Deathnote

Chapter 1 -- Missing

I woke up Monday morning at 6:00, as usual. I wanted to go back to sleep but knew that if I didn't wake up my roommate, Joshua, he would sleep all day and not go to work. Though, he usually hangs out with his gang buddies and skips work anyway. I finally got up and went to his room to wake him up, but he wasn't there. I yelled his name into the house. No response. I searched the house and the attic, but he was nowhere to be found. I went to work, and the day went on like normal, aside from a strange conversation I had with my boss. He asked me if I knew where my roommate, Josh, was. I told him no, and said that he wasn't in his room that morning. He had been missing all day with no trace of him.

That night, I decided to go to a party. My buddies and I stayed up all night drinking and partying. I finally met a girl, and we decided to go on a date the next day and try a relationship. I got back to my house at 3:00 AM and slept till 11:00 AM. I wanted to go and meet my date, but she had texted me that she didn't want to try the relationship anymore. I was walking back to my house when I saw a black sedan slowly driving by, slower than it should be. I made it to my house with no issues, but things were getting creepier and creepier.

I decided to go to the store to buy some veggies for dinner that night. Walking down to Walmart, I saw a homeless guy on the sidewalk. I gave him some money and went into the store. In the vegetable aisle, I met a lady named Clarissa. She turned out to be a nice and quaint lady. I offered to take her to dinner that night. She was excited to go and eat dinner, so we decided to meet at the park in an hour.

After I got back, I decided to watch TV when there was a knock at the door. I opened the door and was face to face with a masked man in clad black. He forced his way inside and took out his gun. He bound and gagged me and took me to the living room. I was terrified, so I pretended to pass out. He left to get water to wake me up, and while he was doing that, I called the police. By the time he got back and threw a giant bucket of water on me, the police were at the front door. They arrested the man, who turned out to be the military chief and left after interviewing me. I wanted to check my house, but the police told me that I would have to get a hotel that night, as my house was now a crime scene. I said okay and realized my meetup with Clarissa was in five minutes. I got in my car in drove to the park with a minute to spare. I waited there for about ten minutes and was about to text Clarissa to meet up at the restaurant when she ran up in a red dress. She told me she got held up by traffic. We walked through the park to the diner, Juan's Dinner Diner, and I held the door open for her and a few other guests walking in. The waiter took us to our table, and we sat down and ordered. We spoke for a while until our food finally came. We ate, paid, and left the diner. Before we went our separate ways, we traded phone numbers.

I checked into a hotel and slept the night away. The next day at about 5:00 AM, the fire alarm in the hotel went off, and my phone in the room rang. I picked it up and got told that a man was holding one of the employees' hostage and that bombs were planted throughout the building. I dropped the phone and opened the door. I grabbed my shotgun on the way out and ran down the stairs. I had a long way to go as I was on the 5th floor. I made it down and shot the man that held them hostage in the legs, and he fell. I ran and told everyone to get out when I heard a loud explosion. A person screamed as they were crushed into a pile of mangled flesh and blood by a piece of debris that fell from the top floor. We all ran outside and across the street as another floor of the hotel blew up. The floor that my room was on. The top half of the 10, now 8, story hotel started to lean toward us as the 5th floor got obliterated. We ran farther away, but some didn't make it. We have gone from 100 people to only 20 in a matter of seconds. The last explosion was the worst. The first three floors blew at the same time and killed 15 more people. I had managed to climb into a gutter along with four other people. We were the last five people left from the hotel. The police and fire trucks quickly came and put out the fires and got us out of the gutter.

I went home that day, whereas two of the five that were with me died in the ambulances, and the other two were still in the hospital. The doctors said that it was a miracle that I wasn't hurt aside from a few scratches. The police called me the next day and told me that the flag for the West Side Dippers was planted in the rubble of the hotel. There was a letter attached with my address on it. I told the police captain thanks and hung up. I drove over to the station to grab the letter. When I got there, the captain told me they had already sent it to evidence for examination. I asked them If they had read the letter and he said that they had. It had said that if I continued to meddle in the WSD business that I would die. Essentially giving me a death note.

I didn't know where I would be safe, so I just went home. Everything calmed down after a few days, leading to weeks of radio silence from the police. Nobody seemed to have any information on the West Side Dippers other than rumors and urban legends. All I know is that my roommate was involved somehow and that the police knew nothing. Both thoughts were equally mediocre. I went to work as normal, though my boss was becoming increasingly suspicious. I didn't know what was wrong with him, but he kept giving me more and more work. I went to his office and delivered a report when I noticed my file out on his desk. I opened it and saw that he had pictures of me at work and walking around town. I considered calling the police but realized that I didn't have nearly enough evidence.

I was at the store buying things for dinner; when out of the blue, I got a call from the police. They told me that they had found a man in clad black breaking into my house. I quickly drove over and discovered my house marked off with police tape. I went under it and came face-to-face with my ex-girlfriend, Jenny. I asked her why the heck she was breaking into my house when she suddenly spit at me. I, disgusted and offended, swung a punch at her when, suddenly, she ducked and kicked the cop that was behind her, holding her, across the yard where he lay there, bleeding. She then broke out of her cuffs and tried to kick me, but I expected it, as she is the one who trained me in karate, and I caught her leg and flipped her onto her back. I then picked her up and pinned her hands behind her back. The police got her and took her away. I went inside and found my room had gotten ransacked. I looked in the closet for the hidden door and found it broken open and swinging off one hinge. Walking in, a man grabbed me and pulled me back deeper into the cellar.

The man closed the door and came back when he suddenly slapped me. He told me that four of his members have either died or gotten arrested by the police. I said that they brought that on themselves, as I was defending myself. He took a rag out of his pocket and pushed it against my face. I tried to fight back, but everything went black as I passed into unconsciousness.