Title: Death Note Cell. (Yeah…I know, it sucks. But I promise I'll change it later. Maybe I can get some feedback from my loyal fans? -Not that I have any, anyway-. D:)
Rating (of d00m!): Sorry guys, it's gonna have to be Mature this time. There's a lot of violence in this one, and references to…adult…things. ¬ ¬ ANYWAY. MOVING ON. Lol :D?
Authors Note: Hey you! You…people… who don't give me any frickin reviews! This story's been viewed over a hundred times and nobody stops to review it? Please, I need some feedback or I won't know if I'm doing anything wrong or right or even if you guys like it at all. Even if it's just a simple "good job" or "I like it", that'll do! D: sorry I'm sounding so desperate, but honestly… if you guys have the time to read the story, certainly you have the time to review, right? …D: right?
Summary: For those of you that haven't read the first chapter, I'll catch you up. It's four years after Light Yagami was cleared of all suspicion of ever being Kira. Kira's become a thing of the past, He no longer exists. Light's moved to Oxford, and is going to medical school to be a neurosurgeon. He tries everything he can to keep his former lover—L—out of his head, but no matter what he does, nothing works. L's all he ever thinks about, and it's driving him crazy. The two broke the knot of their relationship a while back, and nobody's been the same since. Light really needs to concentrate on other things, not to mention he's got someone special in his life again: Abigail, a sweet-tempered college girl with an obvious infatuation with Light. She's smart, unlike Misa, so Light considers her as one of his closest friends.
But then everything goes wrong. It all starts with the cell phones, somebody tries to call someone, and they go crazy. They lose everything, and start killing people like some sort of maniac. Light and Abigail are caught in the middle of this, and luckily they both forgot their cell phones in their apartments. But how are they going to protect themselves from the mass of crazy killers running around the streets of Oxford?
Pairings: AS ALWAYS: LightxL. And some of LightxOC, too. But…it's completely one sided. And an update: For chapter three and beyond, up until a certain point, some LightxRyuzaki pairing going on. (He shows up in the next chapter, by the way…)
Chapter two: My Story
"Abby?!" I shouted, my voice cracking, throat feeling dry. "Abby, where are you?!" I turned around, looking frantically, but there was no sight of her. Just crowds of hysterical people pushing and shoving me, trying to get the hell out of dodge. My heart pounded heavy in my chest, ringing in my ears so loud it drowned out all the other noise around me. A hand seized my arm and turned me around. It was Abigail, her bangs sticking to her forehead, and black streaks of mascara running down her wet cheeks. She flung herself at me, and I caught her, holding on tight. I could feel her cry against my chest. "Oh, God… Abby, oh God…" I mumbled, doing my best to stroke her hair with my trembling hand. "Are you okay, are you hurt?" She shook her head no, odd hiccupping sounds coming from her sobbing form. "It's going to be okay, it's going to be just fine. Don't you worry…" I was cut off from my sentence as a massive explosion roared through the street, making my ears ring more than previously.
"Oh God, Light!" Abigail screamed, looking up at me. Her brown eyes were red-rimmed and watery still. "Oh, Light… what do we do? What was that?" I swallowed hard, frightened because I didn't have the answer. I wished I did, but I didn't. "Oh, please… what do we do?" A distant scream, a terrible cry pierced the air that had become unbearably stifling. It was followed by a young girls voice, calling for her mother. Abigail and I both wheeled around to face them.
A young child, a small girl no more than six or seven, was leaning over the corpse of her mother, screaming and crying uncontrollably. Her skull had been crushed in, and the entire back of her head was a mass of gore, blood, and hair. My stomach gave a violent lurch, but a single thought pushed its way to the front of my mind. 'Trampled. And that little girl's probably going to be next.' Quickly I told Abigail to stay put, and rushed over to the little girl.
"Sweetie, you need to come with me, okay?" I shouted over the roar of the crowd. She stopped her screaming, and stared at me with huge blue eyes that glistened with tears. She shook her head no, and panic began to settle in my stomach. I had to get her out of there otherwise she was going to get killed next, and I wouldn't let that happen. "Come on," I outstretched my arms toward her, but she didn't budge. 'Fuck! What do I do?' Without thinking, I rushed forward and swept her off of the ground. She squealed and struggled, but I wasn't going to let her go. "It's okay, it's okay…!" I tried to shout over all the noise, but it didn't do any good. I gave up the cause and pushed through the crowd to get to Abigail, on the other side of the street. Suddenly, she stopped struggling, and I worried she had fainted. Then I could hear her crying softly, and although it wrenched at my heart, I was glad she was okay. I dashed up to Abigail, out of breath.
"Light, is that her?" She shouted to me. I could hardly hear her. I shook my head, confused, and handed her to Abigail. I needed to catch my breath, anyway. Abigail placed a gentle hand on the back of the girl's head. "Hi, honey…" She cooed. "You're safe with us, it's alright…it's okay, we'll take care of you." More screams rippled through the crowd as they parted to two different sides of the sidewalk. Abigail and I were forced back against the chain-link fence behind us. I heard tires squealing, and I knew what was happening.
"Look out!" I screamed, grabbing Abigail's hand and putting myself in front of them. A large SUV skidded through the streets; its driver slumped over the wheel of the car. It swerved dangerously close to our side, and a back door opened. Somebody jumped out—a young man, no more than my age—and hit the asphalt with sickening force. As he landed, his head split open; he was dead. Blood poured out onto the street, and people backed up even more as if he was going to get up and come after them. Abigail buried the girl's head into her shoulder… she had seen enough for today.
The car continued to swerve until it finally rain into the chain-link fence on our side that made the border for the park, tearing it away from the ground. I almost fell backward, but caught myself. The car alarm tried to start, once, twice… then died. There was a tinkling of glass as it hit the sidewalk. Everything was eerily quiet for a moment, and then another car followed. This one was a small Honda, a deep red color. It smashed into the side of the SUV, barely even making a dent. It skidded down the road, spinning with great force until it flipped over and I turned my attention away. I took Abigail's hand again and started to run to where the cars were. There weren't many people over there, most of them were clumping away from the cars. Where there were less people, there was a lesser chance of those things running around. The people inside the cars were already dead, anyway.
My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, surveying the situation around me. People were running every which way, some just standing in stupefied terror, some trying to call 999. On their cell phones. I shuddered. Any idiot knew it was something about the cell phones. I silently thanked God that Abigail and I had forgotten them in our apartments this morning. "Light, can you take her? I think she wants to be with you." I looked over. The little girl was struggling to get away from Abigail, and flashed me a pleading look. I scooped her up in my arms, cradling her head gently. Her blonde hair was sticky and matted with blood in some places, no doubt about where it came from. She cried gently against my shoulder. I realized that I felt like crying too, but I held it in. I wished the girl would tell me her name.
"Oh my God, Light! It's one of them!!" Abigail screamed, voice breaking in the middle. I turned, looked up and gasped. One of them, I didn't know what to call them yet, was heading our way. He wore the remnants of what looked like an expensive business suit, and holding an impressively long knife that he was waving around in the air, screaming nonsense and gibberish. But it was the knife that I was worried about. Blood from previous victims was flung in the air every time he waved the knife erratically, and he was heading Abigail's way. I tried to push her somewhere else, but he was too fast.
"Light!" She screamed, falling down and hitting the pavement hard. The thing chasing after lunged on her, pinning her down with such force it made my head spin. He was cackling and saying things that I didn't understand, making stabbing motions at her chest. With each strike, he got an inch closer, and he was moving much too fast for me to do anything. I couldn't set the girl down; she could run off and get killed… I stayed where I was, unable to move I was so scared. In my arms, the girl screamed. I cradled her head, trying not to let her see. I wanted to help Abigail so bad, I knew she was going to get killed by that thing if I didn't do something, but I didn't have to.
"Get off her!! Leave her alone!" A sharp, ear-splitting voice rang out, standing above every other voice in the crowd, even the girl's. The nonsense screaming was abruptly cut short, and my eyes widened in shock when he scampered off like some sort of scared animal. "Get out of here you fucker!" The voice screamed again. Abigail scrambled up from the sidewalk and attached herself to my arm. I looked up, and that is where my story really starts.
Of course, I didn't know who he was yet.
Author's note: Okay, chapter two is DONE! Thank God. Now I'm going to get to write chapter three! Good thing I'm not coming up with this while typing at my computer. Heh heh. No, it's all conveniently written down in a little black notebook that I have in front of me. I'm on page twenty-six in the notebook right now. I think so far it goes up to sixty or something… I really don't keep track, I just type. There's probably going to come a point where I am sitting here making it up as I go along. I'll just be too lazy to write in my notebook then transfer it over here. But anyway, enough of my rambling, okay? Okay. So, like I mentioned up there, please, please, please, please, please, please, send in all the reviews you can! They make me happy, and they make me want to update faster. So if you like it and want to see more of it, review! Review, review, review! Thank you!