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L
I heard a door open down the hall, and footsteps come to a halt outside the door.
"Identification please," The guard stated.
My visitor held out their badge.
"I'm sorry Ma'am, but I cannot let you in. You have no authority here."
"Agent 3 sent me. To ask the prisoner a few questions," A woman's voice spoke clearly.
"I still can't let you in," the guard replied firmly.
"Are you disobeying a direct order from Agent 3?"
"If she's not here to confirm the order then yes."
The door opened again, and loud heels walked in.
"Do as she says," Tasha's voice rang loud in the room.
"Ma'am, Agent 2 said only you were permitted in the prisoner's cell-"
"Let her in on my authority," Tasha said menacingly. "If Agent 2 has a problem she can speak to me about it later."
The guard sighed, and unlocked the cell door.
"I'll stand watch for a while. You may go," Tasha said to the guard.
Sighing again, the guard left the room.
"I'll wait outside," Tasha said once she was sure he was gone.
I looked up as the newcomer walked in. I was 99% sure this was the one that Tasha had talked about.
"L, my name is Kathryn Collins."
"I know who you are," I replied quietly.
"Then you know why I'm here. But first things first. I need to touch your death note."
"Eh?" Ryuk perked up from the corner.
"Why?" I said at the same time.
"This plan will not work without the shinigami. Please, L. Trust me. For Natasha."
"I'm a little tied up at the moment," I retorted, holding up my handcuffed arms.
Kathryn huffed. "L, if you want to make it out of here alive, please do not be difficult. I want to see you out of here almost as much as Tasha does. Where is it?"
"I have a page in the back-left pocket of my jeans. Seeing as you're speaking so openly, I take it this room isn't wire-tapped?"
"No, it's not," she responded, breifly reaching into the said pocket and touching the paper.
"Hi there," Ryuk said cheerfully, after he was sure that Kathryn could see him.
"Well," she stuttered. "I didn't expect you to be so... tall! Why are you twisted around like that?"
"Long story," I cut in before Ryuk tried to convince her to bring him apples. "What's the plan?"
"Tasha wants the shinigami to tamper with the security cameras. He's the only one who can do it without getting caught," Kathryn explained. "She said she'd give you a bag of apples if we get out of here alive," she added, turning to Ryuk.
"On top of that fountain she owes me for that thing with the guns," he muttered. "Fine."
"Then what?" I ask skeptically.
Kathryn explained the gist of it. I had to give them credit, it was a good plan.
"When?" Ryuk asked.
"Tonight," She said surely.
"Kat!" Tasha hissed through the door. "We need to go, now!"
"Got it," she called back. "Sorry, L."
I was about to ask what for, when she suddenly slapped me across the face and whispered in my ear: "So they don't suspect anything."
Tasha
"I'm getting really nervous now," I muttered, pacing up and down the room. "What if we get caught? What if they have wire-tapped the cells, and we didn't know?"
"They would've arrested us by now if they had," Kat reasoned. "Calm down, Nat. It's a good plan. We'll be fine."
"What time is it?" I asked.
Kat glanced at her watch. "Time you chilled out! Jesus, Nat."
I sighed, and raked my fingers through my hair. "Sorry. It's just..."
"I know, I know, you love him, you don't know what you'd do if he died, etcetera etcetera," she mocked, rolling her eyes. "You've only been telling me that for the last two hours!"
I thought about it, and realised how pathetic I probably sounded. Taking a deep breath, I sat down on the bed.
"Although seriously, what time is it?" I asked again.
Kat looked at her watch more purposefully this time. "The time is... crap! We've gotta go!"
"Nice going," I muttered before heading for the kitchen.
The plan was simple: volunteer in the kitchen; 'accidentally' start an oil fire (we knew they were making burgers tonight, that meant frying things); evacuate the building; have Ryuk disable the security cameras; get L out. While I was in the kitchen, Kat was going to organise a helicopter.
I walked into the kitchen purposefully. A few heads turned, but I didn't care.
"Is there anything I can help with?" I asked the head sweetly.
"I think we're okay Ma'am," He replied.
"But I really want to help," I pushed earnestly, batting my eyelashes a bit.
"Well... I-I guess we c-could use some help frying the uh- patties?" He stuttered.
"Sounds great!" I replied cheerfully.
I grabbed myself an apron, and started up a stove with some patties next to it. I found the oil and, looking around a bit to make sure no one was watching, opened it the slightest and walked back to the stove with it slightly tipped towards the floor. I checked, and sure enough, a small oil trail was being made. I put it down on the bench and turned the gas on.
The idea was that I was supposed to start cooking the patties, and then 'accidentally' knock over the bottle onto the flame. But I couldn't find my patties.
"Where are they?" I muttered to myself, looking around frantically and not watching where my arms were going.
As soon as my arm made contact with the bottle, everything just sort of moved in slow motion. I froze as the flames flew up and begun to spread along the trail. People began screaming and bolting, and the alarm sounded in my ears. The fire reached the recipe books, and everything just went hell more chaotic from there. But I was frozen. I couldn't move. Everything inside my head screamed at my limbs to get the hell out of there, stick to the plan. But my body wasn't responding.
A window shattered, and the screaming and shouting got louder. More windows shattered, as I heard the secondary bombs begin to go off. The fires got bigger, and the smoke got really thick, and I reminded myself that I was lucky that L had told me to wear a gas mask. And then there was... nothing. No noise, no more screaming, just the undead fires crackling.
"Natasha, you need to get out of there. Right now," L's voice sounded in my ear piece.
"I need to make sure there are no survivors," I argued.
"Natasha get out of there right now, that's an order!" He roared.
I ignored him, took out the ear piece, dropped it on the floor and ran into what was left of the building. The floor was covered in blood and bodies, and most were beyond recognising. They were all burnt and broken. I was about to leave when I heard someone cough. And I froze. I knew that cough.
"Daniel?" I yelled, searching around frantically. "Daniel, is that you?"
"Tash? What are you doing here? Get out now!" He spluttered.
"I'm not leaving you! I'm not leaving you!" I yelled.
"GO TASH!" He yelled. "You'll die if you stay here! GO NOW!"
"Daniel?" I asked, confused. "I'm wearing a mask, the smoke won't get to me. Where are you? Don't leave me here without an answer!"
"I've... I've already... left you," He spluttered, and I grew more confused. "I'm already dead, Tash. And you're not wearing a mask. GET OUT NOW!"
"N-no," I said, shaking my head. "I just blew up the building. You can't be dead yet."
"TASHA SNAP OUT OF IT!" He roared.
"But if you're dead then who's talking back to me?" I cried, backing out now.
"Listen to me," he ordered. "Listen to my voice. It's not me. NATASHA GET OUT!"
I vaguely heard him. And I did what he said. He kept talking, screaming for me to get out, and the more I listened, the more the building faded away. It didn't sound like Daniel anymore.
And then I was back in the kitchen, and I wasn't wearing a mask. The smoke was so thick now and I couldn't see a thing. It wasn't Daniel's voice after all. I had been screaming at myself. I still was.
"Why should I leave? If you're dead what's the point in me going on?"
"NATASHA YOU'VE BEEN LIVING WITHOUT ME FOR TWO YEARS NOW! GET OUT OF THERE!"
I didn't understand. How I could I have been living without him? Then I remembered.
L.
It was my hatred for him that'd kept me going. I'd been waiting for the chance to get him for what he did. What was I doing now? I was trying to help the man that destroyed my world. Why? Was I insane?
Another memory. Yes, I was. Insanely in love with him. Lord help me, I had to get out of there now.
I searched frantically for an exit. But I'd left it too long. The smoke was too thick now, and I couldn't see a thing. Watching the flames flare up had sent my mind back to when the bomb had exploded at the warehouse in France. Back to when Daniel had died.
But Daniel was dead now, and there was no point in me trying to stay here. He would have wanted me to live, to be happy. Even if it was with the man who had killed him. I had to get out.
I coughed, trying so hard not to inhale the smoke. I fumbled around, trying so hard to find the exit and not put my hand in the flames. I stepped backward, and bumped hard into something. A shelf.
I stepped away from it, not realising that it was falling.
The last thing I heard was someone shouting my name before I hit the floor, unconscious.
Was that intense or what? I hope the whole mixed-flashback-confusion thing made sense.
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