What You're Sorry For

It continues! :D Again, if anyone doesn't like it just because things don't make sense, just remember that THIS IS MY FANFICTION, SO I CAN TYPE WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT. Enjoy! ^^

(Also, I noticed I used miles per hour in here instead of kilometers or whatever they use of the metric system to tell how fast a car is going. I'm still going to use miles, because it's a lot less complicated for me like that. xD)

This story's from Sayu's PoV.

MattXSayu

Death Note belongs to Ohba and Obata.

The pursuit was a lot more intense than I'd ever imagined it would be. On t.v., car chases on the news are like the Teletubbies compared to a real life speed chase. I highly doubted that my seat belt would be able to protect me when we get into a wreck, especially since we were going over one-hundred miles per hour! Luckily, Matt was a very, very, VERY skilled driver. I bet that if he wanted to, he could drive the car with his mind. Why I keep on telling myself these silly thoughts? Well, I'm trying not to think about how I could die in a car wreck and be possibly labelled as an assistant in the crime that Matt committed. What crime was that, anyways? I still never figured out. After all, all Matt did was shoot a smoke bomb of some sort. No harm, no foul, right? Or maybe... it was a distraction? Was Matt being bait for a crime that someone committed, maybe his friend, Mello?
"Shit!" Matt suddenly grunted. I looked at the rode, hoping he wasn't going into a wreck as I feared. Up ahead, about sixteen black cars were awaiting us. Matt stomped on the break and turned the steering wheel. The car was still going straight, but it faced the left and began gliding along the road. Before it hit the black cars, the convertable came to a disrupting stop. I hit my head on the back of Matt's chair. Ouch, a big migrane kicked in.
Matt turned to me, saying, "You okay?" I nodded to him, holding. He held my hand and sat it down as he checked my head. He nodded, indicating that I was okay. He looked back out the window, seeing that the police began to come out of the cars. He looked back at me and commanded me, "Get on the floor so they don't see you." I nodded as I began to unbuckle my seat belt. Matt let go of my hand so he could pick up his smoke gun. "Alright, time to put up another smoke screen," he said to himself. I laid on the floor, but I still peeked out the windows. Apparently, the convertable was surrounded by police cars. Matt noticed too because he looked stupefied. Matt glanced at me for a quick moment before stepping out of the car.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute," Matt said to the police as he stepped out of the car. "Since when have the Japanese been allowed to carry such nice guns?" He stood there. His arm that held the gun was resting on the door of the car, which sat wide open. "I'm an accomplice in the kidnapping of Takada." So that's what he was committed of! He helped Mello kidnap Kiyomi Takada! But why? There had to be a reason.
The only good reason that I could think of was the fact that Takada was the spokesperson for Kira.
The real reason hit me just as fast this sudden scene that took place.
"Don't you have a bunch of questions to ask me?" Matt continued. "What's the point in firing---"
It came as sudden as my realization. Gunshots were everywhere. Bullets came and hit Matt from every direction. Some bullets missed, though, and hit the convertable. Even one managed to hit the back of my right calf. I bit on my arm as I screamed in pain. However, my scream was drowned by the gun fire. The police were wanting Matt dead. I cried in both pain and extreme horror as Matt, covered in blood, collapsed on the ground.
"Moron," I heard someone say over my sniffles. "It's not like you were gonna tell us anything to begin with. Nothing short of death will atone for the crime against Kira." Again... This was the fault of Kira. Matt, he didn't even do anything terrible. All he did was help in finding a way of stopping Kira, and he was shot down like he was a mad man. He wasn't even a terrible person in the first place. I actually got to learn what kind of person he was through this whole thing, and he's no criminal... He... Oh God... I felt so guilty for thinking that he was terrible for being involved in my kidnapping long ago... Oh my God... He's... He can't be dead!

The police never have checked the car when they came to get Matt's body. About ten minutes later, one by one, the black cars left until the sole ambulance was left behind. I was sure that Matt's body was in there. I had to see to see him one last time. I just had to. I felt the back of my calf thumping in pain, but I had to walk over there to see him.
I opened the car door. I heard a huge crowd before, but it was gone now. I got out, limping on my good leg. I hopped over to the ambulance, making sure no one else was inside the ambulance. I climbed in by putting my good leg up first and pulling myself up with whatever I could grab. There was a body bag on the table. I held my breath as I slowly unzipped the bag.
There he face. His face was so peaceful, yet bloody. His broken goggles hung around his neck. Blood soaked up his jacket and shirt. It pained me to see him like this. Maybe, I don't know, if I never showed up in the first place, he wouldn't be in this condition. He wouldn't be.
I suddenly noticed that the bag slowly moved. Up and down, up and down.
He was still breathing!
I held my finger against his neck just to make sure. There was a pulse. Matt was still alive! Wait, if he's alive, then why is he in a body bag.
"Hey! What are you doing in here?"
I looked up and saw two paramedics.
"... Please," I said, "we have to hurry. He's still alive."
"I know," one of them said, smirking. What?
"... We have to go to the hospital, before he dies!" I demanded.
"Then let him," the first one that spoke said. "We carry out the judgements that Kira would do with these minor pests." I couldn't believe it. They knew nothing about him! "Now, ma'am, please step out of the ambulance." I slowly began to leave, feeling powerless. "Wait. What happened to your leg?" I then remembered, my calf was shot. I guess they realized that too, since the blood was soaking onto my light blue jeans.
"Oh... yeah..." I muttered.
"Please, take a seat," one paramedic said as the other walked up, preparing to take a look at my leg. I sat over the edge of the ambulance. I was angry at myself. As I was being treated, Matt was to die a slow, painful death. "Now, let's see here..." the man said as he took a look at my leg, when.
BAM!!! I stomped on the guy's head with my good leg as hard as I could. The other paramedic tried to stop me, but I ran one of the carts inside the ambulance onto him. Both of them were out cold. Huh, I always had a way of making guys fall for me, but this.
I focused myself before I got lost in my thoughts. I got up and pulled out the bed cart the best I could. I hurt my injured leg a few times, and Matt almost fell off the bed a couple of times, but I managed to get the bed cart on the ground. I began pushing the cart down the street, having no idea where the hell the hospital was. I thought I knew my way around this city, but I guess not. Suddenly, I slipped on a big patch of snow. I fell down a hill, taking the cart with me. When I tumbled all the way down, pain shot through my leg again. Matt's body slipped out of the body bag and off the bed cart onto the snow. I would be terribly surprised if he survived that. His chest was still rising and lowering. I took the body bag and spread it out on the ground. I tried my best to scoot Matt onto the spread so he wouldn't be laying on the snow. I noticed most of the bullets that were on him. Two in his right thigh. One in his left shoulder. Two in his right biceps. There might have been some more on his back side. I checked his head to see why it was bleeding. He must have hit his head on the ground when he fell.
"Sayu....."
I froze. Matt was out cold. Who said my name?
I turned my head, and saw.
A monster.
I screamed.