Matt Death Note Novels & Stories

He ran up to the door and opened it only to find a sulking Matt standing there with tear strained face. "What happened?" He couldn't help but ask. "D-Do you know....." he looked up. "Alex." He said and ran up to Alex and hugged him tightly. Alex was standing there in panic. "What happened Matty?" He asked kneeling down in front of his brother. "I-I saw..... I saw a bad dream.....Y-You were..... You died. People hated us..... you left me alone." Matt didn't break the hug. "Matty....." "There was blood everywhere and you..... I was alone. I was afraid Alex."

And now, his phone was found on Matt’s dead body. "Holy fuck!" An onrush of chills seized me instantly.

They would understand that much and wouldn’t ask questions. Matt made his way back and picked up his tattered clothes. At least he hadn’t been wearing anything too special. It had been so long since he’d ruined clothes like this. He had almost forgotten about it. Feeling slightly more calm than he had in months, Matt headed home. He wasn’t sure what he would do when he got there. But plotting Alyx’s death seemed like a good idea. Not that Matt would actually go through with it. At least he thought he wouldn’t.

“I promise. But we can’t let her keep playing her game. She’s hiding something big; I need you to trust me, okay?” I took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay,” I whispered. “I trust you.” Matt stood and walked to the shelf and brought out a small notebook. “I’ve been writing down everything,” he said. “Names, times, things I’ve seen. She meets with a man in a dark car once every week. I don’t know who he is yet, but I’ll find out. “She’s not just a liar,” I said. “She’s a traitor.” Matt nodded. “Yes and a very dangerous traitor.”

Conrad is suddenly glad that they had figured it out already because she certainly would have reacted if he had appeared and told them this while Carlos was practically dying. "Oh, well, if that won't work, I suppose I'll have to drop a bombshell on you now, anyway. Charlotte is dead," Matt drawls, and Conrad can feel her stomach clench. She can feel the vomit rising in her throat and creeping into her mouth until she's doubled over and emptying the acid from her stomach.

This was when Matt spoke coldly. "This is the Imperial Capital. We have the best medical resources in Drakonia. You won't succeed at killing yourself. Even if you commit suicide, I can get the best doctors in Drakonia to heal you. Besides, even if you manage to kill yourself, what about those people you leave behind?" With that, Matty retrieved his phone and took a photo of Jennifer. He then dialed a number. "I want details on all her social connections, including every generation in her family!"

Matt stood up and scouted our poor apartment just like how I did in his room; picked up pictures, then dropped them. “Mom, what’s he doing with your picture…” I whispered making sure that no voice note leaks into his ear. He dropped it and came back to his seat, sitting down comfortably as if nothing was wrong with him. “Mister Matt, my daughter just told us about your loss. Accept my condolences, please,” she spoke calmly, pity running through her voice making it sound like a dirge. “Thank you,” he accepted and looked at me, making me feel like I just said what wasn’t supposed to be said, “but, you know what? No amount of condolences can bring her back, and she would not come,...even if she

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Matt walked out the back door and locked it behind him, he walked to his own car, got in and pulled out of the alley. He drove three blocks before he reached for his phone. He sent one text to Irene. "Done." Three dots appeared on the screen and then her message appeared. "Good." Matt smiled and set the phone down on the passenger seat, so the princess wasn't asleep. He put both hands back on the wheel and drove out into the dark. By tomorrow night it would all be over. Both Claire and her son would be dead. * * Adrian's eyes opened in the dark and something in his chest felt cold but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

I want to remain as connected as possible to him, not ready to let him go. We are laying there, and I am drawing lines on his chest when I feel him go still. I look up at him and realize he is getting a mind-link. I wait until he finishes before looking away. “That was the IT lead. He says they have found some information on the women,” Matt says. I look at him expectantly. “Anything specifically on anyone who could be related to me?” I ask cautiously.