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Police Chief Soichiro Yagami walked down the black hallway, gun ready. His vision was poor due to the black out. He moved as fsat and quitely as he could possibly be. He opened up his ears to any sound that could be a sign of another person. An intruder, one of L's agents, another detective, he was looking for a sign of anyone.

Then he heard the sounds of footsteps coming from a nearby corner. He quitely rushed over and pressed his back against the corner. He heard the footsteps get louder, whoever he was this person was getting closer. He waited for the best moment to strike. If he's too early he could miss a shot and be shot at in the process. Too late and he leaves himself open to a knife or brass knuckles. He held his breath and quickly turned the corner. The barrel of the gun lands between L's dull, unmoved eyes.

"Good evening Mr. Yagami," L said with a smore in his mouth, "Would you like a smore."

The world famous detective dug through his back pocket and retrived another smore, as the police chief lowwered his weapon and declined the sweet with a wave of his hand and a shake of his head.

"Ryuzaki!!!" Yagami exclaimed then lowwered his voice as he realized how loud he was," What are you doing here? Where's Watari?"

"Me and Watari were on our way to our accomadations when the lights went out and we got seperated," L explained in a monotone voice then continued down the hall, Mr. Yagami in toe.

"So what now?" Soichiro asked.

"Well, I suspect that both Jigsaw and the unknown third player are either working together or sprang into action, coincidentally, at the same time. The next course of action is to find the remaining case detectives and their families and gather them in one area. The old fashioned safty in numbers trick."

"Well then we should split up and meet in the lobby. Where are the detectives?"

"That's the thing I don't know and even if I did, splitting up would be a bad idea,"

"What!? Why?!"

"Because Jigsaw or his accomplise could easily capture one of us, so it'll be harder for them in groups."

"No!! Why don't you know where the detectives are?"

"Oh, because if I was captured by Jigsaw, he may make a trap to where my only chance for survival is to reveal the location of the detective's family. So I let a computer program choose your rooms and I would stay unaware."

"Why didn't you just order for us to change hotels instead of letting a computer randomly give us rooms."

"First off, the computer didn't choose the rooms randomly but used an advance equation, which is how I will find the other detectives. Secondly, we have no idea what John's companion can do. I no longer believe he's a nobody criminal, instead he's a professional so good that he has commited his crimes without getting caught or alerting the authorities. We can't risk taking this many people to another hotel every so often. Think about it, what if he was like Kira only smarter or stronger."

"I believe I see your point," Mr. Yagami lied, "So, are you sure you can solve this equation?"

"Yes. It should be easy to find everyone as long as nobody does anything stupid."

Elsewhere, in the halls, a grief stricken Matsuda roams the halls, Stupidly. His hand grazed the wall, his only guide in the darkness. His face was covered with fear, worry, and most of all regret. He stumbled from hall to hall, trying to find anyone he could.

"Man," Matsuda began, "Why did I leave the room? I could get into some serious trouble or worse run into the bad guy. I don't even have my gun."

Matsuda let out a loud, almost cartoonish, sigh. The detective swayed back and forth as he made a step. He then saw an on coming sign and tried to read it.

"Watch......your......st-" He was caught off by his fall down the stairs.

Meanwhile, back in the Yagami's room, Sayu and her mother watched light walk from one side of the room to the other. His mind was deep in thought and couldn't be bothered by any outside force. He fially broke free from his long silence.

"UGH! I can't stand it! I'm going after dad!"

With that, Light burst out the door in lightening quick speed.

"Light! Wait!" his mother exclaimed as she chased him to the door but followed no further. Mrs. Yagami and Sayu stood looking out the doorway, ashamed that they were too afraid to follow him into the darkness.

Light dashed through the darkness, desperately searching for his father or anyone who could help him in his search. His shinigami companion close behind until he smelled a familiar scent and stopped mid-air. He sensed something and knew what was coming. He slipped into the wall and watched, light didn't even notice that Ryuk left.

Light stopped. Something felt wrong. He looked around but couldn't see much.

"Creepy Ain't it," A voice said and Light turned to it's source. A pale thin man emerged from the darkness like a demon from hell.

"Who are you?" Light demanded.

"The name's Nny, but that won't in a minute," He answered and the realization hit Light.

'He was the one Jigsaw was talking about,' light thought. Nny drew a knife and raised it in the air.

"Now I'm gonna take this knife and shove it right up your-!" nny was interupted by a falling Matsuda. Light took the chance and ran. Nny growled and looked at Matsuda, who was know on top of him.

"Get the fuck off!" the seriel killer yelled as he pushed him off and watch him fall down another flight of stairs, the took persuit of Light. The boy ran from his attacker but was tackled to the ground by him. He took the knife and plunged it into his shoulder, covering his mouth to hide his screams. He stabbed him in the same spot several times to insure that he would bleed to death.

Light's vision became blurry and he passed out. Nny raised the knife once more and readied for the finishing blow. His face glowing with a sadisitic joy. His breath stopped. Familiar voices rang through his head. Then nothing.

John kramer stood above the two, a bloody pipe in his head. He didn't kill him, t would ruin his plan if he did. He let out a series of pants and heavy breathing followed by coughs. It was a more violent effect than he liked but it was still effective.

"That's two," He said.

Author's (Death) Note: Hey! I finally pulled myself away from brutal legend long enough to whip out another chapter. MATSUDA RULZ!!!!! In the next chapter John get's the spot light. Whoot!! Oh One last thing......

DOUGHKABOBS!!!!!