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Post by Fateful on Aug 4, 2010 2:38:36 GMT -5
.The human whose name is written in this note shall die.. The president of the United States had spoke out against Kira, promising to help Japan stop the serial murder who had been devastating Japan for years. Never one to back down from a challenge, Light Yagami knew that America's leader had declared war. A war which he planned to win. After getting his schedule down, he realized that he'd appear at a concert in New York, in a hall that had excellent surveillance. And, he just gave Misa her orders. Kill the president and everyone else who was there. This would be Kira's largest attack since his appearance. Over 10,000 people would be killed, including the president. That meant that he had the ultimate control! L wouldn't be able to claim that Kira only struck in Japan now. His control was international, and everyone would know it! On the fated day, Misa had her death note, a brand new pen just out of the box, and her shinigami eyes, glinted red, ready to start. Slowly, she wrote down everyone's name as they passed through the camera's, setting all their times of death just minutes apart. All of them by heart attack. Light didn't give her specific instructions, so she wanted them all to die, and for everyone to know it was Kira. It took an hour for her to write down everyone's name and soon after, people started to fall dead, corpses laying everywhere, in their chairs, on stage, backstage, in the bathrooms, in closets, falling off balconies. Disaster erupted and the CIA entered the building. Light couldn't stop smiling after he left work that night, and all could do was embrace the stupid woman who had never done anything right before. Sometimes it was god to have a bitch at his side. Someone to do his bidding when he was unable to. He could hear Ryuuk's raspy laugh behind him, like nails on a chalk board. L allowed them to leave without announcing the attack. He'd want to keep it a secret, and even managed to keep iot out of the news. But it didn't matter. It was just a matter of time now. He went to bed, waiting for it to surface of the president's death and Kira's victory of the United States. This note will not take effect unless the writer has the subject's face in mind when writing his/her name. This is to prevent people who share the same name from being affected.
The sweet smell of cream frosting met my keenly trained nose, absorbing the aroma of a collection of delectable sweets, all of which were on the list of favorites I had accumulated through my life. Opening my ink-like eyes, I glanced around the empty room of computer, television and other such screens. Some had documents, others covered in a forever dance of white noise which emitted no sound. I hadn't been asleep long, and on this rare occurrence when sleep did over take me, I felt better than when I slept. Unfortunately, my legs had also fallen asleep and as I shifted them, a familiar numb feeling set in, shortly followed by sparatic pains which I knew would become a rather intense pins and needles. Thoughts began to shoot through my head faster than before, the creation of my hatred and resentment towards Light's superior ability to outsmart me. Whereas there was no doubt in my mind that he was Kira, proving it was proving far too difficult; perhaps my estimate of his skill was lower than it should have been, only urging on my frustration. This was the fault of Light Yagami; I had no doubt. Sleep only forced itself on me when a case grew too frustrating for me to focus on - which this one had. My anger didn't display on my passive features, but even the sound of clinking china didn't disturb my thoughts, until a familiar hand rested on my shoulder. Turning suddenly, reading to kick the one that disturbed me, I hauled, greeted by the smiling face of an elderly man. "Watari..." A sigh escaped my lips and I took the black coffee he offered, taking a sip, expecting to have to add sugar. However, he put just enough to satisfy me and I drank the cup in an ungentlemanly fashion, proving to him that something indeed, was bothering me. He didn't ask questions, knowing I'd ask to speak if I wanted or needed to think. Even though he was growing old, he wasn't as mental as many of the other elderly. He was as sharp as a tack, but stepped aside for me to do things on my own, knowing I didn't want help unless I expressly asked for it. A white cream frosting strawberry cake with a sweet sauce was in front of me, cut, and ready with my favorite spoon. I didn't move towards it. Sweets held little appeal to me in my current state, but I knew well it would be a desire in less than an hour. Staring at the cake, I leaned over to table to pick up my spoon, hand on something smooth and glossy. So glossy in fact, that it slid across the glass table with ease, causing me to fly forward across the table. The pain in my legs rendered them useless in my somersault over the table, using one of the few Capoeira moves that allowed me to use mostly my upper body and arms. I landed on the table, couched in my usual position and hopped down. Pacing for a few moments, I soon grew irritated and sat down on my chair. Waiting there for what seemed like hours, staring into the white noise which had invaded my thoughts, I wanted more than anything to just kill Light and see if the killings stopped. I KNEW he was Kira. How how did I prove it to everyone else? Sadly, one needed proof before doing away with unwanted individuals. Though I didn't operate in the same laws as many others did, I grew irritated. I preferred my Methods to these soft ones of the Japanese task force. Pushing with my foot against the table, I slid across the room back over to my Mac and started to review another bland document which was relevant to the Kira case. Staring at them for a moment, he glared at them and picked one of them up, holding just the corner and threw it across the room to take out his mild frustration. Truth be told he wanted to kick Light in the face or confine him to a bathroom and slowly suck all the oxygen out of it through a straw for the pleasure of knowing he was dead. Then, I sighed, walking over to the fax machine. Sent to me was pictures of two woman, so similar I had to make sure they hadn't sent me to same person twice. No, I thought to myself. They had subtle difference in facial structure, but either they were twins, or one had plastic surgery to look like the other. They sent me other information, and I was floored. They had different last names, but the same date of birth. Both were adopted. They were twins, and they had survived the attack. The only two to survive Kira's massacre at the theater. "Watari." I turned, facing the elderly man who had raised me. "Bring them to me. I want them here by morning." Nodding, the older man picked up the phone and walked from the room to make all the arrangements. "You haven't won yet, Light.." This note can only kill a name and face when put together in the correct combination. If someone with the same face is placed to a different name, the subject will not die.
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Post by belated valentine on Aug 4, 2010 4:17:40 GMT -5
The human who uses this note can neither go to Heavon nor Hell...
"Make sure to call us if anything goes wrong. I mean it, Scarlett. Call us." The woman lectured, staring at the red head as she flipped through various hats, finally settling on the black fedora. She turned a few times in the mirror, nodding her head to let her mother know she'd heard her.
"I got it, I got it. I'll call. It's just a concert and I haven't gone anywhere since I got back home." Smiling, she reached for her purse, tossing it carelessly over her shoulder and grabbing the red blackberry from the top of dresser. She turned to look at the woman, staring into her worried eyes for a moment before she smiled, attempting to comfort her. "I'm fine, really. I'm fine."
Diana pushed back a few strands of her chocolate brown hair which was pulled back into an elegant bun at the back of her head. "I know, I know....It's just that we're scared. We love you, you know."
Scarlett gave another smile, leaning in to hug her. "I know, I love you too." She let the woman go, stepping back and picking up her shoes. She pushed open the door and glanced back. "I'll be back around midnight, I promise!" Her voice echoed down the hall as she slipped through it and to the front door, waving a goodbye to the little girl who sat in the middle of the living room floor, playing with a doll.
"Scar, ready to go?" A tall blonde asked, poking her head through the front door. Upon seeing her friend, Scarlett nodded in excitement. Her first big night out since she'd come home, needless to say she was anticipating it.
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The concert had gone just like any other. The music was good - interesting but not boring. Half way through, she excused herself to go the restroom. Her phone had began to ring and she knew if she didn't answer it her mother would worry.
"Hello?" She asked, leaning back against one of the sinks in the woman's restroom. Another woman had come in moments after her, using the bathroom quickly and washing her hands. However, as she turned the sink on, her body froze and a horror stricken face replaced the one she'd been wearing seconds ago. Hanging up quickly, Scarlett tried to help her, but the woman passed out.
"Shit.." Running out of the bathroom, she spotted a man dressed in security clothing turning the corner. "Excuse me, Sir! A woman just fell in the bathroom, I think she - " Her slate blue eyes widened in shock as she watched his face contort the same way the woman's had just seconds before. He fell shortly afterward, his body a lifeless heap on the tiles.
Holding back her scream, she ran down the hallway and back to the auditorium, stopping dead in her tracks as an eruption of screams started. The doors burst open and a flood of people escaped, some dragging bodies and others running and knocking people out of the way to get the hell out.
Someone rammed into her and she fell back, hitting the wall and holding herself up. As more bodies began to fall around her, she shut her eyes and screamed, trying to block it out.
Maybe she really was crazy, maybe the doctors were right. Maybe she shouldn't have left Winter Hills.
Soon enough, the entire crowd was down. She heard shouts as the front doors swung open and a hoard of CIA members burst in, wearing everything from bullet proof vests to gas masks to ensure their safety. They had no idea what this was, a terrorist attack, some sort of infection, a mass murder...
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Post by Fateful on Aug 4, 2010 4:59:32 GMT -5
"I don't want to go see this..." The red head complained after she finished her seventh hair style of the evening. Pulling out half a dozen bobby pins, she threw them against her mirror in irritation. "Why do I have to do this? Why can't I just appear on like... Ellen, or Oprah or something. I was born in Italy and was given up for adoption. Someone will eat that shit up. Please?" She started to restyle her hair, knowing that she'd lose the battle no matter what. She was going, but she just had to complain about it.
"Being a model sucks." She whispered, repining her hair in another style, and seemed more pleased than the others. Before she could change it again, she put down her bobbypins, and walked out of the room, turning off her bathroom light. Walking down the stairs in her stilettos, the long flowing dress billowed around her. Linking arms with ehr friend, she laughed, hugging her, before kissing her cheek.
"We haven't seen one another in MONTHS!" She cooed. "You need to come home more! I don't care if you're a model! I don't care, I want my Kiki once and a while! I miss the mall trips, the shopping, and the pictures we used to take of one another for fun!" The two laughed and walked out of the house, ready to go to the show. They got into the rental car, and drove down to the theater. They parked, snapping pictures of one another on their camera phones, and went inside, sitting down.
"Oh, Emilie, I need a drink, come on, we should pee too, just in case. We don't want a repeat of the last concert!" They laughed at the shared memory and took off into the lobby, getting some bottles of water, putting them in their purses, then went into the bathroom. Someone fell int he bathroom, their face twisting in pain. It took a minute or so for Kiera to realize what happened, and when she did, she screamed, loudly. Then ran out of the bathroom as fast as she could, Emilie trailing behind her, holding her hand.
Everything else happened so fast.
The world started to fall apart. Everything around her was gone. Men in suits came in, grabbed her and they brought her out. They asked her name, but ended up just taking her license. She felt numb on the inside, and she wasn't sure what was going on. Was... this a nightmare? Did she have another crazy dream about everyone around her leaving?
A few men tried to talk to her, even a couple of female agents. Her slate blue eyes wandered up and her eyes were glossy with tears, but they didn't fall. Not long after, a man walked in and muttered something. She barely heard them. Afterward, she was blindfolded, put in a car, then brought to the airport, put on a private jet, still blindfolded, and ended up falling asleep on one of the beds in the jet.
She'd face the end of her life when she woke up. Did she cause what happened? Is that what they thought? That she was Japan's legendary killer?
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Post by belated valentine on Aug 4, 2010 19:38:32 GMT -5
They were grabbing her, questioning her, and pushing her back and forth like a doll. They were telling her that everyone had died, save her and another girl. They thought that she did it, that she had killed all those people. Throughout it, she shouted at them, pleaded for them to let her go. She didn't like touching, she didn't like the way they grabbed and tugged at her, staring at her with hard eyes and cold voices - she could feel the eyes even though she was wearing a blindfold. It was so much like that god damned hospital she thought she'd finally gotten away from.
Was she imagining this? No, no..."Let me go, I don't know anything! I was just there, and people started to fall!" They weren't listening to her.
Someone grabbed her, threw her into a car but before they could shut it, she pushed it back with all the strength she had, knocking down the man and jumping out of the car. She heard him shout something to the rest of them as she took off, her crimson hair trailing behind her, her silverish blue eyes shut tightly behind the blindfold that she tried to ease off with her shoulder because her hands were handcuffed. Just as she managed to clear one of her eyes, she caught sight of a large man, a wicked grin on his face as he whispered something, "Go to sleep, little girl." Consciousness slipped from her and she fell into a world of black. She was taken back to the car and to the airport where they threw her on one of the beds in the jet, her hands and feet cuffed.
Light pushed back his chair, watching one of the security cameras that were directed at the entrance of the building. "They're here." He said, casually, looking back at the rest of the task force, besides L who was already next to him and on his computer. "This is one of Kira's sloppiest moves, why would he leave two girls alive?" His eyes directed toward Misa for a mere second, cursing at her in his mind. How could she have been so stupid? The girls were twins, but they weren't exactly identical. He was an idiot for letting Misa do this on her own.
But then again, one small mistake in the way the face was composed would mess it up. Whatever...These girls were being taken back to the headquarters to be questioned as either Kira or two of his workers, as least he had bought some time.
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Post by Fateful on Aug 4, 2010 20:35:27 GMT -5
Kiera felt something over her face, and a horrible smell met her nose after they got onto the plane. She passed out and when she woke, her wrists and ankles ached from the tension of the handcuffs on her wrists and ankles. The plane was landing, and she looked around, asking where they were going, but her voice fell on deaf ears, for some men around her continued to talk to one another. They were removed from the plane, still restrained, blindfolded, and where transported into a car. They drove for what seemed like hours in endless circles, both on the highway and on the streets. Finally the car stopped, turned off, and they were brought inside a building, into a room, separated into different glass rooms, tied to half standing chairs by their limbs and restrained heavily.
L brought his thumb to his lips. "That's not what interests me the most." He said, not even bothering to look at them. "I haven't told you this, but one of the girls, I'm not sure which one, her name is Kiera, but there's an E in it." He muttered, holding up a piece of paper that had her first name only written on it. For their sake, he had their last names blacked out from all the files he had on them, from both Light, and anyone else who might leak the information. Not that it did much good.
Misa's head popped up suddenly and she stood from the table she was sitting at. "Kiera!?" She screamed, walking over to were L was sitting in his usual posture, and Light was looking at the camera screens. "I HATE her!" She cried. "Hate hate hate! I want her dead, she's so stupid! She outdid me in seven countries, then they had the NERVE to give her a contract in Japan." She turned around, crossing her arms, her blond hair wiping behind her.
Ide arched a brow. "I'm sorry, but what?"
Matsuda sighed. "Kiera Moretti is an Italian super model who has contracts in eight European countries, and now in Japan. Many magazines which once favored Misa-Misa now favor her because she's a college student, and her name gets her a lot of attention as you can imagine." He picked up a magazine that had a red headed woman, hair curled on the cover in a tight white dress, with a halter like top. ["http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m261/PastReflections/Sarah/blossoms/Aaliyah/227325.jpg]
L took the magazine and glared at the big mouthed idiot. "I was hoping to disclose this in a more organized manner, Matsuda." He threw the magazine into the trash ten feet behind him. "I don't believe either one of them is Kira. The probability isn't even worth considering, especially because we know that Kira needs a name an a face to kill. These two have different names, but faces which highly resemble the other. For now, however, I won't discredit the possibility of Kira making such a..." his eyes rested on Light. "drastic mistake.
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Post by belated valentine on Aug 4, 2010 21:42:30 GMT -5
Light sat up in his chair, ignoring the suspicious look L was giving him. "And the other one? No information on her?" He asked, glancing to the cameras. He looked back at the crew and then at L.
"You can never assume someone isn't Kira. Remember, you said everyone's a suspect. We can't just let them off the hook, maybe that's what they wanted. Maybe they planned the entire thing this way. I'm not saying they ARE Kira, I'm just saying we shouldn't let them off easy. I mean, I don't think they could be Kira, but maybe they work for him?"
He stood up, running a hand through his chest nut hair and looking over at Misa, narrowing his eyes slightly. He was still blaming this on her. If she wasn't such an idiot...
Glancing back at the screens, he blinked slightly, trying to decipher the differences between the females. He didn't know which one was which, but one of them seemed calm while the other fidgeted uncomfortably. Hitting the button that allowed his voice to come through, he sighed slightly. "We need both of you to stay calm, we aren't going to hurt you. Could you please let us know which of you is Kiera and which is..." He glanced at the other paper because L hadn't yet told him her name, "Scarlett?"
Messing with the handcuffs, Scarlett kept her head down despite Light's voice suddenly bursting into the room. Which was which? What did they mean? She knew there was another girl here. But If they could see them then why were they asking? If they had their names they must have had their photos as well. Biting her lip, she ignored him, keeping her head tilted downward as she fidgeting with the metal cuffs, hating the way they made her feel useless.
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Post by Fateful on Aug 4, 2010 21:57:15 GMT -5
L watched Light, listening to every other word he said. He was debating saying what he really wanted to say, which was that HE was Kira and that he had no doubt that these girls had no connection to them. It's what he sent all night checking. The most criminal ties these two girls had, was that one had distant family in the Italian Mafia. The other one had been institutionalized. Not really anything that sent up red flags. However, he decided to censor such thoughts, if he did bring it up, the rest of the time-namely Light's father-would ask for proof. They others were just too stupid to see it.
L and Light knew the truth, they just liked the mutual game of hide and seek.
Maybe keeping some information from the others was best. He hadn't brought in the file which stated that Scarlett, the one on the left hand side, was institutionalized. Watari had it, and he saw no reason to mention it. He was already ordered all her therapy tapes so see for himself if she was a danger or not. Until then, he would reserve judgment, but if they had gained the same power Kira somehow possessed, he'd find out what it was.
That, or as Light said-Kira made a fatal mistake.
Kiera heard the voice and raised her head towards the speaker on the ceiling. She, also remained silent. Was he stupid or something? Clearly. She was a model, so either this was a stupid joke, or the police were idiots. His voice was in English, but it was accented, and her mind started to race, trying to figure out which one it was. Would yelling at him get her in trouble? Yeah... most likely, but shit, it's not like she had anything else to do.
":You're looking at us.:" Was her response in Japanese, having identified his accent.
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Post by belated valentine on Aug 4, 2010 22:51:18 GMT -5
Light rolled his eyes. "Don't play stupid. There are two of you, you're obviously identical twins or one of you disguised yourself as the other and it seems much too real to be make up." He stated, this time a little more aggressively. He wasn't in the mood for playing games, he was still angry about the whole ordeal. If they had died along with the rest of them, things would have gone much smoother. Sighing, he tried again. "Just give us your names, first only please." He paused, waiting for a reply.
The two of them seemed intent on ignoring him, and damn it Light did not like to be ignored. He wished he had their last names, then he could take a good look at their faces and kill them both, putting them where they belong - hell. "You realize the sooner you two cooperate, the sooner you get to leave this place. We only want to proof to see if you are with Kira or not, and if you aren't we'd like to know why you were the only ones left alive. By not responding to anything I say, it makes you look guilty. So if I were you I would talk."
Looking into the screens again, he smirked. "Or we can glad escort you to jail, either way. It's your choice."
Even though Scarlett remained quiet, Eminem proudly answered for her, blaring his very much famous "Without Me" from the black bag that sat in a plastic bag between L and Light. Light stopped, confused for a moment before he realized it was her phone.
His eyes directed to the singing bag, not sure if he should open it or not. He pushed the bag in L's direction. "You deal with it.." He muttered, not realizing his finger had been on the button the whole time.
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Post by Fateful on Aug 4, 2010 23:06:56 GMT -5
Kiera's eyes narrowed behind her blindfold, showing her irritation. ":I'm pretty sure you're holding of us is illegal in the United States as well as Japan:." She said flatly in Japanese. ":You can't put us in jail because we haven't done anything wrong. And I don't have a sister. I'm an only child, have you ever read a biography on me?:" A phone started ringing and she heard an English song that she'd heard many times in the past. Eminem? She needed that ring tone.
L turned his head, hearing the phone ringing. "Of course Light, I'd forgotten that you signed my pay checks each week. And to think I assumed the pay cuts where due to your expensive hair stylist and hair products." He left his chair and walked over to the plastic bags. Opening them tentatively, he picked up the phone. "hello?"
"Hel-- You're a boy!" Was the answer on the other line.
"Your powers of deduction of quiet impressive."
There was a pause followed by screaming, "Why did you answer my daughter's phone!? Is she alright?! What happened?"
L had his thumb on his lips for a moment. "I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific."
"My daughter has beautiful long curly red hair, and slate blue eyes! Let me speak to her!"
L grinned. "She's a little tied up at the moment, but a name would be more helpful. Or a birthmark which would help us identify her."
A long pause followed. "Is... she dead?"
"No, she's simply not cooperating with our demands."
"W-What the fuck! I will have you know I can have you shot in killed! Who is this!?"
L paused for a moment. "I don't thin death threats are neccesary."
"I'm calling the police!"
L looked over at Light. "He'd like to speak with the police." When Light refused the phone, he shrugged. "What is her name?"
"Her name is Scarlett Ma-"
"Thank you for your services, we will call when another appointment opens up." L said before hanging up the phone and turning it off.
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Post by belated valentine on Aug 4, 2010 23:44:46 GMT -5
Scarlett looked up toward the speaker once she heard the faint voice of her father. "Dad!" She called, in hopes that he would hear her calling him. Finally becoming somewhat active, she pushed the blindfold - which had loosened from her laying on the plane - off with her shoulder and looked around. The room was sealed off and held nothing but the bed she was sitting on and a camera and speaker in the upper right corner. "I didn't do anything, let me out of here!"
Light furrowed his eyebrows. "It seems like I'm the only one who's serious about this thing. We might be holding friends of Kira and all you do is make jokes?" He asked, sighing slightly. When Scarlett spoke up, he smirked. "So you're Scarlett." He looked at the other screen. "And you must be Kiera. Now that we have that sorted out..." He said, not minding that Scarlett had removed her blindfold. It wasn't like she could see them so it didn't matter.
"I apologize, but we can't do that at this moment. We're going to ask you a few more questions for you go anywhere." He moved his finger off of the button, sitting back down in his chair and looking over at L. "You're better at questioning and creeping people out, why don't you interrogate them?" He asked, glancing at Misa. "You made Misa hate you, I'm sure you'll find some way to make them talk, no matter how creepy and perverted it is.." He muttered.
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Post by Fateful on Aug 4, 2010 23:55:08 GMT -5
Kiera rolled her eyes. "Yes, I'm Kiera." She said in English, dully, trying to shift her position so she could cross her legs. It wasn't a habit of her to sit with both of her legs on a chair. It was actually bothersome and uncomfortable, and against how she was raised. Moving, she managed to remove the blindfold, looking around the blinding room, having to close her light sensitive eyes. "What..?" She muttered. The room was almost pure white and had nothing but a speaker, the chair she was in and a video camera. Great. "This better not end up on the internet..."
L just sat by and watched with mild interest. Light was trying too hard and wasn't too skilled. He was relying on what they were telling him rather than on his powers of reasoning and deduction. It was very unlike Light, but it was a pleasant surprise to see him struggle through this, trying to sort out his own thoughts as well as make these woman incriminate themselves.
Turning his head towards Light, a bemused expression appeared on L's face. "Are you saying that you not only approve of the method I used with Misa, but you'd enjoy seeing me do it again to two woman rather than just one?" Pushing himself in the chair towards the table, he pressed the microphone to speak to just Scarlett. "Hello, Scarlett." He said, in the same amused tone he'd spoken to Light with. "I assume that was Manson, was it not?" He questioned, looking down at her through the monitor. "And you realize that what you saw in the concert Hall was an attack by Kira, not a psychotic break, yes?" he questioned, his large eyes focusing intently on her reaction so that he wasn't even blinking.
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Post by belated valentine on Aug 5, 2010 1:00:57 GMT -5
Light shook his head again, rolling his eyes. "See, this is what I mean. Take this seriously, Ryuuzaki." He couldn't help but glare at him slightly. "And for the record, I don't approve of your way of interrogating women..I'm just saying, you seemed skilled with your creepy ways." He sighed and leaned forward in his chair.
Glancing at Kiera, he clicked the button. "You can see where we're coming from. You two were the only ones who survived this attack, we can't just let you go. And I can assure this won't end up on the internet, not all of us create vlogs that we post on youtube, you know. This is completely private, so please, just tell us exactly what you saw during the attack. Everything you saw..."
Scarlett widened her eyes for a moment before she glared at the camera. He'd invaded her privacy and was spreading around the fact that she was considered insane. He had no right to do so, that wasn't something anyone had to know! She wasn't crazy! "I'm not insane. I KNOW what I saw. People started falling, it looked like they had heart attacks. I didn't have a part in this. I don't know WHY I didn't die along with them!" She yelled, her eyes tearing up slightly at the thought of her friend falling and dying. "I wouldn't kill my friend! I'm not a psychopath.."
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Post by Fateful on Aug 5, 2010 1:13:43 GMT -5
Kiera gritted her teeth. "I can see where you're coming from? You KIDNAPPED me from the United States, violated my civil rights, only to bring me to another country and do the same thing there! Whereas I'm not as well versed in Japan's laws as I am with America's and Italy's, I know for a fact this is against the law!" Her slate blue eyes narrowed as she stared hatefully into the camera, glaring at Light with a look that just begged for him to drop dead. Sighing, she looked up at the ceiling, thinking about it. "I... just remember that people started to die, I panicked, and didn't know what to do. It happened so fast."
L rolled his eyes at Light. "Oh please... it would be much more entertaining for you if we had a suspect which wasn't female." He muttered, turning his attention to Scarlett. These girl's eyes interested him. They held so much defiance and life. It was very rare that a suspect interested him. Studying her face, he grinned to himself, amused.
"I do believe that you did see it. The building had cameras and backed up what you're saying happened. I just wanted to make sure you were clear with the events. I can assure you this isn't a nightmare. There are a few theories as to why you didn't die, but instead of explaining, I'd rather show you." Pressing a button, the bonds holding her released and fell to the ground. "Walk through the open door." He instructed, having opened the door which connected Kiera's room to Scarlett's.
Leaning over in his chair, he pressed another button which released Scarlett and shut off both his and Light's microphone. "I wish to see their reaction to one another, if that's okay with you, Light. Unless you'd rather have me remove their clothing and wash cars."
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Post by belated valentine on Aug 5, 2010 1:58:56 GMT -5
Light glared again, ignoring the comment on his sexual preference and then the second one about the care washing and removing their clothes. "Just...ugh." He threw his hands up in the air and turned his head to the screens, watching as L unlocked their cuffs and opened the door.
Scarlett looked up at the camera, her eyes slightly squinted in attempt to keep the light out. "If you have video evidence to prove that I saw that, then why am I here? You obviously saw me freak out, you saw that I had nothing to do with it!" When the door slid open, she backed up slightly but realized that no one was entering. Cautiously, she stood up, dropping the undone cuffs to the floor and rubbing the spots on her wrists where they had held her. She took a few steps toward the darkness, her heels clicking against the white tile.
Are they letting me go? She thought in curiosity.
Stepping through the darkness and into another room, she stopped in her tracks, face to face with another woman who seemed completely identical to her. Their eyes were slightly different shades, their noses holding a tiny difference in shape. Other than that, their overall facial structure was near identical. Their hair was the right shade as well, except Scarlett's was down and her bangs were shaped differently.
Slowly, she took a step to the left, waiting to see if the woman would do the same. She didn't, meaning there was no way this was a...mirror. 'Is this a joke?" She asked, her eyes wide with shock. Tilting her head to the camera, she glared, hatred seeping out of her face. "Is this a fucking joke?! You're doing this on purpose! How many times do I have to tell you people, I'm not crazy! Stop fucking with me!" She shouted, taking off her heel and tossing it at the camera. Whose fucking idea was this? Her eyes turned back to the woman and she pursed her lips, unsure of what to do. Was she really here? Or were they bringing in a copy of her to make her seem like she was seeing things so she would talk?
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Post by Fateful on Aug 5, 2010 2:36:48 GMT -5
L looked over at Light and smiled pleasantly. "Just ugh." he mocked, turning his head back to face the cameras, watching Scarlett check her joints and then slowly, walk into the other room. Well this would certainly be interesting, especially if they didn't already know one another.
Kiera watched the handcuffs release her wrists and felt them fell from her ankles. Raising her hands instantly, she walked forward, away from the chair, as if expecting it to capture her again. The urge to break the camera surfaced, but resisted. Looking over at the open door, she jogged over to it, her hair bouncing in the elastic. From all that had happened, it was loose and close to falling down. Her eyes grew wide. W-what was this!?
This had to be a trick but... the girl's hair was different, she didn't have the birthmark Kiera had on the left side of her neck, and her eyes were a different color, just by a little. And Kiera's nose was slightly wider, not not unattractively so. When Scarlett moved to the side, Kiera did the same a few seconds later, but in the opposite direction.
"What the hell is this?!" She yelled, turning to face the camera. "Is this some kind of set up?"
L pressed the microphone to speak in Kiera's room. "Surely now you understand why we asked which one of you was which? It seems you're identical twins, both born on November 11, 1984 in Italy, then adopted shortly after. Scarlett went to live in the United States, Kiera, you stayed in Italy. it's strange to separate identical twins, but it's not unheard of. It seems that Kira's power didn't work on the two of you."
Kiera turned to face Scarlett again and reached out to touch her face, wanting to see if she touched a person or a mirror. When she touched flesh, her eyes widened in surprise. "I... don't believe this..." She whispered, watching Scarlett's reactions. "How could I have a sister and my parents NOT tell me!?"
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