a/n: I completely forgot I had started this story, oopsie ^^' well, for anyone who's reading this, here's the update! Mello's turn...
disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any affiliated characters.
I glanced at the small screen attached to the dashboard of my stolen delivery truck, watching intently as the red Camero on the screen screeched to a halt to avoid colliding with a line of black shiny cars. Damn, this wasn't looking good…but Matt would get out of it. He always had a knack for slipping away without a scratch. I prayed softly he'd be able to pull it off again tonight.
I remained silent, the tension seeming to drown me as I watched the car door swing open smoothly and a redhead step out with his hands up. I saw the guns all align to point at him.
My breath hitched. A smooth smirk graced Matt's lips for a moment and then he was speaking:
"Listen, I'm connected to Takeda's kidnapping so-"
No, no, no, NO! Dammit, Matt, stop talking! Stop it now before-! My prayers weren't going to be answered tonight.
It was almost as if I was taking every bullet right along with him as I watched; if I hadn't been gripping the steering wheel so hard my hands would have been shaking. There I sat, helpless to save him, miles away from him, he was alone…And then his body hit the pavement. Holes riddled Matt's chest, red already beginning to seep through the fabric. He lay there with his back to the side of his beloved car which, just like him, was now filled with holes.
I couldn't look any longer.
Matt was dead; I wasn't even going to try and deny it. He'd lost it all, because of me.
I swerved the truck off to the side and down a gravel driveway, into a churchyard. I shut off the car and leaned my head back, shutting my eyes tightly.
"Matt…I never thought you'd be killed…please, forgive me," I breathed, trying desperately to fight the tears that were building at the corners of my eyes.
Let me tell you something: I'd never said sorry, to anybody. Ever. But Matt truly deserved it; he had paid the ultimate price for me. Thinking back, I wished I would have never dragged him into this, but I did and he's dead. Life's a bitch sometimes, or maybe it's death. I didn't know anymore. All I knew was that Matt was dead in the street miles away and I was here and I wished that it was the other way around. That he sat here, safe and sound, while I lay dying alone somewhere, because I deserved it a thousand times more than he did.
Like I said, my prayers weren't going to be answered tonight.
There was one thing that nagged at my mind as I sat there, numb to everything around me: I never told him. Never said to his face how much he meant to me, how much I loved him and now, he'd never know.
Those thoughts almost killed me. Almost. But as much as I wanted to raise my gun to my head and shoot myself right there and then, I couldn't. I had to finish this, for Matt and for myself. And besides, he would have said that by killing myself I was taking the easy way out, and that wasn't a fitting way for me to go. I knew he would have been disappointed.
So I didn't do it, for his sake; I owed him that much. With that I turned on the engine on again-and stopped because suddenly it hurt.
A tight kind of pain shot through my chest. At first I thought I'd been shot, but there was no wound; then I thought I was going into shock from Matt's death.
It hit me like a ton of bricks in the next second-I was having a heart attack. I was going to die.
I slumped forward in my seat, a choking sound escaping my throat with the movement. I took my final breaths as my vision darkened.
"I'm so-sorry Matt, b-but I'm coming now, and I-I love you Matt…"
Rest in peace: Miheal Keehl.
aww, sadness. Next up, L or Light... which one should I do? reviews? :3