Glad you liked the first chapter! Here's the second! Just to make it easier, I'm gonna name the town Konpeito, so I don't have to refer to it as 'the little town' or whatever. Yes, I do know what Konpeito is. BTW, do you think I should name the chapters? Just so you know, I'm really bad at that…heh…on with the chapter!
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"This has been going on too long! That murderer has taken the lives of twenty-one people to date!" yelled an outraged man to the Konpeito chief of police.
"We're doing all we can," he replied, "but there hasn't been any evidence near any of the bodies."
"How can there be absolutely no trace of evidence?" the man yelled.
"Please calm down, I assure you I'm not lying, we really are doing all we can, but there really is no evidence to point out the murderer." The chief said.
Seeing he wasn't going to get the answers he wanted, the man left in a huff. The chief sighed, leaning back in his chair, his graying brown hair falling to either side of his head.
"Sir…isn't there anything we can do? I mean, I'm sure he's not the only person who has the nerve to come storming down here." The chief's younger subordinate said, making a good point. The man that had just left could easily round up over a hundred people and demand answers.
"I don't know what we can do….I really don't know…." The chief replied, rubbing his forehead.
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The great detective sat staring at the computer screen with his knees tucked up to his chest, eating a piece of cake.
"So many deaths in such an isolated spot…" he said to himself in a voice just louder than a whisper. Since the Kira case had been solved, there hadn't been very many challenging cases to work on. This would give him something to do, plus it seemed a tough case to solve. He wrote an e-mail to the Konpeito police chief.
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Ding. The chief's computer sounded, signaling new mail. He opened up the e-mail; it was from his wife. He clicked the letter, it read:
To the Chief of Police in Konpeito. Greetings, I am L. I apologize for using the address of your wife; it was safer that way. Now, this message cannot be traced back to me. I am willing to help your town. Twenty-one casualties have occurred to date, am I correct? I shall get back to you soon; please wait patiently.
L
The chief stared at the screen. Could this be for real? Obviously his wife hadn't composed this e-mail. L…he vaguely recalled hearing that name somewhere before…on a business trip to Tokyo. Well, he supposed that all he really could do now was wait, and hope this L guy actually made contact.
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Hina lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her clock struck midnight; 'time for dinner…' she thought, leaping off her bed and going to the window in one liquid motion. She jumped down from her five storey balcony and melted into the shadows, seeking her next prey. She found it exiting a house, crying. It was a girl, about sixteen years of age. A man, who must've been her father, threw a bottle at her; it fell short and hit the sidewalk. The girl ran as fast as she could. Perfect. Whenever people were distraught, they were easily persuaded. Hina rushed up to the crying girl, putting on a worried face,
"What's the matter?" she asked, offering the girl a tissue. She always carried them in her pockets; never know when you might need one.
The girl held out her arms, revealing red marks all over them. She must've been hit at least a dozen times.
"Well, c'mon, how about you spend the night at my house? I'm sure you don't want to go home." Hina offered, holding out her hand. The girl took it thankfully and started following Hina. It was very easy to lead her down the wrong path, into a part of town where almost nobody lived.
The girl started to get scared, Hina could tell by the way her heart started to beat faster, and she started sweating a little. Hina licked her lips, she could resist anymore. She grabbed her girl and before she had a chance to scream, sunk her fangs into her throat. In minutes, the girl was completely drained. Another satisfying meal. Again, Hina went back to her apartment, and slept.
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I had to fit Hinamori in somehow! And I'm calling her Hina now, 'cause writing 'Hinamori' every time gets kinda long… yeah, I'm lazy… should I change the genre? That was a random question! But should I? I think so, but I want a second opinion…. Please review! You'll get…invisible L nendoroids!!! And thank you for your wonderful review(s)!