Another L?! [Death Note Fanfic]

Thanks for reading my new story! Please enjoy it as you read!!

P.S. I do not own Death Note, I only own Z!

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Z's POV

I watched as the building burned down to the ground from the woods. I think I was the only survivor, I don't see anyone else come out.

My hell was now gone and I would take this chance to run away. I walked through the big, green forest. It was quiet, the sound of a bird was heard every once in a while.

After what felt like hour, trudging up the rough terrain of a hill, feet blistering and growing tired by each passing second.

The hill, I was almost to the top. Just a little further.

When I reached the top all I could see for miles were fields. Big empty fields of green, I couldn't see any houses or people. The hill over was covered in wild flowers, every color ever imagined was on that hill as some sort of flower.

The scenery was beautiful, that was all I could say. They kept us locked up in that house, no, that building and never let us outside. I walked to the hill of flowers and laid down, I'll just take a quick rest here then I'll leave.

I laid down in the soft flower bed and closed my eyes, the scent of the flowers lulling me into a deep sleep.

*In Dream*

I awoke to the sounds of screaming once again. The cage next to me I empty. I was going to be next, I knew that for sure.

Moments after the screams stopped coming from Y's mouth, the all to familiar steps echoed through the dark hallways.

I heard that groan of pain as he was thrown back into his cage. I was next, I just knew I was. The footsteps continued, coming closer an closer then stopping in front of my own cage.

"Z, it's your turn follow me," he said as he unlocked the cage door. I got up quickly an followed him into a room with many books, a wooden table with a wooden chair, and cabinet of tools and weapons. The blood that splayed across the tile floor was thick an smelled horrible.

I took a seat, waiting for the lesson. He then started the lesson, him asking questions and me writing down the answers.

*An hour later*

The lesson was done and all I had to do now was wait to be told how much I got wrong then get punished, like everyday.

"Good job, you got every question correct. Are you ready for what's next?" I nodded my head yes and went to the floor that had the blood stained on it, and sat down in the center of the dry blood. The smell was terrible but it was bearable.

He grabbed a big butcher knife and came up to me, he said, "lay down with your arms to your sides an stay still."

I did as he asked, waiting for what was going to come. He kneeled on the floor next to me and held the butcher knife up in the air. With one swing of his arm, my arm was cut off and what I had left of it was bleeding nonstop.

I didn't scream, I never did. It showed weakness and I was not weak. It didn't even hurt, I was totally emotional as some people would say. Some say I'm heartless, a masochist meaning I love pain, I have been hurt like this since I was little so I was use to the pain.

I was what the institute called a legend, a god. Not fearing anything, not feeling anything, I had super fast reflexes and was the fastest runner in this place. I was a special case, I was taught harder materials in exchange for more pain and brutality in the daily beatings.