Alright, so this is the first real entry. I asked Mello for a random word, scratch that, random noun and he said glass. However…I am now sporting a new bruise on my head, ironically from his glass of water he threw in no specific direction, for my idiotic question. But that's besides the point, am I right?
So, glass.
Glass is a substance that is highly sought after and used. In ancient times, glass was made from a sand and lye mixture that was super-heated. It is also the only substance known to actually expand underwater. Glass, when heated, is malleable and can be molded into a multitude of fascinating shapes. Most video game console screens are made out of a plastic polymer created to simulate glass.
Probably a good idea too. My games end up against the wall more times than not. If the screens were glass they'd have shattered a looooooooong time ago. Give my thanks to those inventors.
Even though the screens have shattered anyways.
Sigh.
Glass, the most common use concepted is for a window pane. A smooth sheet of hard material blocking the wind from our fragile bodies. Can I get a cheer here? No more cold!
Unless, of course, the brittle material is hit by a rock or something.
So, glass…
Glass is used as a barrier, a shield if you will, against elements and people alike. It's in days like this that shields are very necessary. People have started dying randomly, and without cause, really.
One moment someone is breathing in the stale, putrid air of a jail cell, waiting for something that they know is inevitable – their death. They know it. Their family knows it. The executioner knows it. Everyone knows that they are going to die someday. The sickening tightening of their chest begins as they ponder what death really means. They are scared; it's something that no one has lived to tell the tale of. So, they decide to cast these thoughts away. Why think about something that's not going to go away?
But, the tightening doesn't stop.
Their chest keeps on tightening. Tighter, tighter, tighter…
The pain just keeps climbing. Up, up, up, higher, and higher until it becomes nearly unbearable. It's only then that their heartbeats become erratic and fast. The pain just keeps spiraling. They realize that they have even less time than they had thought before.
They are dying.
They look desperately to a dark, shinning sheet mounted on the wall as they take one last breath before they fall to the ground in rapid convulsions.
The viewers from the other side of the glass have mixed reactions. On one hand, the person was already going to die, but on the other, the person died at the hand of a growing mass-murderer known to the public as Kira. The people behind the glass realize that they just witnessed something that not even their reinforced, one-sided glass can shield them from…