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A full-length fan-fiction to the popular anime/manga series, "Death Note". It follows the story of a sixteen-year-old from a small town named Leon and tells of how he wishes to change the world with his newly acquired power. But is what he is doing right?

Chapter 1. Introduction

I find society truly disgusting. I live in a small town in New South Wales, in the southern region of Australia. Teenagers around here have no dignity or integrity; anything of that matter. It truly is disgusting. I only have a few friends. Most people just pass me and not even think twice about me. And all of these people passing me are going to their friend’s house on the weekend for a bunch of minors drinking booze, getting wasted and having unprotected sex with the dirtiest girls around. Smoking marijuana, tobacco, and basically anything else they can get their grubby hands onto. Not only that, but most, if not all of them pick on weak and helpless kids. I am one of them that get tormented for no reason. I used to be, anyway. But they will pay. Oh yes, they will pay.

 

Mondays are always drags; you can’t really expect much from them, can you? I followed my usual routine: schlepping out of bed, showering, drinking coffee while I scroll through Facebook, until it is time to walk to school and put up with another six hours of their crap. I grab my phone, and my earphones, and head out the door. Turn some Avenged Sevenfold on loudly, and just completely ignore my surroundings as I ponder the different events of my life, if any. For some odd reason, I decided to take a different route to school. I decided to keep walking straight this time rather than turning right at that one intersection. I take note of everything surrounding me: the birds chirping in the nearby trees, the cars driving past, people walking by… I then turned my attention towards a nearby gutter. Caught, barely hanging on to that gutter was a book. What seemed to be a regular book a bit smaller than an A4-size paper.

It had leather casing. I gently picked it up, and as I did, I felt a surge shoot through my body; it is hard to pinpoint what exactly it was or how it felt. I was being ever so careful so as to not drop the mysterious notebook into the gutter. I dried it off and turned it around; and right there, I saw two words. Two very, very mysterious words in the strangest font:

“Death Note”.

I stared at the two words for about twenty seconds before I decided to open the book. On the backside of the cover were five rules.

  1. The human whose name is written in this note shall die
  2. This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person’s face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.
  3. If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the person’s name, it will happen.
  4. If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.
  5. After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.

 

I scoffed at the elaborate, but pathetic attempt at a joke. As if anyone would believe this crap! I thought I would put it back, but then I remembered the surge. I made sure nobody was looking, and slipped it into my bag; hoping to examine it more closely when I get home.

I was rather quiet that day. I really just wanted to think about what will happen if that book was for real. It is pretty stupid for me to believe it for a second, though. Still, you can never be too sure. The whole day consisted of me deciding who I’d kill in the off-chance that the notebook actually did work. It did have rough translation, I suppose. The English characters looked a bit dodgy.

“Hey, Leon!” My best friend, Tyler approached me.

“What’s going on? How was your weekend? Hey, are you alright, Leon?”

I snapped out of the trance.

“Oh. Hey, Tyler. Sorry.”  

I had to be cautious about this. If I told even one person about this book and it turned out to be true, people would call me a murderer. If there is one thing that I’m not, it’s an idiot. I am not an idiot. If I were to pull this off—No! I’m not insane. As much as I hate society, could I really bring myself to kill somebody? Could I really live with the guilt of knowing someone’s life ended just because of an action I took? Even so, society has to be cleaned up. It HAS to.

Tyler was pretty suspicious of me that whole day. But by the end of the day, my other friend, Matt approached Tyler and me.

“Do you guys want to come over mine and play some Call of Duty Zombies?”

I’m not really one to go over a friend’s house after school to play a game; even if it is a personal favourite like Call of Duty Zombies; but my response made Tyler grow a bit more suspicious.

“No. I’m fine. I have some stuff to do.”

They both shot me a puzzled look. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

It’s a ten minute walk from my place to the school or vice-versa, so it was 3:30 pm when I got home.

“Hi, Leon. How was your day?” said Mum.

“It was alright I suppose.”

I entered my room and placed the Death Note on my table in front of the nearby computer and read it a bit more. There is no way this could be true! Has nobody really come across this? The notebook is empty. There is no writing on any page. It doesn’t exactly look new, so it can’t have just been created. Surely I’m not the only person who has wanted to try it. Secretly, every human knows of one person that they would dispose of if they were given the chance. That’s human nature. We all put on happy faces and claim that murder is wrong; but beneath the surface, what thoughts really ponder in the minds of those who say they would never commit homicide?

 

I turned on the TV to see if there were any criminals I could dispose of. I took my pen out, went to write the first criminal I could think of. It was at that point that I turned the TV off and closed the book.

“I’m going out for a bit. I’ll be home soon.”

I left the house. If I were to test this book I would have to experience this first-hand; I must know. MUST!

 

I stopped at the video store as it is near the fish ‘n’ chips shop that most people from my school go to. I looked up and saw the one kid I hated most in the entire school. The only people who would truly miss him are those who also deserve to die. What harm could it do? And if I were to try this out I would have to try out its rules, too. I opened the notebook to its first page and pulled out a pen (nobody was at the store, save for the lady working there who was at the other side of the store). Carefully, I wrote his name while keeping his face in mind. And after that, I wrote:

“- Runs onto road trying to impress his friends and gets hit by a speeding vehicle at 3:47”

It was a two minute wait, but surely enough, the second the clock would strike 3:47, nothing happened. I closed my eyes, disappointed with myself. I’m not an idiot. Why would I even try that? I began leaving the store, when…

“Hey, guys! How about a game of chicken? I’ll go first!”

My attention was drawn back to him. Maybe my watch was off-time. The store clock was a bit behind. Surely enough this all started about ten seconds before 3:47. And as fate would have it, the second the second-hand ushered in the 47th minute…

A crazed lunatic in a speeding vehicle comes out of nowhere and sends him flying; covered in his own blood with broken bones and damaged tissue. It would seem he died almost instantly. His friends dropped to their knees in tears while the guy kept on driving. I was surprised, but at the same time, I wasn’t. The feeling that got to me most though, was joy. This was the first of many people to leave the world in order to make it a better place to live. To give this town the reputation it deserves.

I finally got back home and into my room. I could not contain my maniacal laughter any longer.

 

The world is at my hands, now. 

The End

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