Death Note
Chapter 25
Mello turned around and lunged for her arm. Immediately, she turned back around and punched him in the face. It wasn't enough to make him bleed, but to lightly bruise.
When he looked back at her, she was gone.
L.E.K walked down the halls until she came to an open, luxurious space where all of his workers hung out. The gun, in full form, was lying on the coffee table. No one was paying any attention to it, considering that it did burn one of their comrades.
She walked so casually out into the room. No one had noticed until someone had saw her holding and checking it for any scratched, marks and/or finger prints, which should not be there.
Well, obviously there was one from the dumbass who touched it, but aside from that, it was in good condition.
"Assistant Killer! She's got the gun!" Someone shouted out. They all looked at her and started to fear. L.E.K wasn't even paying attention to them. She was more concerned about the gun.
When she looked at them, they were pointing their hand guns at her.
Just the way I like it. The smell of people's fear, Millie thought.
Lexia pulled on her hood and became Assistant Killer. She turned her body off to the left and looked down her right arm, which was pointing directly at someone's forehead. Her figure slowly started to grip the trigger and then it happened.
A violent pulse rushed through her torso.
A heart attack? She thought.
Millie pressed the button on the gun, turning it back into a bracelet and fell to her knees, holding onto her ribcage, tightly. Blood spurted out of her mouth. Her internal organs felt like they were on fire.
Mello ran down the hall and stopped in the door way, completely confused of what was happening. Then he rushed to her aid but was pushed away, immediately.
She tried to stand, slowly regaining balance and still gripping her upper body.
The exit was off to her left. Millie pushed open the doors and ran for it.
It was dark outside. The sky was a faint blue off in the distance, only because the sun was starting to rise.
Running down the empty street, L.E.K realized that where Mello's hideout was located, wasn't far from an old, abandoned mansion that the 3 siblings use to be terrified of when they were little. Now it was a substitute home for Lexia.
Just 3 blocks away, she was limping and trying to run while dripping a faint trail of blood, from her mouth, behind her.
Mello tried to chase after her, but she was already out of site.
10 minutes later, Millie was leaning against a pillar, struggling to keep the screams of pain inside. She rested her head back and left her mouth wide open, like she was gasping for air, when a small, purple flame flickered, in front of her face for an instant.
What the hell was that? Are purple flames are burning the inside of me!?
"Heehee. That's a good guess," came a high sounding, female voice.
She looked around to see who said that, then noticed that her silver bracelet was glowing blue.
"Haven't you realized that you are the first holder of a death weapon? You got screwed over by a shinigami; a person who isn't even alive anymore. How unfortunate for you, but in the future, you'll come to thank Ryuk," the voice said.
"Wh-what are you talking a-about?" L.E.K asked through her pain.
"Didn't you know that a shinigami's organs disintegrate when they first become Gods of Death? It doesn't happen pain-free, you know. Every newly born shinigami loses his or her organs differently. The type of pain is based on what your powers will be like. In your case, it's fire. Purple to be exact. But the correct term for this purple fire is spirit flames. The most important people that you have killed, like the pope for example, the greater the pain becomes, because that soul is powerful," it explained.
Millie still didn't understand. What was this "first holder" stuff supposed to mean?
"That's all I'm going to say. You're on your own from here."
The bracelet went from glowing blue, back to normal. It was like, for a moment, it was possessed by some sort of spirit that was lurking around. She wondered if that theory was correct or at least partly right.
Lexia's curious thoughts, to this whole shinigami thing, were set aside to make room for what was happening to her right now.
A huge amount of pain darted from one side of her, to another and then she let out a scream, which was able to be heard all around, if there were people on the streets at 4 o'clock in the morning.