Holy hell, I love writing this but I feel like I'm insane by doing so. In this chapter there is a part that switches between Japanese, English, German, Spanish, and Chinese. The translation is at the bottom :3
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WARNING: There is GORE in this. Not descriptive, per-say, but if you dislike gore or mildly dark themes, I'd suggest skipping them.
Dislclaimer: If I owned Death Note, it wouldn't be popular, seeing a I'm a thirtee year old gir with waaaay too much freetime.
Blood it drips
From a crack
Resting upon the ceiling
I can't help but wonder
Who's blood it is
And what they must be feeling
Are they happy? Are they afraid?
Were they shaking in terror
As they counted down the days?
Maybe it was sudden
And they didn't plan at all
Either way someone just died
Directly down the hall
Everything started almost a month after the Lind L. Taylor incident. For me, that is. I can't speak for anyone else. My mother had asked me to go to the grocery store and pick up some extra sugar because she had run out. Our neighbors were eating dinner at our house like most Friday nights.
We lived in Indiana, in a nice suburb with middle-class families. Our house had four bedrooms and was two stories tall. Nothing interesting.
I was only about thirty feet away from the store's doors when it happened. There was a near hypnotic pull to a black object laying on the ground in a nearby alley, pulling me over without even realizing I had done so. I crouched down, gingerly picking up the notebook.
"Death Note..." I murmured to myself, thumbing through the empty pages that seemed to be made of some type of parchment. A notebook of death? Sounded interesting. I'd look at it more later. I unzipped the purse I had become accustomed to carrying around, a small brown one that I kept the bare necessities in, slipping the book in and zipping it up until returning to the task at hand.
The Death Note didn't cross my mind until later that night. I wouldn't call myself an insomniac per-say, but I was always a night owl. I could fall asleep if I wanted to, sure, but I enjoyed spending four or so hours every night without the carefully placed mask of Tabitha interfering with what I wanted to do. I didn't have to read Twilight and talk about what guy was the cutest – because honestly, I'd yet to meet a guy that even remotely interested me. Or a girl for that matter. Perhaps I was asexual.
I could read Stephen King books, laughing when each new person died in fun new ways, and if I wanted to talk to anyone I'd log onto my deviantart account. The only people I was remotely interested in actually talking to were generally people as... different as me. They were much more tolerable then the pathetic people I had met face to face.
In those select hours my parents assumed I spent sleeping, I would log onto my laptop with Hulu in my lap and Kori at my feet, hairband out of my soft black tresses, instead tucked behind my ears. I didn't have to wear those stone-washed jeans tucked into fake-fur boots, along with an Abercrombie shirt covered in so much perfume it made me want to vomit. I could wear loose black athletic-shorts and a white shirt three sizes too big with sleeves that went well past my hands.
From 10:00pm to 2:00am I was simply me.
Tonight, after going through the motions of saying goodnight to both my mother and father, I changed into my pajamas and climbed onto my bed, clad in simple blue comforters, contemplating what I wanted to do. I could check and see if my newest poems had gotten any comments or start reading that new book I had bought on my kindle, "It." At the thought of the book, I recalled the mysterious object I had discovered in the alley.
Climbing out of bed once more and earning a scowl from Hulu as I dislodged him, I grabbed my purse, taking out the notebook and thumbing through it again until I reached the inside of the back cover, filled with what seemed to be rules.
1. The human whose name is written in this note shall die.
2. This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.
3. If the cause of death is written within the next 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.
4. If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.
5. After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.
I froze at this. I wasn't stupid - actually I was rather very smart. I understood what this meant. If this was in fact real and not designed by some crazy Kira fanatic, then Kira was probably in possession of one of them.
"Die of a heart attack..." I whispered, eyes wide with unconcealed excitement. I had to try it. I had to know if it would work. Quickly opening my laptop, I typed in the complex number combination before opening Internet Explorer. Typing in the local news' website, I turned on the live feed.
It was a weather forecast, done by an overly perky woman with blonde hair that definitely wasn't natural. I picked up a pen from my bedside table, glancing at the name plate on the desk in front of her. I waited for her to turn around, easily memorizing her face before I began to write.
Amelia Brewer suddenly pauses in her forecast at 10:12pm, grabbing the pencil from her desk and stabbing herself in the throat with it, before dying of blood loss three minutes later.
Smiling, I began to chew on the cap of the pen I had written with, glancing at the time on my computer.
"5...4...3...2...1." I said, counting down. Amelia broke off in the middle of her sentence, her eyes looking glazed over.
"Amelia?" A voice called from behind the camera. Suddenly, the blonde grabbed the pencil, stabbing it into her jugular with a shriek. Blood splattered all around her and all over the lens of the camera. I could hear the screams of the people on the set and watched as the video turned black.
I couldn't move, not sure what was more surprising; the fact that I had just seen a woman died, or that I had caused her death. Maybe it was the fact that it felt so damn good.
A hysterical laugh tore itself from me and I quickly muffled it with my hands. I laughed so hard my eyes pricked with tears.
Was this how Kira felt? Because it was obvious now – Kira had a death note. I couldn't blame Kira for all the people he had killed if that was what he felt with each written name – that rush, that shock, the power.
In that moment I knew I could do anything. With a simple scrawl I could kill the president, or a celebrity like Britney Spears. But I wouldn't become a copy-cat Kira – no, that was much much too boring. I had a love for dramatics, might as well use them.
There was no justice in our world – humans killed humans, animals, and the earth. We polluted, coveted, lied, and hated. We were an awful race. We were unnecessary. And I could kill them all, strike panic and fear into the souls of everyone.
It would be pure and utter Chaos.
My eyes lit up as I thought of that, and I quickly logged onto Youtube, creating a new account, a deranged smirk on my face as I did so.
X.x.X
It wasn't often that L didn't know what to do. He was a proficient man, a genius, and he was well aware of the fact. Yet a simple video, a simple viral video just made his life that much more complicated. For the seventh time that hour, he replayed the simple video. A distorted voice rang out of the speakers, a simple smiley face as the video background.
"Konnichiwa. Hola. Hello. Hallo. Ni-Hao. Watashi wa Chaos. Yo no soy dios, ni soy justicia. I am a simple human in the disgusting world we have created. Ich habe die Macht von Kira, obwohl ich keine Moral haben. Wo keyi, bing hui sha si renhe ren, wo xiang yeshi. Weisheme ne? Because Kira and L have created a game I wish to play. For L, I can and will kill anyone that meets my fancy. With Kira, I am just another one of those criminals you wish to kill. I also know of the power you use to murder.
I wonder who will win this game, and how many will die because of it? Times ticking.
Chaos loves you."
Chaos's account had only once video, but it was bordering on a million subscribers after a day. This Chaos player had already set up a blog too, and it quite honestly disturbed him. He wrote it as if a journal entry, already listing the people he killed. He was treating this as a game, with peoples lives as the pawn. In a way, this Chaos was much more dangerous than Kira, because Chaos seemed completely lacking sanity and morals, a dangerous combination, even if he wasn't as smart as Kira.
Though, honestly, he had a feeling this Chaos was very, very smart. The effortless switching between languages was flawless. He couldn't detect an accent in any of them, and though Chaos had settled in English he couldn't tell whether it was purposefully supposed to lead him to the conclusion that Chaos lived in an English speaking country like the United States or Canada, yet at the same time he could really be on a completely different continent. It was definitely a headache.
He wished he could have passed it off as an internet hoax, but on Chaos's blog there was a list of people he was going to kill. The blog had been created yesterday, and Watari confirmed that about two hours ago, all over the world people suddenly stopped, created a heart with there hands, and called out "Chaos loves me!" before dying. And this definitely confirmed that Kira too could kill in different ways – Chaos seemed sadistic in nature, seeing as the deaths generally involved lots of blood and trauma, some of the people even suffering for up to ten minutes.
There hadn't even been a pattern in the five murders so far – a middle-aged man, a seventeen-year-old girl, a well-known french celebrity, an old elderly man, and finally a prisoner, like with Kira, except he was just in prison for animal abuse. Out of the five deaths, he personally though the last one was the most gruesome. The man had tore his own eyeball out of his skull.
The detective was at his wits end. He couldn't even do the same thing to narrow down the location of Chaos as he had done with Kira, seeing as he had already done it before. Well he hadn't exactly expected for another person with Kira's powers to appear out of nowhere. This at least meant that it was either a weapon, or it was possible for another person to get the power.
L resisted the urge to sigh and called Watari, asking for a cup of tea with extra sugar. He was meeting the task force for the first time today and now he had two insane mass-murderers to hunt down instead of one.
Anyone picking up the subtle hints I'm dropping? No? Darn. Tabitha's Shinigami appears next chapter. I'm going to begin starting off the chapters with a "blog update" from Chaos. Does that sound cool? Like with the poem in this chapter, and the poem in the last chapter.
TRANSLATION:
I am Chaos. I am no god, nor am I justice. I am simply a human on this disgusting planet we have created. I have the power of Kira, though I have no morals. I can, and will kill anyone I wish too. Why? Because Kira and L have created a game I wish to play. For L, I can and will kill anyone that meets my fancy. With Kira, I am just another one of those criminals you wish to kill. I also know of the power you use to murder.
Song of the Chapter: The Game of Life - Hatsune Miku (Fitting, ne?)
~Adra