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CHAPTER 2: RULES OF THE GAME
Late that night, after the Fenrir had departed from the blue planet, I returned to my quarters. It was a too small bed in a slightly bigger room, but it had a window. And on that window ledge I kept all of my treasures, just small curiosities I had collected whenever we stopped at planets to refresh.
Unable to resist, I opened the book, my greedy eyes itching to see what would follow such an odd title as 'DeathNote'. I was confused. I couldn't read well, but that wasn't it.
They were blank. All of the pages. Blank.
I pursed my lips, trying to figure out what to do with a blank book. Was writing in it an option? Or was the book blank for a reason?
I looked on the back for guidance, as I had seen writing on there earlier. I was confused once again.
A small frown appeared on my face and I ran a frustrated hand through my hair as if getting flustered would scare meaning from the letters. I concentrated on those words, picking then apart as if it was in code.
I. Something about writing a person's name in the book and then they'll die. Write how the person will die or they will just die of a heart attack. The details have to be written down 6 minutes and 40 seconds after death.
Mmmkay.
II. Property of the human world. You can recognize a god of death by using the note. But you can't go to Heaven or Hell.
So where do you go?
I put the book down, gripping my throbbing head. My brain was too full of questions, I feared it may explode. Maybe it would just be better to throw it away and not have to deal with any of this so called 'Shinigami' business.
But I simply couldn't resist. Grabbing my little stub of a pencil I wrote down the first name that came to my mind.
Nikole Javacole.
There it was, written on the page like a confession of guilt. I waited, counting to 40 under my breath.
38...
39...
40...
Nothing happened. No screams of a painful death. No feeling of my soul being corroded away.
My chest was heaving from fear that I had actually killed someone. A relieved laugh escaped my lips and I placed the prank book between the miniature stuffed human being and the small glass ball with a colorful strip in it.
I covered myself with my thread bare blanket and nodded off into an uneasy sleep.
That was when the world... er, ship... shifted.
Late that night, after the Fenrir had departed from the blue planet, I returned to my quarters. It was a too small bed in a slightly bigger room, but it had a window. And on that window ledge I kept all of my treasures, just small curiosities I had collected whenever we stopped at planets to refresh.
Unable to resist, I opened the book, my greedy eyes itching to see what would follow such an odd title as 'DeathNote'. I was confused. I couldn't read well, but that wasn't it.
They were blank. All of the pages. Blank.
I pursed my lips, trying to figure out what to do with a blank book. Was writing in it an option? Or was the book blank for a reason?
I looked on the back for guidance, as I had seen writing on there earlier. I was confused once again.
A small frown appeared on my face and I ran a frustrated hand through my hair as if getting flustered would scare meaning from the letters. I concentrated on those words, picking then apart as if it was in code.
I. Something about writing a person's name in the book and then they'll die. Write how the person will die or they will just die of a heart attack. The details have to be written down 6 minutes and 40 seconds after death.
Mmmkay.
II. Property of the human world. You can recognize a god of death by using the note. But you can't go to Heaven or Hell.
So where do you go?
I put the book down, gripping my throbbing head. My brain was too full of questions, I feared it may explode. Maybe it would just be better to throw it away and not have to deal with any of this so called 'Shinigami' business.
But I simply couldn't resist. Grabbing my little stub of a pencil I wrote down the first name that came to my mind.
Nikole Javacole.
There it was, written on the page like a confession of guilt. I waited, counting to 40 under my breath.
38...
39...
40...
Nothing happened. No screams of a painful death. No feeling of my soul being corroded away.
My chest was heaving from fear that I had actually killed someone. A relieved laugh escaped my lips and I placed the prank book between the miniature stuffed human being and the small glass ball with a colorful strip in it.
I covered myself with my thread bare blanket and nodded off into an uneasy sleep.
That was when the world... er, ship... shifted.
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