Within two hours of disarming the bomb the strange voice spoken again into my ear, "…L…Kira… you surprise us that you had done what needed to be done, however we had wished you shown us your face. The next challenge we pose to you is currently alive. In roughly two hours a male shall drop from the top of the Tokyo hotel….
I stood looking up at the hotel later, surly enough there was a male with orange dyed hair wearing a simple outfit walking to the edge and drops. As he drops his over shirt flies off revealing a land mine was strapped to his stomach with several bombs strapped around it. In total the force of the explosion when the bombs are triggered would be enough to eliminate the entire city. In the time it would take to call in the resources needed the bomb would had triggered.
Evacuation of the entire city would be impossible to do in time…so what shall I…
I swallowed as I made up my mind as he neared. This male is dead regardless… I've never had to shoot gun before… but this is a must. A finger hooked the trigger of a pistol in my pocket pulling it out. After gripping the weapon within the palm of my hand I turned my head away from the target and pointed the gun.
I felt my blood pulse, although I already known what the result would be. The gun is a filthy item… giving the ability of one person to kill another too easily. Sure, the ways to kill can be done simply enough with enough intellect… but with a gun a fool could point and shoot, then the person die. It also leaves clean hands but a smoking gun. Besides, the whole process with a gun is so… unclean. You spend time focusing in on a single target, what you desire to blow away. Sure, you can aim for the head itself, this is a guarantee kill, but at the same time this target isn't effective. Aside from that there are times where you can shoot a person in the head and they will slowly die, but live long enough to react and possibly even kill you.
The way to kill with a gun is to line up your sights onto the target keeping both eyes open, then shut one eye to fine tune your aim. Control your breathing, have a stable position of your body to help absorb the kick of when you fire. With rifles it is better to also have your cheek pressed against the side keeping your weapon more stable and also brings your eyes nearly perfectly aligned with the rear and front sights. Slowly bare your finger onto the trigger… after a time it will fire… and its best if you take your time to the point it nearly surprises you, but at the same time keep a strong grip on the weapon itself. I disregarded the information despite what I known. With my weapon in my hand, I turned away from the target, and pulled the trigger. The force of the shot had thrown the weapon from my lackluster grip and into the side of a trashcan, leaving a rather large dent.
Have you ever danced with the devil in pale moonlight? The face of death, brings many, most to fear. Overhead fire erupted from the sky slashing out badly in many directions. Screams of terror erupted from about me in all directions as people fled, homes caught on fire, and the world began to burn around me. Even the fire station itself was nearby enough to be snatched up in the grip of the blazing inferno. Burnt flesh of limbs spread about the area, and a jingle caught my attention. I turned walking slowly toward the source and looked down.
It was another golden necklace much like the one before… similar to the one I wear around my neck. Subconsciously my fingers pulled a necklace displaying an old English letter from under my shirt and began stroking it. My eyes closed as I gave a gentle whisper, "A and myself understand more then you know. He began slowly breaking down bit my bit… he came to the point he began tearing at his hair, gnashed his teeth, and eventually committed suicide by bringing his arms to his own throat. He simply could not handle the pressures of the simple thought of becoming L… he believed there was no way to truly do justice to the L name. No person other than L himself can fit his shoes… or shoeless position. There is none as intelligent, quick witted, and willing to take the actions needed, yet careful enough that no one even knows who his true identity is. To become a true L is the ultimate riddle… Coil and the others had tried in the detective wars to fight for the L name once before. L was overcome by another detective who became L, the same L who challenged Kira. You fight to prove yourself… to become justice… to earn the right to call yourselves L or simply defeat him… or die in the process. This I can respect… but I must bring it to an end, too many lives are at stake… but how…."