Disclaimer : I don't own Death Note. I Do Own any Oc's Presented with in this fan fiction though.
Authors Note: Gah I'm so sorry I've been so lazy. Very lazy… Since the beginning of last year lazy. I'm going to try and continue this story. Kay, so no complaints if its rusty. And to warn you, it will be rusty.
Thanks to all my readers. I'll be sure to give you all personal thanks in the next chapter. Right now I'm just trying to get this chapter out.
O,O What Happened to the Death Note Community. It grew so much, last time I check it was at its 1 K , now it's in it's 5K !
When It All Falls Apart.
She did not notice her course of direction, nor that she had stumbled into an almost empty alley. All she knew was that in her mind, were many unanswered questions. It seemed that the flow of energy that had coursed with in her body just moments ago, was filling her mind with the buzzing sound of electricity. Almost numbing her senses.
" The Card for death and the Tarot Card for The Lovers. Those two cards."
She mumbled , her hands slowly falling to her jeans pocket to pat at the thick deck of tarot cards nestled warmly inside. Her lips pursed as her eyebrows knitted.
" I think I may have to do another reading, just to be sure."
Her hand dropped from her pocket and instantly , the sound of cat calls and the sound of empty aluminum cans being kicked around finally broke through the electrical current running through her head. Her senses that had been clouded were drowsed in freezing cold water, reawakening them.
Amaya's head snapped to look over her shoulder, her eyes widening with fright as she sensed something horrible amiss. Not only had the air suddenly grown dense and humid, but the smell and the appearance of where she was had been mutated into something else.
She had no longer been in the public streets like she thought she had been. Instead she found she had walked right into a narrow alley. One that was littered with trash and that was overwhelmed with the smell of urine. Rats scurried about , nibbling on little scraps of old rags from the homeless hermits that roamed around.
Her eyes left the appearance of the alley and moved to the group of shadows that were advancing towards her. Their smell of alcohol had overpowered the smell of urine and filth, so bad , that the girls eyes had began to water and she was forced to hold her breath.
The first to step into the stream of small street light gave her a gleeful look, his eyes unfocused as a grimy grin came across his unwashed face. His unruly hair hugging his cheeks.
" Hey girly, what you doing out here all alone."
His words were slowed in pace and each time he took a step closer to her, he would stumble every now and then.
Amaya stepped back, her hands reaching towards her pocket for something she could use. She found nothing but the deck of tarot cards. She hissed, cursing her stupidity for first, walking into a dark alley in the middle of the night, and two ,not carrying some form of weaponry to defend herself.
She looked towards the exit of the alley. Not very far away, but still a small good distance. What surprised her more, was how their was barely any light showing from the exit. She growled, looking back at the drunkards and then turning her body around and making a mad dash for that exit.
"Get her!"
The man screamed towards his lackeys behind him. The men rushed forward, one raising his arm in the air and throwing a bottle that he had been drinking from.
Amaya didn't have time to react , her back was turned and already had her mind been set to running away. She did not hear the swooshing sound of air behind her.
The bottle smashed into the back of her head, sending her crashing crookedly into the alley wall, smashing her head into it and causing Amaya to fall back on the ground. The air was knocked out of her, leaving her laying on her back, watching as the clouds veiled the moon.
She could feel the wetness of her tears streaming down her face and the unmistaken metallic taste of blood. She could also feel something warm and sticky flowing from her forehead and down her cheeks, mixing with her tears.
The cards she had hid in her pocket were now scattered across the wet alley floor. Only one truly showing it's face. The tarot card of the Devil. ((1))
Amaya gasped as she felt weight on her wrists and weight on her stomach. The warm and alcoholic breath washing over her neck and then over her cheeks. She could feel clumsy hands pulling at her shirt , while other hands held down her legs and one pair even started on her pants.
She struggled, trying best to kick off her attackers, but no good came of it. The wound in her head had blurred her vision. The amount of blood she was losing was causing her to lose any strength and her world was slowly growing dim.
With a last attempt, she allowed her mouth to open and a loud scream to escape. It didn't last very long, she was quickly silenced with a devastating blow to the face. The drunk that had been kneeled beside her , had quickly back handed her.
Amaya groaned as her head bobbed side to side, her vision was starting to cloud with little colored dots and she was ready to lose herself to the darkness that awaited her.
Suddenly, the weight that had been over her body was quickly released and air that she hadn't realized was being restricted , quickly rushed back into her lungs, causing her to cough violently. She crawled to her side, settling her head in her arms, sobs racking at her form as she coughed.
" Are you alright! Damn it!"
A voice loomed over her, grabbing her gently and pulling her into their embrace. By the size, she could conclude that it was a male and the gruffness of his voice. She continued to cough, choking dearly for clean air. The man embraced her, one of his hands opening a cell phone and exclaiming frantic orders to someone on the other line. She didn't get a chance to see her rescuer , only hear his voice.
She fell into a world of darkness.
(( 1 )) The Devil : Ravage, weird or strange experience, downfall, unexpected failure, controversy, violence, disaster, an ill-tempered person
Ending Note: I really hope it wasn't that rusty. Anyhow, who could this mystery person be?! Won't be surprised to find little to no reviews for this chapter, although it is helpful. I'm just now starting to write again after my one year break XP.