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A black smoke engulfed the space on the chair beside Death Note and Jackson appeared with a silver coloured Device wrapped around his head and his entire body bounded in chains. "This is him. Where is my cargo?" Death Note asked. Sarraphina snapped her fingers and a guard walked in with a black briefcase. He placed it on the table on between them and walked away. "Check it" She said. Death Note brought the briefcase closer to him and he opened it. In it was a pen. "This is fake" Death Note stated with anger after observing the pen and he broke it after. "What do you

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

So I put it back inside my closet with my other clothes and think again. “How did you get there?” I asked the dead man as if he would answer. “Who brought you there?” I scratched my head because and took a deep breath. I sit back on the floor while facing the dead man. I tried to lift the blanket a little to see him for one more time and I put the blanket down immediately because I feel like he is already decomposing. I don’t know how many hours he has been dead but I know that he is real. I tried to think again and I suddenly remembered the notebook and the cutter again. What if it is hidden somewhere outside the house? So I immediately stood up and got my room key in my drawer. I went out

Assets = people. Then, on the circled page, two lines. Jin Kwon — reacted to DECAY as a charge, not a rumor. Classified by Marcus on sight. Marcus asked: what lab. And under it: LUS narrates the dead freely. Goes silent only on the living. Torres. Jin. She underlines the last one. The room is colder after she writes it. Outside, the base keeps being alive. A door eases shut. VIBE murmurs. The gate holds in the dark.

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

CULLEN’s POV The rain poured heavily. The dark clouds loomed above, seething with fury. I sipped my bittersweet coffee as the Death Note on my desk began to glow faintly. I reached out and took it in my hand. An unfamiliar name appeared, along with the details of death. “Clark Stephen Daniel,” I muttered with a sigh. “Your time has come. I’m coming to collect,” I whispered, my voice void of warmth. It was time to reap his soul. The details were clear—he would die tonight, inside a nightclub.

I see their slight yellow glow underneath his black hood. "He has come for you..." "What do you mean, he's come for me?" I spit out. "Who's come for me?" The Watchman turns around, kneeling to pick something up, then takes three long strides in my direction. He reaches out, and without thinking, I open my hand, allowing him to drop a cool metal chain. I know exactly what it is and my face gets hot as my heart begins to pound with fury. It's the gold necklace Aunt Kelly gave Zack to commemorate his graduation from the fire academy. He wore it every day and I know without a shadow of a doubt he was wearing it the day we buried him. I squeeze the necklace in my hand, slammed with a flood of emo

“It said Ma Vista’s are not really known in the world today, but long ago they were known all over the world as ‘people with sight.’ Today they are starting to lose the battle against monsters. With more people dying every year you would think that people would wonder why the percentage has gone up, but others just chose to ignore this factor.’Alex pauses again to catch her breath before continuing ‘Many people do not know this, even the reincarnated Ma Vista’s do not know this but ‘the monsters are the cause of human deaths and abductions. The monsters are not stupid creatures, they have an intelligent mind set and do what there master says, but if they fail a mission they know the price th

… One day, I suddenly saw the news on the television. "The Jones family was murdered. None of the family members lived." My heart skipped a beat. I then saw a photo of my family on the screen. "It is reported that the murder was committed by Susan Jones, the wife of the old director of Jones Group..." None of them survived. Charles, Derek, Samantha, Jenson, and Susan—all of them died. "Mrs. Jones left a suicide note, claiming that this was done for her daughter Celine..." I could no longer process the words I heard after that.

In the dim, chilling morgue, Joel's hands trembled as he lifted the white sheet covering me. The moment he saw my pale, lifeless face, it struck him like a heavy blow. He nearly collapsed. His fingers brushed lightly over my cheek. "Jocelyn… you're joking with me, aren't you?" His voice broke. "Jocelyn, wake up… please… Jocelyn…" Tears fell one after another from his eyes, landing on my cold skin. Instinctively, I tried to catch them—but they passed straight through my palm and fell away.