"Chapter 6: Godspeed"
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Author's Note: Chapter 6. I know updates are coming slow, but I'm busy. Have a happy summer! BTW, the title may be hard to get, but it DOES relate to this chapter. And, btw, I am not trying to support anarchy in this chapter, though I am a Social Anarchist. However, Social Anarchist and full Anarchists are two different things, so don't jump to conclusions.
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"So Light, do you know what happens next?" asked Joshua, ignoring Ryuk's continuing screams of horror.
"I know what you're thinking. And, no, I won't help you in your wish to rule the world. I will be a neutral party in this, like Ryuk. As for Charlotte, she can speak for herself. After all, if you fail, I can always take over myself," stated Light, as if a mind reader. "However, tell me, how come Ryuk cannot see your life-span or name?"
"Isn't it obvious? I do not believe in fate, which is, as I have now confirmed from Ryuk, a key integral part of the Human mindset. Thus, I am not and never will be truly Human," responded Whittington, always knowing the answers. Ryuk stopped his screaming… then laughed.
"And I thought Humans were interesting… now I have immortal Humans and mortal non-Humans to watch!" Joshua ignored this and started writing names down in the Death Note. Then, he stopped and asked a question.
"Who is Charlotte?" asked Joshua.
"That would be me. Guess Light ruined my fake name for me," said Charlotte, the British woman who had refrained herself from speaking until now. "Anyway, whose poor names are you writing down?"
"The Iraqi government. Thanks to our dipshit invasion of the country it's the perfect spot to roost," Joshua lazily replied.
"Wait, roost!?" all of them asked simultaneously.
"Yes, we need to become public… gather an army of Kira supporters, and throw all the bullets we have against the world. Light's last brilliant idea of creating a dictatorship followed under no banners didn't exactly work, did it?" said Joshua, and he continued to write, showing no emotion.
"Wow, even Light wasn't so heartless to show no emotion at all when writing a name down," said Ryuk.
"I guess I'm a pretty heartless son of a bitch," replied Joshua.
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The man looked out the window, spying over the man in his formal attire, making a speech before the large crowd. He eased the hand on a large, black, metallic object.
"Anarchy, my god, I will not disappoint. Another poser is against you, I can feel it, and I am prepared for the coming storm. I will not win, but I will not disappoint," thought Ruslan Morozov. Morozov pulled the trigger on the sniper rifle, shooting the United States President in the head. He emptied the clip on the nearest people, all hitting them in the head. He took the rest of his ammunition with him and took the Saiga-12 shotgun from his back.
Morozov ran for the door and opened it, but a group of CIA agents stood there, pistols aimed at him.
"Any comment, terrorist, before you shoot that AK?" asked the agents, who had mistakened the Saiga for an AK-47.
"Hurrah for anarchy," nonchalantly responded Morozov. He shot the Saiga-12, and killed them all, each of them with a pellet in their head. "Hmm… it seems I do win…" thought the man. Suddenly, a man walked up to him and asked if he supported Kira. The man was dead within 10 seconds.
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Anarchy is the only slight glimmer of hope.
--Mick Jagger