Jack's Deathnote ~Jalex~

Chapter 2

Jack's POV

My mouth dropped, my breathing became short and unsteady, my body started shaking, sweat dropped from my forehead, I felt like the walls where closing in on me. Panic struck me like a lighting bolt as I read the words on the screen.
Fletcher Parsons dead, hostages safe and unharmed.
No...surly not, it had to be a coincidence...it just had to be.
"Fletcher Parsons who held seven people, including three children hostage during a bank robbery died of a heart attack on the scene. All hostages escaped unharmed. We do not know what caused this sudden heart attack but we will update you more when we have further information. In other news Balitmore..."
I collapsed on the ground, running my hands through my hair. It had to be a coincidence, I watched the time, forty seconds had passed and the situation remains the same.
But what if there was a time delay? Oh god, I killed someone...I killed someone...I'm a murderer!
Calm down Jack he deserved it, it was him or the lives of innocents.
Why was I trying to rationalise with myself? I killed someone! No, it was a definitely a coincidence, people die from sudden heart attacks every day. It wasn't me, it wasn't the book...it wasn't possible.

I stayed there for hours, staring blankly into space, arguing with myself. God I sound like a mad man, arguing with myself. Arguing that it was just coincidence, then arguing that if by chance I actually did kill him, he deserved it, and I did the right thing. I said I wanted to make a difference in this world right? With all these criminals escaping justice, dodging the bullet. And I did, I made a difference, and no one would ever know, so long as they didn't find the book. I'd probably saved the life of those poor hostages, and others he may have attacked in the future...I did good right?
Maybe I should...oh god I've gone crazy...am I seriously considering testing the book one more time? And this time sticking around? God I needed locking up...but there was no other way to be sure.
Yes, I'd test it one more time, on another criminal, but this time write a cause of death, and if it happens it would confirm it. Then, I would toss the book away and burn it. It wasn't safe in my hands, or anyone's, it needed to be destroyed if it was real.
Yes, that's what I would do.

I needed a criminal I could physical watch from a distance. So, searching online for one in the news or already locked up wasn't going to work.
I looked at the clock, two in the morning...the next thing I knew, I was sneaking out my bedroom window heading towards the rough side of town.
It was safe to say I was terrified for my own life, but it was the only way I could be certain.
I managed to find a good hiding spot between two houses, I could see a fair bit of the area but no one could see me...I hoped.
I sat and waited, waited for something to happen, the pen in my hand ready, the book beside me.
After what felt like hours, I saw a man standing by one of the run down buildings. I couldn't see his face, he was in the shadows.
Minutes later, another man showed up and it quickly became apparent this was a drug pick up. I couldn't kill a drug dealer or the druggie! It wasn't a serious crime, certainly not serious enough to die.

Then came a sound that shook me to the core...a gun shot. The second man had shot the first and started raiding the now dead looking man, removing all the money and drugs from his person.
But then I realised the flaw in my plan, I need a face and a name...the face I could get, I'd caught a glimpse of it when he arrive. But no name. I lent my head against the wall, this was stupid it was all stupid.
"What the hell Steve! You weren't supposed to kill him!" A third voice spoke, causing my neck to snap back in their direction.
"Speak a bit louder Clark!" The second growled. That's when I caught a second, clearer glimpse of his face. My mouth dropped, I knew that face. But where had I seen it before?

I sat there racking my brains and that's when it hit me. Back when I was doing my research for my project, he had been on the 'wanted' list. I'd remember those brown eyes and ugly looking scar across the left one any day. I remember seeing his name...but it was vague.
Come one Jack, think! Think stupid! Come on, come on...that's it!!! Steven Marsh! I was sure of it!
I scribbled the name down fast, worst case scenario would be that I was wrong and nothing would happen. It clearly states those of the same name won't be effected. So if I was wrong, writing the name as I pictured the second guys face, nothing would happen. I quickly wrote the cause of death and waited. And waited.
The second guy stepped out into the road, my heart started racing, panic once again started rising as he took another step, and another.