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Ryuk has grown bored once again. |
| [Introduction]
It's been fifteen years since the events of the original Death Note series. In that time, Ryuk has become something of a celebrity among the other shinigami, regaling them with the story of Light Yagami, otherwise known as Kira. But the entertainment from that particular incident could only last so long. Now, Ryuk has grown bored once more, and decided to drop his Death Note into the human world for a second time, just to see what will happen. Hey, it worked the first time, right? This will act as a sort of unofficial fan sequel to the original series. Neither I or any contributors to this story own the rights to Death Note or its characters. This is just for fun. Anyway, let's see where this road takes us and have fun with it. |
| Beatrice Evans winced in pain as she hit the sidewalk, while Jessica Simmons and her gang of harpies laughed. "When I say I expect my homework to be done by tomorrow, I mean it! Got that, Goggles?" Jessica's posse laughed some more at her nickname for Beatrice, who was a scrawny fifteen year old freshman who wore large square glasses that made her eyes look too big for her head. Jessica, on the other hand, was pretty much what you would expect from the most popular senior in school. Beautiful, head cheerleader, and from a wealthy family. Not to mention, followed everywhere by her pack of cronies. Beatrice scrambled to pick up her things as Jessica and her gang walked away, still giggling to themselves as Jessica called back "Have fun with my algebra assignment tonight, brainiac!" Beatrice muttered to herself as she reassembled the stack of papers and books she had been carrying "I highly doubt that bimbo even knows what algebra is. Hell, I doubt she can even count!" Just then, Marvin Green, her only friend and fellow nerd, came running the street. "Bea! Are you alright? I saw what happened from my window and was going to come help but..." Beatrice cut him off "I'm alright, Marvin. Just a scuffed knee." Marvin clenched his fists "Somebody needs to teach those girls a lesson! Them and everybody else who picks on people weaker than them!" Beatrice sighed "I agree with you, Marvin. But we both know that's not going to happen. This was outside school grounds, so they won't do anything about it. Even if I was to fight back, I'd be the one who gets in trouble, while Jessica would get off scot free. It sucks, yes, but that's how it is." "Well somebody needs to change the way things are." Marvin said "It's not right! This world would be such a better place if bullies like her just disappeared! Anyway, do you want to come over to my house? I have a first aid kit in the bathroom." "I told you, I'm fine. Besides, I have a lot of work to do, and need to get home, ASAP." "Alright. See you at school tomorrow." After walking a few more blocks, Beatrice was suddenly startled by something dropping from the sky directly in front of her. Looking down, she saw a black book with the words "Death Note" inscribed on the cover. Curious, she picked it up and opened it. On the inner cover was a list of rules. "Rule # 1: The human whose name is written in this note shall die." Odd, Beatrice thought, but she was kind of in a hurry to get home at the moment. She slid the notebook into the stack of things she was carrying and continued on the way home, putting it out of her mind for now. Meanwhile, sitting in a nearby apple tree, unseen by human eyes and munching on an apple, a tall, pale and lanky figure watched with keen interest. Chuckling to himself, Ryuk grinned. "So it begins again. This should be most interesting..." |
| That night, Beatrice began to write in the notebook a list of things to happen to Jessica. They were as follows: Her house falls apart on her She gets hit by a truck A tree falls on her She gets stung by bees A skunk appears out of nowhere and sprays her A lamppost falls on her A cement pipe rolls over her She gets struck by lightning A stampede of hippos tramples her A bumper car runs her over Bats swarm her An octopus attacks her A mummy comes out of nowhere and attacks her with kung fu Icicles fall on her A sandbox falls from the sky on top of her A monkey operates a machine with claws to rip her apart A pack of dogs attacks her Her refrigerator opens on her and green goop spills out A bomb falls in her hands and explodes An ice cream bike propels itself around her room until it lands on her from the ceiling A spring comes out of her bed and launches her into the ceiling A record player malfunctions and sends a record flying at her face which knocks her out "Vengeance is served!" She said with an evil smile on her face. |
| "That's not how this works." Chuckles a scratchy, deep voice. Beatrice yelps, quickly spinning around in her desk chair. "Who said that?" She questions her empty room. A tall, skinny, and very pale... almost man suddenly appears in the corner of her room. She yelps again and launches herself and her chair backward into her desk, knocking over her cup of pens and pencils, but recovers quickly. She straightens, ignoring the spilled writing utensils, and looks directly at him. She tries to keep the fear out of her face, and it shows up as a small tremor in her hands instead, "I did." The figure says. "Who...or what...are you, what are you doing in my bedroom, and what did you mean by 'That's not how it works'?" She demands. He chuckles. "Name's Ryuk, I'm a shinigami or a death god. I'm following my book, and I mean you can't give that many causes of death to one person. They'd die halfway through your list, nullifying the rest." He responds, easily and lazily. She rolls her eyes, turning around to try to situate her desk again, but also to hide how freaked out she is by this being. He said he was a God. What is a God doing in her room? He said following his book...She grabs the Death Note off her desk and holds it up. "Is this your book?" She asks, pointing the book at Ryuk. He nods. "Do you have any apples?" He asks, unprovoked. It throws Beatrice off, and she does a double-take at the strange being. She decides to ignore the question for now. "Why did your book almost hit me in the head?" She asks. He shrugs. "I dropped it." He responds, but it didn't feel like the full story. She tries giving him the look her mother gives her when she's caught in a lie. It works. "I'm bored. I let it drop to see what would happen." He responds in a way that makes her think of a child who was caught doing something they weren't supposed to. She thinks it's still not the full story, but it's better than his first one. She shrugs, taking that as good enough. "Do you want it back?" She offers him. He considers the book in the girl's hand for a moment, especially considering the girl. He seems to see something in her and shakes his head no. "Hold onto it. I wanna see what you'll do. I may take that offer later if you still feel like parting with it so easily." He suggests, mysteriously. There was a strange expression on his face, but before she could process it, it disappeared replaced by a neutral, easygoing expression. She shrugs, again and puts the book back on her desk, next to the homework she still has to do, and ignores the homework as well as the expression she thought she saw. "Then tell me how to properly get rid of Jessica Simmons." She stares at him again, determination and revenge evident on her face, making her look quite like the evil villain she tried to make herself minutes ago. Beatrice will never do another person's homework again. |
| Ryuk chuckled. "Just read the list on the inside of the cover. It tells you everything you need to know." Beatrice did so, committing the rules to memory. "So, I have to think of Jessica's face when I write her name, and can choose how she dies? Hmmm...." A myriad of methods of death ran through Beatrice's head. She could make Jessica's death as quick or as painful as she wanted. Then she got an idea. She didn't just want to get rid of Jessica. She wanted to send a message. A message to all those who torment and harass those they deem to be below themselves. And she would use Jessica as an example. But first, she would wait until the next morning at school. That would be the best time to make her statement, where everyone would see. The next day at lunch, Beatrice was sitting alone at a table in the cafeteria as usual, sneakily glancing at Jessica on the other side of the room as she gossiped and giggled with her flock of skanks. Now was the time. When nobody was looking, she pulled the Death Note from her bag. Flipping it open, she pictured Jessica's face in her mind and wrote: Jessica Simmons. Spontaneous Combustion. Sliding the book back into her bag just as quickly, she glanced at her watch. In about thirty seconds, Jessica should burst into flames, she thought. Each passing second felt like an hour to her, as she eagerly awaited to see if the power of the Death Note was real. |
| Jessica was laughing with her clique when she smelled smoke coming from herself. She was starting to burn spontaneously! "Help!" She shrieked. Students scattered in all directions, looking for a bucket of water to use to put out the fire. Teachers were horrified to see her burning like a toasted marshmallow. Watching the chaos unfold in front of her, Beatrice began to smile a wicked smile like the Chuck Jones Grinch. "Vengeance has been served!" She muttered to herself. She began to look at the list of deaths she wrote I the notebook, wondering who her next victim would be. |
| Chaos reigned in the cafeteria. Students ran in all directions, some screaming. A teacher reached for the fire extinguisher, but it didn't work. Jessica stayed flaming, even when one of the lunch ladies ran out with a tub of water and splashed it on her. The fire sizzled, but the water evaporated right before she exploded. Beatrice slid the Death Note back into her bag, watching the entire event before starting to try to stand up. Marvin stood behind her, shock written visibly on his face and blocking her path. He steps away, giving her room to rise from the uncomfortable bench table. "What the heck happened to her?" He asks, concern and a touch of fear dripping from his words. Beatrice shrugs. "I don't know, maybe the light hit the pounds of makeup on her face just right or something." Beatrice bites out, attempting to feign innocence in the situation. One of the rules is not to let anyone know about it, after all. They both stare at the goo that was Jessica Simmons only moments ago before Marvin gently bumps her with his shoulder. "How about we get away from this terrifying, horror-themed scene and enjoy lunch break outside?" He offers. She nods, numbly. The adrenaline from the whole situation was starting to wear off, and the gravity of what she'd just done started to weigh on her shoulders. Beatrice decides to ignore the heavy weight, justifying her actions with the reasoning that Jessica was horrible to everyone and showed no signs of ever changing. There are enough horrible people in the world, what's so wrong about taking some of them away to give the good people a fighting chance? "That was awful," Marvin says once they're outside in the courtyard. They're sat on a stone step, out of the direct path of walking. Beatrice halfheartedly makes an agreement sound, lost in her thoughts about the Death Note. Ideas swirled in her mind like leaves on a heavy wind. She's had a weird smile on her face the whole time, and Marvin notices. "Beatrice, are you okay?" He inquires, concerned. |
| "I'm fine." Beatrice replies "In fact, I'm better than I've ever been." Marvin looks at his friend with concern and a hint of fear. "Bea, you're acting really weird. We just saw a classmate randomly get incinerated! How can you be so calm?" "Come on, Marvin. It's not like she didn't deserve it. You said so yourself, the world would be better off without people like Jessica Simmons." Marvin paused. "Yeah, I did say that. But still, how does someone just randomly catch fire? It seems rather overboard, even for her." "Well, maybe karma was just doing its job for once, and finally caught up to her. Whatever the case, Jessica is gone, and this school will be a better place for it." Later that day, Beatrice arrived home to see her mother watching a news report on the strange incident from that afternoon. "A local schoolgirl randomly burst into flames today. There is currently no clear indication as to how this happened, and many of the students mourn the loss of one of their own." Beatrice snickered to herself. The only ones truly mourning Jessica's death was probably the football team members she slept with. She climbed the stairs and entered her bedroom, where Ryuk was waiting. "Hehehehe. Not bad for a beginner." He said "Never seen the notebook used like that before. So now that you've got a taste for it, what will you do with it now?" Beatrice pulled the Death Note from her backpack and looked down at it, deep in thought. She held in her hands the power to change the world forever, by getting rid of the people who made it such a miserable place to start with. People like Jessica Simmons. But she was just the beginning. Beatrice was perfectly aware there were lots of people far worse than Jessica out there. Dictators, corrupt authority figures, drug lords, all kinds of people who were nothing more than a cancer, spreading and devouring anything innocent in their path. Well, that was all about to change. Starting right now. Beatrice looked up at Ryuk with grim determination. "I will use the power of this notebook to rid this world of all who prey on those weaker than them. With it, I will protect the innocent, and punish the wicked." Ryuk chuckled. "You know, you remind me a lot of the last human that had that Death Note. It was before your time, but lets just say he made quite an impact on the world. Before he was found out, anyway. But who knows? Maybe you won't make the same mistakes." |
| Beatrice thought for a minute. "There is my old 4th grade teacher, Mr. Hayman," she said. "He never smiled or told a joke. I think he's about to get what's coming to him." She looked at the list in her notebook of possible deaths and decided to use one of them. "I've got it!" She said. With that, she wrote down: Mr. Mike Hayman. Crushed to death by fallen tree. |
| Beatrice didn't write anything else in the book until after she heard the report on Mr. Hayman. It took a few days, and her trying to be stealthy when she'd never had to hide anything from her family, but finally, over the weekend, she heard it. "Local man and retired elementary teacher, Mike Hayman, crushed by a tree in his backyard. Details unknown, we will keep you updated as we are." That strange smile, the one she wore when Jessica spontaneously combusted in the cafeteria, returned. She felt it before anyone saw it, so she half ran up the stairs back to her room. "You're oddly happy," Ryuk noted, nodding to her expression. She says nothing, just opens her laptop, types a few things on the keyboard, and pulls up the news report, tilting it so Ryuk could see clearly. "I see your second experiment worked. What's next?" Her grin widens. "I have no idea." She turns the laptop back to herself, types something into the search bar, and starts scrolling. She could've been doing regular school research for all the fear she had about being caught, which is to say she was entirely too calm. Even Ryuk was a little unnerved, and he was a Shinigami. A death god. He'd seen too much to count, and this little, nerdy 15-year-old girl was making his skin crawl a little. "I found one." She whispers. Ryuk's attention snaps to her, curiosity overriding his discomfort. She's tilted the laptop again, to show the face of a criminal, some man who'd been proven with DNA evidence to be behind a mass rape/murder case involving only women. He ruined so many ladies' lives. The Death Note was in her hand faster than Ryuk could blink. Her hand, holding her favorite pen, hovered over the page. It was almost like she was starting to gain a moral compass or something, and realized how wrong the power of the book is. But she turned to Ryuk, looking as innocent as the child she might as well be. "Since you have to focus on the person's face, would a fake name affect the Note's power at all?" She asks suddenly. Ryuk had a flashback memory of the last human to hold his Death Note, another scary teenager. That one went a little crazy, and this one seemed to be heading that way too. He shook off the memory and answered her. "Yes. If the name given is not their real name, nothing will happen. You have to have their birth name." Beatrice thinks about that for a moment, then seems to come to a decision. "Is there a way to guarantee you know someone's real name?" She inquires, the gears visibly spinning in her mind. Ryuk stares at her a moment before answering. "There is one way..." He begins mysteriously. She glares at him before waving her hand in an urging motion to continue. "It's dangerous, it takes half your life as payment." |
| "What exactly does it do?" Beatrice asked cautiously. "I can give you the eyes of a shinigami." Ryuk replied "You will be able to see any person's true name just by looking at them. But as I said, you will lose half of your lifespan in the process." Beatrice considered Ryuk"s offer for a long while. It was indeed tempting. And it would definitely make ridding the world of undesirables much easier. But was she willing to trade half of her life in return? |
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