Living-Dead Girl || Death Note

01 | Loopy

A surge of adrenaline finally made you aware of your surroundings. Flashing lights streamed past your vision. You weren't quite sure what you were seeing. Blood that flowed down your scalp dripped into your eye, making half your vision red. All you could feel was your leg's weight held against the gas pedal, and the ringing in your ears piercing the sharpness of your mind.

"Drive faster, goddammit!" Somebody to the right of you hollered in your ear, pressing another thing to it. The coolness of the brass already gave it away, not even having to look. With your eyes fixed on the road, you knew well that it was a gun. One click and you knew the safety was off. Was the dunce across from you really going to pull the trigger? Looking over would probably cost you your life, given the power that you grew accustomed to—killing. Made you think back to what the hell happened before that surge of sudden adrenaline. You couldn't recall much, but you did know of your limits.

And as Tokyo's one and only Shinigami, you didn't have any.

In under a millisecond a bullet had pierced through the back window of the car, and through the rim of the rear-view mirror. The shot had changed the position of the mirror and redirected your eyes to your captors faces, rather than previously—your own. A minute was all you needed. A minute was all the time in the world, to scribble their names onto a spare piece of the Death Note with your bloody finger. It was practically illegible, but it worked. Your captors noticed that their heart rate begin to spike, but were too late to pull the trigger. Their minute was up. They dropped, dead.

The tweaking corpse besides you dropped their weight directly on your thigh, shifting indirectly onto the car's gas pedal. 

"Shit!" You cursed, gritting your teeth. There was nothing more to do other than to brace for impact, but you still attempted to slow down time, somehow saving your own life. Your eyes flickered red, as the flashing lights that streamed past your vision had finally come to a stop, and you could have swore that you felt as if there were no gravity holding you down (other than the fatass corpse). It was as if your hand was floating towards the car's gears, rippling through time, as you gripped the knob. 

You managed to change the gear into neutral. As your eyes flickered back to their natural color, everything began to speed up even more. Highway lights went back to being streaks of blinding color, when you felt the adrenaline leave your body, and a newfound pain enter it. There was a gapping hole in the road, marked with construction tape, but the car's speed was out of your control. It took less than a millisecond for the life to leave your body. You felt weightless.

Color draining from your face, your body was catapulted out the window of the car, with shards of glass glazing your growingly pale skin. You would have been lucky, hearing how horrendously loud the car had sounded, exploding in the distance. However, your body felt cold right besides a roaring fire. More so your corpse.

But that not how Shinigami die.

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Sirens whined in the distance, not only coming from ambulances, but an abundance of police cars also. You heard those doors slam shut, and the sound of probably press footsteps  growing closer.

"Oh my God, is she alive?" One person said.

"Paramedics!" Another yelled.

"There's three dead in the vehicle!" Oh yeah, right. Almost forgot.

Your scraped cheek laid against rough asphalt of the road, and it stung. You twitched your finger, and soon the rest of your hand regained feeling. Color spread throughout the rest of your face, and suddenly you weren't so pale.