Author's Note: This chapter is where the story really starts. Yes, it is named after a Fall Out Boy song. Most chapters will be named after songs. I hope you like it.

Warning: This chapter includes attempt of rape, Light being sexist, suicidal thoughts, and fighting.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. If I did I doubt anyone would've died.

Chapter One: I've Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea

LIGHT'S POV

Today is Friday. Friday is a very common favorite day of the week amongst people in my age group. Most will smile even though they are under huge levels of stress simply because it was a Friday. Why do so many people love Friday? Because the very next day is Saturday. Why isn't Saturday their favorite day then? They are overly optimistic and do not understand what this life can really do to you. Favoring Friday simply because the next day is Saturday is to be naive and expect that you will be completely fine when Saturday arrives. You cannot be wise and expect that. There are so many terrible things that can happen at any given moment. You could be literally be stabbed in the back. You could be raped. You could be hit by a car. You could be robbed. You could be kidnapped. I can go on forever and ever. I was never the kind of person to pick a favorite day of the week until recently. I am guilty of saying it is Friday. But I didn't pick Friday because the next day is Saturday. I picked Friday because if all goes well I will never have to live though another day ever again.

Cram school had just gotten out. I took this last opportunity to get a good look at the imbeciles who surround me every day before I started to walk to the convenience store.

Two girls, one short and one tall, were having an argument about a boy in their shrill voices, "But I saw him first!" Most females I have encountered seem to be so shallow like this. It is all makeup and boys. Two things that really mean nothing. I never understood how someone could love a shallow woman because she has large boobs. Heck, sometimes I don't understand how someone could love a female at all.

"Why can't you ever be on time mom?" Ryochin was yelling at his poor mother for being late as she pulled up to the curb in her blue minivan. His mom was not late. We have only been out of class for two minutes. Ryochin has always been extremely pathetic. He is overweight and gets terrible grades. The day a female (or male) displays romantic and or sexual attraction towards him will also be the day that notebooks start randomly falling out of the sky. His mother is practically throwing her money down the drain by sending him to cram school. People like Ryochin may not do anything illegal in their entire life span, but they still add to the feeling that this world is rotting.

Sudou and his group, although the word gang would be more appropriate, were smoking. Not only are cigarettes banned from campus, but it is illegal to smoke in Japan if you are under the age of twenty. I know for a fact that none of them are twenty years old. All of them, however, are dim enough to be held back so many times that there are still in high school at age twenty. I wonder what other laws they like to casually break. They probably drink, smoke pot, and steal too. It is people like this that are ruining this world. Seeing my classmates like this makes me wonder if the world would be better off without them.

I continued on my way. These people didn't deserve anymore of my time. The nearest convenience store wasn't that far away. Only three blocks. I needed to buy paper. I think it would be highly inconsiderate to write my suicide note on my bedroom walls.

The convenience store was like every other convenience store in the history of convenience stores. There was a large window in the front that the entire parking lot could be seen though. Everything was bright from the colors to the lights, but it still had a depressing feel to it. The cashier seemed to stare straight though me absently as he collected my money.

The moment I stepped outside I heard a voice desperately screaming, "Help me! Somebody! Anybody help me!" On instinct I ran towards the source of the voice and I stopped in an alleyway. What I saw was absolutely appalling. A man with long bottle blond hair who appeared to be in his late thirties or earlier forties had a beautiful girl who seemed to be around my age pinned against a cold brick wall. He removing her coat as she struggled and screamed. I knew what was going on. I am not a fool. He was about to rape her. Rape is sick and cruel and evil and nobody should ever have to be raped. Ever.

"Hey! Get off of her you barbarian!" I yelled. I didn't know what exactly I planned to do, but I wanted to something. One last good thing before I kick the bucket. The only good thing I will ever do that will actually make a difference. They both looked at me. The woman had a desperate hope in her eyes and the man seemed annoyed. The man let go of the woman and started strolling over to me. The woman sprinted off and didn't look back. I wasn't quite sure if he wanted to kill me or make me his bitch. Perhaps both.

He smirked, "You're going to wish you hadn't of done that." Now that I think about it I do not want to know what he wanted to do to me. I realized that he had trapped me against a wall like the woman was. I was pretty darn screwed, so I did the first thing that came to mind in order to defend myself. I sent my fist flying upwards into his neck as hard as I possibly could. In that instant blinding pain showed on every inch of his being as he fell to his knees. He started violently coughing up a red substance. Blood. It was starting to get on my clothing. He was desperately trying to get some oxygen. He did this for six minutes and I was too shocked to do anything but stare. After those six long minutes he stopped coughing up blood and struggling for air. After those six long minutes he fell forward from his position on his knees. After those six long minutes he died.

I hesitantly checked for a pulse in case I was wrong about him being dead. I wasn't wrong. He smelled terrible. Well, the bowels and bladder do empty at the moment of death. Death. I killed him. I killed him. I killed him. I couldn't keep my stomach from evacuating its contents and I threw up on the floor next to me. I killed him. I killed a man. This will not be overlooked, even if it was in self-defense. I am a murderer. Murder is a crime. My father always preached that criminals were evil no matter what until I believed it more than he did. He is going to disown me when he finds out that I killed an innocent… wait… this man was not innocent. This man was guilty of attempt of rape. That woman might not have been his first try either. He could have raped many people. He deserved to die, but not like this. Actually I take back my previous statement. How did he deserve to die? He deserved so much more pain and so much more agony.

I planned to kill myself tonight, but instead I killed him. Maybe I have a purpose in life. Maybe that purpose is to punish the guilty. That is why this had to happen tonight of all nights. I began to understand that I am a chosen one. I can fix this rotten world and this is how I am going to do it. I must kill as many of the wicked as possible… but my mind. If had such a strong reaction to killing just one man, I even threw up, can I handle killing another? That does not matter. I will keep killing no matter what my mental state may be. I will not be stopped unless my heart is stopped with me. I could get caught though. I will just have to be careful that does not happen.

Yes, I am probably going to be the world's greatest hypocrite before my life is through, but I don't care. I shall wear the label murder with pride for my murder is justified. The police, my father, might not agree. Does their opinion truly matter anyway? No. They do not ever have to know that I am the killer. I have made up my mind.

I carefully stood up again trying to avoid my small puddle of vomit. I slowly stepped over the grayish corpse. I began to sprint as fast as I could. I had to get far, far away from the body before someone discovers it. People are usually not in this part of town at this time of night, so it might take until morning until he is found. Still, the farther away the better. Home was only a mile away and if I kept up this speed I should be home in eleven minutes or less.

When I finally got to my front doorstep I glanced at my watch. It was just after midnight. I normally come home from cram school at eleven. I'll just say I was talking with friends and time got away from us. Yeah, that's what I'll say. They'll believe that. I slid in the door as silently as possible. At this time Sayu was usually in her room listening to Hideki Ryuga music on her iPod, dad (if he was home) is usually sleeping, and mom is usually reading. I do not care to disturb anyone. Luckily I did not.

I crept up the stairs and snuck up into my room slowly. Not a single noise was made. For the task I am about to do I can have no interruption. If someone does walk in on me a lot of awkward questions will be asked of me. Questions I am not fully sure I would be able to answer. I plopped down on my computer chair. I was a little bit nervous. Sure I had done this before, but that was for fun. This was serious. I turned on the computer. It was easy, as usual, to gain access to police files. There is only five passwords protecting the files, and my dad picked them all. My birthday is the first password, Sayu's birthday is the second password, his own birthday is the third password, mom's birthday is the fourth password, and his and mom's wedding anniversary was the last password. Oh so predictable.

I glanced though the criminal records. I cannot kill people who are currently in jail. It would never work. I can only kill people who have finished their sentences or people that were guilty but were never punished. On the paper I had bought I began to make a list of people that are eligible for my judgment. You could call it a hit list of sorts.

1. Watanabe Haruki- armed robbery of a house- served four years in jail- released a week ago

2. Wakahisa Takumi- child pornography on computer- only served one month in jail- released four years ago

3. Sato Sakura- con artist- served two years in prison- released eight years ago

4. Tanaka Momoka- molested son- served three years in prison- released five years ago

5. Fujioka Kaito- embezzled funds from establishment he was employed at- served nine months in jail- released twelve years ago

6. Akiyama Ayaka- smuggled drugs into a prison- served six months in jail- released six months ago

7. Kagome Souta- raped three women- served ten years in prison- released four weeks ago

8. Hitachiin Hikaru- molested younger brother- served one year in prison- released two years ago

9. Tenma Kenzo- malpractice in the medical field- served eight years in jail- released two months ago

10. Hamasaki Hina- kidnapping- served three years in prison- released four years ago

I stopped after Hamasaki Hina. Ten is a good number to start with. I wouldn't want to put too much on my plate. I am a beginner after all. When I kill everyone on this list I will burn it and make a new one. Everyone on this list had something in common besides the fact that they were part of the scum of the earth. They all used their wealth, power, and social status to lessen their sentence. Hitachiin Hikaru is the CEO of a large multimillion dollar fashion industry. Tenma Kenzo was the most respected and best paid doctor in the entire Kanto region. They all deserved much worse than what they got. Just like the rapist from earlier today. I am going to give them all what they really deserve. I am justice.

Author's Note: Yes, it is possible to kill someone with one punch like that. Light was really lucky and broke the guy's Adam's apple. The rapist died of choking on his own blood and a lack of oxygen to the brain. It only takes around seven to seventeen pounds per square inch of force to do that to someone. That sounds fun! Light is only going to get crazier from here. I hope you enjoyed this.