It was an eerie night in North London, and Light Yakomi was walking home from a late night cramming session. He wouldn't usually have to walk, but his sister, Trisha Yakomi, wasn't there to pick him up. Trisha was usually there, in the past, but tonight she had 'other arrangements' (basically meaning she was sleeping with her boyfriend.)
While Light was walking along, he heard a woman screaming. She seemed to be down a dark, foggy London alleyway.
"She's ok," Light thought. "No need for me to go getting myself into things that I don't need to be involved in."
Another scream.
"Help! Help me! Please! Anyone!" the woman screamed. She sounded familiar to Light. Could it be Trisha?
"Trisha? Trisha I'm coming!" Light exclaimed to her, running up the dark alley.
"Light! Run! Don't come down here! Get as far away as you can!" she replied. The woman was Trisha. Trisha was in trouble. Light couldn't listen to her, she was in trouble
Suddenly, Light was surrounded by strong, bulky men all of which looked like they were double the strength of him and triple the weight. He had nowhere to run, as he'd ran straight to the end of the alley. Without time to think - he looks around and sees Trisha, just ahead of him. He knew he was faster than her, by miles, so she should have run away as soon as she could. But she was his sister. She wouldn't leave him - he kicked the man just ahead of him away with his most powerful kick.
His foot lodged uncomfortably in the other man's groin area, causing him to keel over, falling into Light and almost crushing him with his unlawful weight.
"OOF!" He was knocked backwards by the man, straight onto his back. As soon as he hit the floor, he was struggling for the freedom of his arms so he could shove the man off of him. "N-- Get off!" He screamed, rolling around and pushing as hard as he can to get the man off of him.
He was wriggling around for what felt like hours, pushing and screaming at the man to get off of him before he eventually managed to get the man off of him. His strength had worn out at this point, yet the man rolled off of him as if he was helped by the large man's friends.
"The glass, Light! Smash the glass!" Trisha yelled. "Use it against them!" Trisha thought a lot quicker under pressure than Light. She was older. She knew what to do.
With no other resources around him, Light does as he's told (or more like ordered) and runs over to a glass window. The glass - luckily for Light - smashes easily. He grabs a sharp piece of the smashed glass and turns around, point of the shard forward.
"Shit!" The unknown man behind him got himself stabbed. It wasn't the one who Light kicked, this was a different man all together, with his muscular body and head full of hair. The man falls to the ground, clutching his stomach, screaming in pain. "You'll pay. My brothers will hunt you down and kill you. You will die. I will get revenge. I swear a vendetta!" He screamed as he fell to the ground and groaned when his head hit a rock once he was on the floor.
Light was terrified. He turned around and ran towards Trisha, grabbing her as he flew past. He dragged her half a mile up the alley, towards the end. When he got there, he heard police and ambulance sirens around him. He slowed down gradually, as he got more confident that they weren't following.
"Hey! Where are we going? Where are you taking me?" Trisha pants and him. "Home is that way." She looked exhausted, almost as if she had just returned from a week around a friend's house, within which she never slept.
As they walked, Light was thinking. Replaying the events over and over in his head. The closer he got to home, the more he wanted to turn around and run back to where it was. Just to make sure that he survived his lethal attack. "That's right, Light. It was lethal," he thought to himself. "He wouldn't have survived it. He's dead. I'm a murderer. I just killed a man."
"He died, didn't he?" Light questioned Trisha.
"Yes." That was all they spoke the whole way home.
When they arrived home, there were police cars outside the house. The police knew that it was them. The police were at their house. They would be going in for a very long time after this. They wouldn't be at their own house for years... Maybe even never again.
