Ego

Jeff lay on his bed with his arms crossed behind his head, his blue eyes look up on the ceiling and he seems to be spacing out. As in, he is in his deep thought over something. He was in his black shirt with short sleeves and he kept wearing his favourite black jeans. Slenderman, who stood beside his bed, hunched over and his non-like eyes looking down at the 19 year old boy who rested on the bed; eyes wide open due to the non-eyelid and not even bother to put the blindfold on.

'I wonder what the boy could be thinking.'

The mystical creature turns his body around and his back facing Jeff. He places his right foot on Jeff's study table and was about to go out. Slenderman's head turn to the left and look at Jeff over his shoulder before leaving. And yet, the boy didn't seem to move a muscle and is still laying there on the bed. Then, the mystical creature heads out to kidnap the children, since he hadn't been doing it for a very long time and for God knows what the mystical creature could've done with them.

However, back to the psychopathic serial killer, the boy keeps on lying on the bed and completely unaware of Slenderman's non-presence in his room. What he thought was the memory which it kept on replaying over and over; it was when he killed his mother, the bullies and the encounter with the world's greatest Private Detective A. He hasn't encountered her for real, yet, but, in his mind, he did.

'That computerized synthetic voice he was using and that font as he disguised himself, what could he'd be hiding? He even outsmarted me. Finally! A worthy Opponent!'

Says Jeff in his thought, his shifted his body and turn on lay on his left and his head rested on his left arm. He shivers at the thought of how the private detective could be investigating him that far.

'At some point, he could tell where I am and he could tell how I kill people. But, he can't see me while kill them. That's odd. Maybe, I should ask the Slenderm-' he turn his head to look back to where the mystical creature usually stood, once his eyes landed on the spot next to the bed; the Slender creature is gone. His eyes went wide and he sits up while looks around, wanting the Slenderman's presence to be close-by.

"What the!? Where is that Slenderman!? He should be here!" Then, his eyes darted towards the clock at the wall near his bedroom door, sighing. '12 o'clock. It's midnight, and dad should be home by now.' He sat still and went silence for a while. The house, it was too quiet. His father hasn't coming home yet, ever since he had a meeting with the ICPO in New York. Jeff let out a huff of annoyance, his father is so blind. Why his old man can't see him as a murderer? Why his old man didn't know he's that psychopathic serial killer? And he if he wasn't snapped that day, he wouldn't have killed his mother, especially, his big brother, Liu. But then again, he didn't care.

He remembered Liu said that the Private Detective A was a girl and he or she cleared his brother's juvenile records. One thought crossed his mind was the silvered hair girl at the age of 12 years old, stared at him emotionlessly with her dull eyes grey eyes, frowning slightly.

Ah... He still remembered her feature too well. He'd wished he could meet her but it's been five years since he last saw her and he had looked everywhere for her during his killings and still she has not been seen. None at all and Jeff found it weird. He was wondered

'Does she still remember me? She doesn't mind my 'beautiful face', does she? Will she ever accepted me if I look like this? I-I know we've just met for the first time but. I've never seen a girl like that before in my entire life.'

Poor, Jeffery. He had fallen in love with the silvered hair girl whom he had met at some kid's birthday party. What he didn't know was that girl is the girl whom he had encounter with as the world's greatest detective and is about to hunt him down. He'll meet her soon enough.

In New York, there she was sitting on the hotel's couch; her left leg pulled up and places it against her chest. Her left hand holds the small fork which was used to eat the cake with it. With her favourite, cheesecake rested on the small plate that was place on top of the table in front of her. She stops lifting up the fork mid-half air as her eyes watched the 'horror movie' she personally called it.

Her eyes lingers on the dead criminal's heart, it was gripped harshly as the blood eerily dripped onto the white tile's floor. There, she sees the flying heart stop in mid-air; it's as if the heart was shown to someone and then, it was thrown onto the bloody wall. A frown slightly, she can't figure it out who was the one behind this killing.

"Either it's somebody else's who had been doing the killings or it could be JTK, himself." She said this to herself, knowing that Mr. Woods and the others had fast asleep. What caught her eyes was the bloody footprints were shown; walking out and jumped through the open window. Then, nothing and A just sits there, her eyes went wide at the sight and her favourite cheesecake left untouched.

Clucked clucked clucked

She hears the footsteps getting closer, it was soft and edible but, she didn't move a muscle. "Angel." A voice of a sixty year old British man can be heard. She turns her head slightly to the voice but her eyes look down on the cheesecake. She answered him, "Yes, Sky? Is something wrong?" Her usual monotone voice never changed even the slightest, and finally, she takes small chumps on the cheesecake, savouring the taste.

"It's L..."

A turns her head to look at Sky, her once shocked face turns back to her usual calm like once, still apathetic. She knew who's this L was, he was the true successor to the original L, Near. That white haired detective, now at the age of 20 whom she made a deal with to solve this JTK case. He was given her a chance to solve it and him to help her in the case. She stayed quiet for a moment, giving the chance for him to continue. "He would like to speak with you. Immediately."

It was 4:30 a.m now and the others had woken up, A nodded her head and turns to look at the NYPD's chief, who was staring at her curiously with those blue tired eyes. "Mr. Woods... I would recommend you to watch this 'horror movie' over and over until you find something suspicious." A knows this, she was testing them completely and he was unaware of it. Matsui stands on his feet, his face shows a bit of shock and Francis walks over to him, curiousity was shown on his face. "Uhm... U-hm...?" Matsui managed to mutter something out, Francis raises a brow and, Mr. Woods and A watches Matsui's shocked face. A had found the dark haired man's facial expression reaction's quite amusing. "He meant to say... H-h-h-h-h-horror...m-m-m-movie!? Right?" says Francis, replacing the word Matsui was about to say and Matsui could only nod his head.

"I meant by horror movie was the surveillance video tapes which I had caught him killing Mr. Anderson. Matsui, please, stop shaking." A finally said. Dillon crossed his arms, standing next to Matsui "And where do you think you're going, Angel?" he asks, A lifted up her gaze from Matsui's face to Dillon's signature scowl as she replied in her monotone voice, "Someone important is coming and I am in needed to answer him."

Matsui, Francis and Christopher's heart shatters at the word 'him'. They all stared at her with wide eyes, of course, they thought 'him' is A's boyfriend, since she called him as an important person. What they don't know was that important person is L, whom she had secretly met and calls every single hour. "I'll leave it up to you, Mr. Woods. Inform me whenever you have found something highly suspicious in those videos." She said, standing up and leave the room while following Sky behind.

The NYPD's chief turn to look at the other members then back at the five monitor screens with the video's pause for a while. "Alright, everyone. Let's do what Angel has told us to." With that, the members of the NYPD begins their research of the surveillance videos, A had left and they will do it as the officers way.

Angel, whom she called herself as the Private Detective A, entered into an isolated room with no furnitures in it except for the laptop's lid lifted up and the screen shows big letter N with the same font she used as she reveals himself. She knew it, it was N himself and he was not using the Old English Text, L as he usually used. Angel kneeled down and pressed the button which it connected to the microphone. With that cue, Near speaks without his computerized synthetic voice.

"A..."

He said, and his voice which was monotone apathetic; still soothing to her ears. And that, they discuss something what Near had found what she wanted and he knew it.

To Be Continued...

Me: Finally! Chapter 10!

Mello and Matt: What?! Lame... =-="

Me: Oh come on! It's not THAT bad! =-= At least some watchers and non-watchers read this! ^_^ Now... Do the disclaimer!

Mello and Matt: NO!

Me: Alright... I'll call...upon... Neat the great! XD

Near: Yes?

Me: Please~ Do a disclaimer...3

Near: *sigh* Alright... CheonSa doesn't own Death Note story plots nor its characters, she doesn't own Mr. Woods and Jeffery Woods, a.k.a Jeff The Killer *ahem* and she also doesn't own Slenderman, And Masky or any other characters that doesn't belongs to her. But she does own the Oc. But... I own CheonSa herself... And that's that...

Me: O/-/O Oh my... - *squeals in excitement*

Anyway! I hope you've had fun reading this! Thank you! :D