Ryuk gave a grin as the news reported the death of Mike Miles. Scout tried not to look guilty as the reporter
came on.
"In a shocking Twist, Mike Miles, responsible for the homicides in Montreal bus jacking yesterday, went to the
police to turn himself in, when a steel beam from a nearby construction site broke loose an struck him, crushing
his skull and Ribcage and killing him instantly. Police at the sce-"
Scout turned off the TV, sighing.
"What's the matter?" Ryuk asked holding out his hand, "Feeling a little guilty?"
"I'm feeling a LOT guilty, Ryuk..." she said, sighing. She handed him an apple from the fruit bowl her mother kept
next to the couch on a side table. Ryuk Crunched into it, savoring the flavor.
"You worry too much."
Scout just sighed and stood, "I think I'll go ride my bike..."
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Scout peddled down the street, letting the sun shine down warmly into her face. Ryuk followed behind her, flying.
She seemed to relax, inhaling deeply. She turned off the road onto an old trail and rode deep into the woods.
"Where're you going Scout?" Ryuk asked curiously, flying up beside her.
"you'll see," she said peddling faster.
It was an old mountain trail, few people used it anymore because it peices of it ran against the edge of the local
cliff. It was where teens whent to make out, but unless you were careful, you could end up falling...
Kathleen's old boyfreind Jorge had fallen off and had broken both of his legs.
He had been lucky.
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Scout jumped over a small depression in the rode, her bike's shocks absorbing the small jar from landing. She
giggled at the sudden elation she felt. Ryuk titled his head a bit. Suddenly a snake, a copper head darted out from
the brush. Yelping from suprise and fear, She made a hard left, and lost control of the bike, heading strait towards
the cliff. Scout let out shriek as she mashed the brake for all she was worth, but the Bike had gained to much
momentum. She was flung off of it and over the edge, the hard ground 30 feet down.
Scout screamed, closing her eyes. Suddenly she felt something grab her arm. Her eyes snapped open.
"Ryuk?!"
Sure enough, Ryuk, flapping his wings in a rather calm manner, had grabbed her arm, effectively stopping her plummet
of doom.
"You know, you really ought to be more careful."
Ryuk reached down with his free hand and pulled Scout up, placing her awkwardly on his back.
Scout held onto his shoulder, trying very hard not to look down.
"I thought Shinigami wern't allowed to save someone's life," she said, remembering Ryuk mentioning it once.
"I didn't, It's not your time yet. besides, if I let you fall, I'd have to go back to the Shinigami world, and that place
is a real yawn..."
Scout just continued hanging onto Ryuk for all the was worth, which wasn't easy, because of his wings. Ryuk flew
right over the tree's and back towards town.
"Wait!" Scout said, " people will see me!"
"No they won't. Unless your touching the ground, while I'm carrying you, your technically part of the Shinigami
realm...They can't see you anymore than they can see me."
Scout would have relaxed...if she wasn't about 200 feet in the air...
Ryuk spotted Scout's house and touched down in the back yard. He retracted his wings, knocking Scout off.
"Ouch..." she said rubbing her rear end, "That'll leave a mark..."
"Not as bad as the cliff would have."
Johnny Walked down the street. The Death Note tight in his grip
"Why are we HERE?" Rekab asked.
"This is where Ray use to hang out with his 'friends'." Johnny said, narrowing his eyes as they approached a run-
down looking bar. Johnny whent inside and took a seat by the window. No one seemed to notice he was beneath
the legal limit, in fact somekids younger than he was were inside. Drinking, Smoking...and not just cigarettes.
"These people are scum..." Johnny said. And they're a bad influence. All they do is make people suffer...I should
know, he;s had most of these people at our old apartment more than once."
He pulled out his Death Note and a pencil.
"You're gonna kill all of them?" Rekab asked.
"Just the ones that deserve it..." Johnny muttered.
"And I'll be damned if I let anyone else suffer at the hands of a drunk..."
He focused on the nearest man and began to write.
"Billy Matherson..."