Looking at her, no one would be able to say that she was a genius. No one would be able to tell, that beneath her black leather cap, Sybil had an IQ well above the average person.
She didn't look like the stereotypical genius. She didn't have a big head like Einstein. She didn't wear those huge geeky glasses. Overall, Sybil looked like the average eighteen year old woman. A little younger than her true age of twenty three, but she still looked normal.
No one would be able to tell that she was a genius and one of the world's greatest detectives.
However, that's exactly who Sybil was. She was one of the world's greatest detectives. Tied for first to be exact. Tied for first with world renowned L.
Not that it bothered her. Sybil was happy at not being the best. It gave her something to strive for. A new goal since she had accomplished the first.
Sybil had become L's equal. A great detective. The great detective Carlyle. Carlyle being the maiden name of her deceased mother who had died at the young age of twenty eight. Murdered by Sybil's own father.
The young woman, dressed in a blue tank top and a pair of black jean shorts, stood in front of the grocery store, looking up at the giant television.
Her lips were in a thin line as she watched several men die around her. However, she didn't rush to their sides like everyone else. She knew that they were dead. Kira had killed them.
That made three hundred and seven in the past two months. Not good.
The woman adjusted her cap and grabbed her grocery bag before walking casually to her apartment. Careful as to not trip over her untied shoelaces.
Fifteen years and she still never learned how to tie them.
Not that it bothered her. The laces would've felt too tight now if she began to tie them. Besides, Sybil enjoyed being unique.
She stopped at her apartment and jabbed her key into the brass doorknob before swinging the door open. Sybil stepped inside, kicked off her shoes, then closed the door behind her.
The young woman exhaled before going to the kitchen and beginning to put away the groceries. An orange tabby soon jumped up onto the green counter and she smiled as she pet its soft fur.
"Hiya, Socks. I'll get to you in a moment." Sybil grabbed a nearby can opener before grabbing a can of tuna.
Soon, it was open and the cat was stuffing his face. So, she took this chance to enter her office and sit down at her computer.
Almost immediately, she checked her email to see if she had gotten one from her older brothers.
Another smile lit her lips.
It seemed that they hadn't forgotten about her after all. Given, it had been just six months since she had seen them last. Much better than the eight years it first took her to be reunited with them after their mother's murder.
Sybil, where are you?! It's been forever since me and Tay have seen or heard from you!
-Troy and Taylor
It was a short message, but her brother's fear was easy to sense.
Sybil quickly typed a response.
Taylor, Troy, you mustn't worry for me. I'm fine and currently residing in Japan. And, to be precise, it has been six months and four days. I will return to you someday, however, before I do, I have some very important things that I must take care of.
-Sybil
She sent her response before she removed her cap and placed it beside the computer. Then, the young woman got to work.
Kira had to be stopped, after all. Besides, it interested her as to how he was able to kill these criminals.
No physical evidence was left behind. He didn't even have to be in the area when they died. However, only criminals that were recently on the news were being killed.
Sybil chewed on her bottom lip as her green eyes went over the information that she had gathered.
"So, he needs only a name and a face to kill." She tapped her fingers and swung her feet back and forth.
Then, after about half an hour, Socks began to rub up against her ankles.
Sybil was torn from her trance and patted her lap. The tabby jumped up and began purring.
"You're such a soft kitty." She mumbled with a small smile as she ran her fingers through his orange fur.
"Hmm. This doesn't make sense. There's no human, logical way for Kira to be doing this. No wonder L hasn't caught him yet. No wonder I haven't caught him yet. The way Kira is killing is completely illogical. That means, that in order for him to be getting away with this, he must be a genius." The young woman frowned.
"A young genius. Obviously, Kira thinks that because he's killing criminals, he's making the world a better place. A new crime-free world. Judging by this, he must be around the near age of an adult. Because an older adult would only use such illogical power for personal gain and a younger child would be killing bullies, not criminals." After a few more minutes, Sybil became rather annoyed and flicked the computer off.
She stood up, ignoring the angry sounds of Socks as she grabbed her cap, slapped it back on her head, and made her way back to the kitchen so to make herself some much needed food.
She turned the cap so that the brim was on the back of her head. She flung open the fridge, in her frustration, and grabbed the first thing she saw. Cold pizza left over from the night before.
Sybil grabbed a small plate, placed the pizza on it, then stuffed it into the microwave.
"Pepperoni, mushrooms, olives. If my metabolism crashes, I'll gain sixty, no, seventy pounds." She was grinning, her cheery demeanor returning to her once again.
However, she became serious upon hearing the doorbell ring. She grabbed her pocketknife, which was sitting on the counter like it always was, and stuffed it into her shorts' pocket.
The young woman adjusted her cap once again, partially covering her eyes.
"Coming." Sybil walked towards the door and cracked it open slowly.
No one was there.
She blinked, adjusted her hat again, and looked around. Then, she glanced to her mailbox. Sybil stared at it, noticing immediately that something was off.
The little red flag was up. Someone had dropped off a letter?
The woman carefully checked inside the mailbox, knowing that not everything was harmless. For all she knew, it was a bomb designed to explode upon being moved. You can never be too safe, or careful for that matter.
Upon checking inside the mailbox, she had determined that all that was in there was an envelope. A large one that seemed to have something inside of it. A disk, perhaps?
Sybil pulled out the envelope and disappeared back inside back into her apartment. She closed and locked the door, setting the alarm for safety. Then, she dug into her pocket for her knife and used the blade to slit across the envelope.
However, before opening the envelope entirely, the young woman flipped the package in her hands. Studying it.
There was no address on it. Therefore, whoever had packaged whatever was inside had brought it themselves and then disappeared. Strange.
Without further ado, Sybil reached inside of the envelope and pulled out a disk. Exactly as she suspected.
On the front of the disk, was a yellow sticky note.
"Insert this disk into your computer and contact the police." She would have obeyed immediately, if not for the rumbling of her empty stomach.
So, Sybil quickly grabbed her leftover pizza and hurried to her office. She flicked on the computer and, as soon as it was turned on, stuck the disk inside of the drive.
She took a bite of the pizza and watched as information was downloaded to her computer.
Her eyes widened as she read over the information set in front of her.
"This is information on a planned attack on the Aoyma Mall. Set for-" Sybil read on before shooting up.
"In two hours. I've got to do something. But, what?" She quickly thought of an idea.
"I'm forgetting who I am. I can stop this." The woman quickly began to frantically type and soon opened up a line to the police.
She grabbed her microphone and switched it on, as well as her voice synthesizer.
"Carlyle? What's going on?" A voice from the other end asked, whom she knew to be the Chief of Police, Soichiro Yagami.
"Is it about Kira?"
"The matter is serious. I've gotten news that there is to be an attack on the Aoyma Mall in two hours. It's supposed to be a bombing."
"Then we have to evacuate!"
"We need to discover who's in charge of this attack before we do anything. I suspect that these plans that I was given are only to throw us off the real issue."
"The real issue? Like what?" Sybil frowned and scanned her eyes over the information once again.
"After looking at the information, it's obvious to me that this is certainly just a distraction as I previously suspected. The bombing being reported in by a citizen would surely tear the police from their real goal of capturing Kira. Therefore, do not evacuate. Do not respond. I will personally deal with this issue."
"How?" Sybil smirked.
"Leave it all to me. Just keep up with following Kira and don't let anything that may happen stop you." She ended the connection and grabbed a nearby suitcase.
She was going to stop this attack. She knew it was coming. It was supposed to distract everyone from the real issue. However, she wasn't going to be distracted by it and neither was the police. Not when she had warned them ahead of time.
Sybil quickly slipped on her untied shoes and left her home, slamming her door shut before running down the sidewalk with the suitcase in hand.
Heading there on foot would be faster than taking a taxi. Especially since traffic would be horrible in Aoyma and she wasn't taking the chance of being stuck in the horrible traffic when lives were in danger.
However, she hoped that she would make it on time.