WHOO! I'M OFF SCHOOL!

Sorry, I'm happy! So, to continue from S's lovely (sarcasm) cliffhanger, we have chapter 15. This chapter contains… ACTUAL PLOT DEVELOPMENT! Yes, we are capable of doing that.

Without further a due, enjoy the next 1234 words!

The second I saw S with a gun to her head, I moved. I wouldn't lose anyone, not again. I held the woman's arm up within a split-second of her pulling the trigger, just skimming S's hair.

"Okay, assholes, let her brother-in-law go and some of you will survive," I said, getting the woman, Victoria, in a headlock with my gun to her head after jabbing a thumb over my shoulder at S.

"You're just a kid," one of the guys snapped.

"No, I'm Katia Ames, aka, Victoria here's worst nightmares. And yours, if you don't let Mattie-boy here go," I said, pushing the barrel into Victoria's temple.

Everyone's eyes went wide and I could hear S getting up. 'Damn, now my hair's burnt.'

'It was your hair or your brain, Silence. I think we both know what the best choice was.'

'I know…'

"And what if we don't cooperate?" the same guy asked.

I smirked and pulled the trigger. I think even S was shocked. I could hear Matt asking what was going on from the other room, but I didn't answer, and neither did S.

"So… who's next?" S asked from behind me. I could hear the small waver in her voice, but I ignored it. She's a murderer too, I guess she's just shocked to see me do it in front of her.

"I say him –"I pointed to a guy in the corner "– seeing as he's the one who burnt Viola," I suggested.

The guy I pointed to was a blonde who looked like he wanted to shit himself. His eyes were a dark blue and looking above his head I was what I didn't want to see.

Samuel Church…

'Hey S, we really should go for him, after all, he is the last Church to get rid of,' I added mentally, smirking darker than I did earlier when I shot poor Vicky.

'Axel's dad? But isn't he dead? Why else would the mini asshole show up at Wammy's?'

'Mafia problems are a nightmare, okay. So, you up for it?'

'Only because what you did to Axel was entertaining. Great farewell present, Believe.'

I nodded. "So, Samuel, is it? Did you have fun doing that to my friend? And abandoning your son, great idea. He was murdered a few years ago now. Terrible way to go, murdered by his little cousin. He didn't scream though, but is room was a mess."

I kept walking towards him, smiling, pulling my lovely Miss Flicky out of my sleeve. "He was killed with this flick knife too. And your wife was killed by a vase, if you remember. Same girl too, your niece. She's a real piece of work.

"S, would you mind taking care of the other guys while help dear Mister Church here?" I asked.

"What do you mean, Axel isn't dead," Samuel said. "And how the hell do you know my name?"

I rolled my eyes. I have not changed since I saw him last unless you could the random bits of blue in my hair and my height… and sharpness of my teeth, but that's seriously it! "Yes he is and I know it because…" I trailed off to pull him down to my height.

"…I'm the one who killed them."

Samuel's eyes went wide. "B… Believe?"

"Hi Uncle Sam!" I smiled, feigning innocence.

"No… You're dead. Axel told me you were dead. You died in an orphanage fire over ten years ago –"

"Twelve years," I cut him off, "and I'm the one who set that place of fire. It was fun."

I then took a photo of him on my phone. I wasn't going to kill him now, no. I was going to kill him later, Kira style. I turned around a shot the guy who was trying to negotiate with me earlier.

'Aren't you going to kill him?' I heard S ask.

'Later. Kira isn't the only one who can kill without being there. Besides, it won't be fun to just slit his throat.'

I heard S sigh outwardly, just like I expected her to.

"Girls, hurry it up. I'm circling around now, so make sure my Mattie is ready to leave," Mello said through the walkie-talkie.

"Well, S, you heard Mello-jello. Let's get this over with," I said.

"Yeah! Time to shoot these fuckers down~!" S sang, pulling other gun out and shooting a guy twice.

"You've been around your sister way too much!" I said, shooting another guy.

"Okay Mattie, let's get the fuck out of here before your man-wife tries to kill us!" S and I both shouted. The troubles of angry gays is real for us two.

Three hours later we were all sitting at home, watching the news.

"A warehouse on the outskirts of town was found alight a while ago, with a badly damaged body found just out of the fire's range. The body of a man, yet to be identified, was found with a shot wound in his right foot and his throat slit. In his hands were a knife and a piece of paper that seemed to be a suicide note. This is what it said," the news lady said before a piece of paper with somewhat scrawly writing that read:

It's time to show Kira that he's hasn't won this just yet. This was all done by someone with the same power as him, but younger. This is Her doing. She is not like Kira, for She actually has a brain. All this, the fire, the shot in my foot, the slit in my neck, She decided it was to happen. Kira needs to watch his back before he's too deep in his LIE.

She is his LIE.

Mello shut the TV off after that. "So we have another Kira on the loose? Just perfect."

"I did it," I muttered weakly.

Matt and Mello looked at me in shock. "You?! But… you were completely capable of killing him before. I mean, sure, he burnt Viola but… that?!" Matt cried.

"I needed Kira to know I existed, and not only did he burn Viola, but he was Axel's father. I needed to get rid of him somehow. Two birds, one stone, I guess."

"But Kira –"

"Kira will only grow stronger the longer he thinks he doesn't someone hunting him down. I know that, eventually, every country will give in to his rule, but we won't. Us four, plus Beacon, Ana and Viola, cannot give in to this, Matt. We are the strong ones."

S nodded. "She's right guys. We may not have been L's successors, but – as much as I hate saying this – we have to take over. Like hell the Sheep is actually going to do this well, and we all have different skill sets. Apart, we all would fall short of Sir Snow White, but together we leave him in the dust. We all had the training, we just need to use it."

"That was the last thing I thought you would say, S," Mello said. "I more expected you to make more animal noises."

"So," I started, "are we going to do this?"

Everyone in the soon to be Keehl-Jeevas family turned and whispered to each other. I knew what they were going to say, but I needed to be sure. I wasn't dragging them along.

"We're in."

This will be our death.