Ryuzaki, along with the tale he told to Matsuda, another man was stirring. He lay restless in his bed, pondering past deeds, present dilemmas and future decisions.
He sat up straight in his bed, clutching his sheets convulsively. Through his mind, troubled thoughts flickered here and there, destroying any chance he had of sleep. He clutched his hands to his head, and moaned softly. Was there to be no peace for him that night? How much longer must his otherwise perfect mind continue to taunt and torment him?
He thrust his sheets aside and pivoted on his bed, sitting on the side of it while gazing at the window across the room. He cupped his head in his right hand while his left sought out his shoes from the foot of the bed. He had gotten into bed fully clothed, not bothering to remove so much as his jacket. He leaped into his bed and crawled beneath the sheets, cocooning himself within their soft embrace. His hand finally found the sandals he had been looking for, and he roughly shoved them onto his feet and stood up.
Rubbing his temples with the palm of his hands, he crossed the room to the door and opened it, striding down the hall to the kitchen. When he got to the kitchen, he stepped over to the fridge and investigated the innards. He needed something to drink, but couldn't find anything other than iced tea. Aggravated, he slammed the door slightly and walked over to the sink, pulling a clean cup out of a cabinet and filling it with tap water. Sipping at it, he left the kitchen and crossed back to his room. As he opened it, he noticed Matsuda and Watari emerging from Ryuzaki's room and crossing the hall into the living room for that floor.
Shrugging it off, he reentered his quarters and took a huge gulp of his water, wiping a trickle of spilled water off his chin. He felt somewhat refreshed now, but it would be some time before he could even think of sleep. He slipped off his sandals and shuffled over to his desk, flopping into it and turning on the desk light. Pulling open a drawer, he withdrew a notebook from within and shut the drawer.
He held the notebook up to the desktop light, gazing at it for a moment. Then he set it on his desk and opened it to the first page. He gazed for a moment as he looked at it. This notebook was Ryuzaki's, and it contained detailed information about the first 6-7 months of his investigation. He flipped through the pages, scanning each page. As he did so, he noticed that Ryuzaki had a habit of heavily underlining anything that he considered to be of import to the case, and writing in capitals any personal thoughts he had on it.
He was looking for the capital words now, finding two or three to a page. Each one he read only gave him a worse and worse feeling. His heart ached as he saw Ryuzaki's utter disdain for Kira, the mass serial murder. He read about how Ryuzaki thought that man had no right to judge man, and that innocence and guilt were not to be determined by any other man. He grabbed the notebook and flung it from him, grasping his head in his hands.
His mind was ablaze with questions. What if I was wrong? What if Ryuzaki was right? Does that mean everything I've done, every judgment that I made was wrong as well? Is he right in saying that man must not judge another man? I killed so many, and for what? I sentenced so many to the fires of hell, but why? Was I just thinking that I could do it out of some delusion of my own importance? Is it not far more important to simply do right oneself, than to condemn those that do not do right?
He shook his head roughly, willing the thoughts and questions away. No, I must not think that way. I CANNOT think that way. I was certain in my path, certain that I must destroy the evil of this world so that the good may flourish. What I did, the people I judged, the innocents that I saved, all of it was for a good purpose. It was done for the good of the world! This Earth is a garden, and I am its gardener. I shall pluck out the weeds so that the good plants may grow. And, God help me, I'll crush any who stand in my way!
However, what is a gardener without his tools? What am I without the Death Note? I can't judge anyone like this. Ryuzaki has it and I can't allow him to continue investigating in this manner. I', sure he'll find that the fake rules don't make sense, and I KNOW that he already suspects me. I must get it back, it's the only way.
He paced back and forth across his room, his mind racing. Did I leave any tracks? Any evidence that would point to my identity as Kira? No, I don't think so. I should be covered. Higuchi is gone, and I don't need to worry about Misa, she's out of the picture. So, why am I so frightened? He stopped pacing for a moment, and then crossed over to the window that looked out onto the city. I am Yagami Light. I am Kira. Or, am I?
He shook his head roughly, startled at how his brain was working. Of course I'm Kira; I'm going to cleanse this world. As the unrighteous sinners die, the world becomes a better place to live. I'm doing this for the good of mankind! My mission must continue! But... Why? He rested his head against the window, gazing down the side of the tall building in which he had residence. He wasn't sure about anything anymore. How could he have gone from so certain to so confused?
After all the time he had spent working on the case with Ryuzaki, he didn't know if he was really doing the right thing anymore. He hoped that he was, but he couldn't know. He walked slowly over to the bed in the corner of the room and sat on it, holding his head in his hands. He thought to himself chaotically, his thoughts careening back and forth in his mind like some strange tennis match.
What is wrong with me? What's happening to me? I feel... I feel like 2 people. One of them is Yagami Light, college student at Todoh Academy, the smartest college student in Japan. But, then, there's the other me. Kira, the mass murderer, the savior of the innocent, the slaughterer of the guilty. He who holds the scales of Justice in one hand, and the sword of Retribution in his other. But, which one was Light? Before he had gotten the Death Note, he had been Yagami Light. After he obtained the notebook, though, he became Kira. A second personality taking up residence in the same body.
No, this isn't like a second personality; it's much more like having 2 souls fighting for possession over one body. After I gave up the Death Note, I relinquished half of myself, the Kira half. And, now, after my soul has had time to heal and become one as Yagami Light, I suddenly find the Kira soul thrust upon me. I feel... torn. Like I don't really exist anymore, it's just something that has taken over my body. Right now, I control my body, but as time goes on, will Yagami Light die to make way for Kira? Do I want that to happen? Do I?
He jumped off the bed once more, wrestling with his thoughts as he tried to figure out what he must do now. He didn't know what would happen now. He didn't know whether or not Ryuzaki had enough suspicion to condemn him as Kira once and for all. But, more importantly, he didn't know whether he wanted to continue being Kira or not. He felt drained, emotionally, spiritually, and physically. He was tired. So very tired.
What if he went back to being Kira? Would he be forced to kill Ryuzaki? Would he have to silence his only friend forever? Sure, he had acquaintances, people that had met at college, and, of course, Misa. But, Ryuzaki understood him. No, it wasn't that. He didn't understand him as much as they thought alike. It was like they were 2 sides of the same coin. So, as Kira, he would be forced to kill his only friend, but as Yagami Light, he could not purify the world, and make it a clean place to live in once more. He flopped himself onto a small metal chair in the corner of the room, leaning back into it and crossing his legs. His mind began to calm itself, to think clearly once more.
I will repent. I have killed, and I would, no doubt, kill again. So, I must relinquish control of the Death Note once more, and this time, I will never reclaim it. I want no more to do with the damn thing. Now, I just need to find Rem, and I can give it back. Maybe, Rem'll take it away, back to the Shinigami realm. That would be for the best, I think. He rose from the hard metal seat and exited the room, looking for Ryuzaki.
But, suddenly, there was a great shaking in the building. He collapsed and fell against one of the walls, wondering what was happening. Another shake made the building shudder, and the steel girders that supported it groaned under the stress. He recovered his balance somewhat and careened haphazardly down the hallway, looking for Ryuzaki. They had to get out of here now, before the building collapsed. Because if he was right, and this was an earthquake, then the building might not last much longer.
He lurched down the hallway, fighting to maintain his balance, and looked for Ryuzaki, calling his name in desperation. Suddenly, a door opened and slammed into Light, stunning him and giving him a massive headache. He glared at the door before realizing that the perpetrator was not the door, but was Ryuzaki himself, blinking and looking confused at the sudden appearance of a human right when he opened the door to get out.
He grabbed Light's upraised hand and helped him up off the floor. Quickly, they ran as fast as they could to the stairwell. They began going down the stairs when a steel girder fell and smashed down into the downwards staircase. They looked at each other in mutual horror, and then realized that there were helicopters on the roof.
They climbed up the stairs as fast as they could, Ryuzaki going just a bit faster because of his unusually strong legs. When they reached the top, they looked around the rooftop in horror. The tremendous shaking of the rooftop had caused one of their helicopters to break free of its bindings and fall on its side. It had seriously damaged the main propeller, and was definitely unable to fly. The second chopper was in better shape, was unfortunately, the first choppers crash had caused to fall back on its backside, breaking the back propeller beyond immediate repair.
Light and Ryuzaki looked at each other for a moment, studying each other one final time, before the climbed onto the top of the building. They looked down the 26 stories that separated them and the ground, and then, after a slight hesitation, jumped. After all, it was better than the alternative. They fell faster, and faster until it seemed their vision was filled with grey. The last thing they remembered was thinking one thought.
It wasn't supposed to end this way...
AN: That will be the only chapter written from the Death Note anime. From now on, it'll be Light and Ryuzaki in the glorious world of Naruto. I'll be writing from multiple perspectives, and I'll try to make it clear when I switch. Again, please review and comment. Questions are also welcome, and will be answered either by email or in my author's notes.
Gaereth
Preview of Chapter 4:
He raised his hands and clasped them together in a clenched fist. Suddenly, Ryuzaki's body exploded into white-hot agony. Every muscle, bone, and nerve cried out in pain, protesting this invasion. With what little strength he had left, he turned his head to look at Light. Strangely, Light seemed oddly at peace, as if the pain didn't bother him at all. What is he? How can he…the thought faded as yet another jolt of pain ripped it's way through his body. He could feel his body dying, organs and muscles being broken down. The pain behind his eyes was immense, and he thought they would burst into flames before the end. He knew that he would die.
