My Mind - Short Stories From My Imagination

Chapter 4 ~ Dream ~ Kira

Mild swearing.

I am Kira. I lost my death note a long time ago, but the police are still after me. They haven't made a public announcement over who I am, which is good for me, but they do know who I am and what I look like. That means that even though the killings have stopped, the police will still be able to find me.

I'm on the run with a girl. It might be Misa but I'm not sure. I can't make out her face. We run into a building for cover. There's two men in the building who does not seem happy to see us. We don't know them and they don't know us, but I don't think they like people in general. At least not after their shop has closed and we just barge in.

A pistol and shotgun was meeting us inside. "Don't shoot! We're unarmed and do not want to hurt anyone. We're just here to hide for a few minutes until the danger is gone." For some reason they chose to trust us and put their guns away. We heard noises outside coming this way. "Hide back here." One of the guys said and hid us behind some shelves.

We saw the police barge in just as we had only a minute ago, and the police was met the same way we were. With a pistol and shotgun straight in the face. "This is the police! Put your weapons down!" The police yelled at them. "I don't care if you were the god damn president. This is our shop and you just barged in here. You might as well be some robbers who would try to steal from us."

"Fine. Stand down men." The police lowered their weapons and looked at the chief. "Now. As reasonable human beings I recommend that you put yours away too." He looked at them. They gave each other a look and lowered their weapons too. "Good. Now, I'm looking for this young man with light brown hair. He might be followed by a woman. Have you seen them?"

While the older one talked with the police the younger one looked at them, he then looked at us and saw that I as looking up from behind the shelves. It might only have been for a few seconds but it was enough to attract the unwanted attention of one of the policemen. I slowly put a finger to my mouth and gave him a threatening look. He kept quiet and they left.

After they left the two guys looked at us. "This is the danger that you were hiding from? In our shop? I just talked with them and they said that you, with the light brown hair, that you were named Kira. One of the most dangerous people to be on the streets."

They took out the shotgun again. They would've had the pistol too but I grabbed the younger ones arm, and pulled him closer while taking it from him. "As I said. We did not come here to cause any harm. We just wanted to wait until the police had left. Now they're gone so now we can leave, and you can continue with your lives and forget about us."

The older one gave the young one a nod and the young one began to run towards the door. "Get the police back in here." He said as the young one reached the door. "Sorry but I can't allow that." I said and without looking, I shot the door just a few inches away from the boys face. He stopped dead in his tracks with arms up.

"Get back here. That shot wasn't an accident. And trust me, the next bullet won't miss." He quietly walked back to us. "Let's try again, shall we? It's simple: I get to leave and you get to live. Just don't tell anyone that you ever saw us. Okay?" I began to walk towards the door when I heard the click of a shotgun being loaded.

"I can't let you go. If you are as dangerous as the police said you were, then I can't let you leave. They said that you had killed hundreds of people just within a few weeks. I can't let a guy like that go free. Not when I know that I could be the next victim." He started to shake. He was getting scared by the confrontation he was making, and not without reason.

"Did the police also tell you what kind of people I've killed? Because you see, I never kill innocent people. At least not unless they get in my way. And you, fine sir, is getting in my way to freedom. So I'll give you one last chance to save yours and your brothers life. Let. Me. Go. I won't ask nicely again."