This chapter is shorter than my chapters usually are. This is meant to be a small filler to add more information about Simon because the old Chapter 2 is now going to be Chapter 3.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.
Simon unlocked the door to his apartment. He was not sure if his girlfriend was home or not. If she was, he would have to wait to figure anything out about this Death Note. He was relieved when he walked in and the only greetings he got were from their dog, Murray. The old German Shepard glanced up at his owner from his spot on the floor. He gave a small, happy growl. Simon smiled and tossed his skateboard to the side. He bent down and scratched his dog behind the ear.
"Hey, Buddy. Miss me?" He laughed as the dog gave him another growl. Simon stood up and began putting his groceries away. He noticed a note sitting on the counter. He picked up the piece of paper and noticed the familiar chicken scratch that signified his girlfriend had written it.
"Babe, I am having dinner at my parents' house tonight for my brother's birthday. My cellphone is still broken. The stupid store was closed today when I got off work so it'll be another day or two before my phone is fixed. I love you. Oh, and I already fed Murray. So don't feed him."
Simon laughed as he read the last part of the note. He was in the middle of filling the dog's food bowl. He dumped the food back into the bag.
He carried his bag to the couch and plopped down on it. He booted up his laptop and removed the Death Note from his bag. He flipped through the pages and noticed they were all blank.
"So this is how Kira killed all those criminals. All he needed was a name and a face," he pondered on whether or not to test it as he grabbed a pen.
"This can't be real. A notebook can't kill someone," he laughed and tossed it to the ground. The notebook fell open to the rules page again. Simon stared at the words written at the bottom.
"This is the power of Kira," he mumbled.
After staring for an eternity, he grabbed the book and pen.
"What the hell, I can think of a bastard to test this on."
Simon laughed as he got into the car. His 'baby' sister, Emma, got in soon after.
"Simon, where are we going?" The twelve-year-old asked. Her blue eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"For the tenth time, it is a surprise. Jeez, I can't put together a birthday present for you without you trying to figure it out," Simon laughed.
Emma smiled at her brother. The two had an amazing relationship, despite their bad home life. Simon had moved out of his parents' house as soon as he turned eighteen. Their father was an alcoholic and their mother was addicted to drugs. Simon had tried to take Emma with him, but his parents had refused to let her leave.
Simon was lost in his thoughts until he heard his sister shout, "Simon, look out!"
Headlights were coming straight for them. He tried to swerve out of the way, but he couldn't in time. His car collided with a large, pickup truck. His sister's head hit the window and he saw blood splatter on the window. That was the last thing he saw, before waking up in the hospital.
When he woke, his parents were at his side. His father was drunk as usual and his mother was in hysterics.
"Emma is dead," his mother whimpered from her seat across the room.
Simon's heart dropped. His baby sister was gone and it was his fault.
Of course, not much time had gone by before Simon learned the truth. The driver of the truck had been intoxicated. The accident had not been Simon's fault, but the truck driver had not been arrested. His name even stayed out of the news. Simon never got justice for his sister's death.
"If the police wouldn't do anything about that bastard, I will," he growled as he scribbled a name down in the Notebook.
"Harry Jackson, I hope you enjoy hell," he chuckled darkly. He stopped chuckling when he realized that he had no way of proving if Harry died or not. He turned his television on.
"This just in, a Broadway play was halted this afternoon when an actor shot two of his co-stars. He is currently holding five more of the play's actors hostage."
Simon's eyes snapped from the notebook to the television screen as he listened to the news report.
"Witnesses say actor, Daniel Williams, age twenty-five, was acting strange in rehearsal until he pulled a gun and shot two people. Serena Haven and Kyle Stevenson both died instantly."
Simon took the Death Note with shaky hands and stared at the picture of Daniel Williams the news channel had provided. He took in a deep breath and scribbled the man's name onto the page under the previous name he had written.
Then he waited what seemed like eternity.
The news anchor's eyes widen as she spoke, "This just in, Daniel Williams is dead. The hostages all escaped the building unharmed. They each reported that the suspect gripped his chest in agony and collapsed to the floor dead."
Simon turned the television off as fast as he could, "Oh my God. It worked."
His jaw dropped in disbelief as he dropped the notebook to the floor.
Well, how was it? I really am hoping that this new Simon will be better than the last.
Anyway, Chapter 3 will be up immediately after this one.