Matt Death Note Novels & Stories

But the eerie silence, the three other people who had made a considerable effort to get to Kyle and me, and Matt's smirk gave me the idea that he wasn't. It was the truth, no matter how morbid it sounded. "So? What do you have to say, Katherine Pears?" Matt now chose to look straight at me, and I shivered. My brows furrowed, recalling our encounters. The shift of colors playing in his eyes made sense now. Still, it was difficult to absorb. "I am the Death Reaper, and I welcome you to the world of the undead." I wasn't sure if Matthew was mocking me as he gestured with his hands, indicating our surroundings.

"I'm perfect. I have everything I need right here." A week later, we heard the news from Ethan. Kane had been found dead at my mother's grave. He had taken his own life. When Marcus told me, I felt nothing. No sadness, no anger, no closure. Kane's death was just news to me now. Like hearing about a stranger's passing. I was sitting in my cake shop, watching Luna play in the garden behind our house. Marcus was reading a book nearby. This was my life now. This was my future.

Matt froze in shock and immediately drops the gun in his hands without realizing it "Nicky!."

Comfort in the middle of hell. Matt—the medic—stands outside, wiping his glasses. He used to be a nurse. But that was in another life. Before we all sold our souls to revenge. “Let me know the moment she wakes up,” I say. He nods. Silent. Steady. And I walk away, not sure if I want her to wake up at all.

The lather turned pink from the blood. Mr. Goldman walked to the sink on the other side of Goldman and turned on the facet. Matt sat the shirts down on the bench. He walked to the sinks and started setting the unopened beer bottles on the steel shelf under the mirrors. He sat the bag of ice next to them. Matt walked back to the bench for the shirts. He hung them up on the edges of a stall door. He walked back to the sink and picked up a beer. He twisted the cap off. “Is there a dead body behind Garvey’s?” he asked nonchalantly.

I yelled but Zone stopped me. His mother snarled, baring her teeth as she closed the distance between them. Marcus hesitated for a split second, his fear was evident, but then it was almost as if Zone’s voice echoed in his mind. “Stay calm. Focus. You can do this.” Letting out a yell, Marcus pierced his mother’s chest with the dagger and pushed it in deep. She then wretched painfully before falling down dead on the ground. Marcus stared at her body. His chest rose seeing his mother’s lifeless body on the ground like that. Then the dagger fell from his hand. “I… I killed her,” he whispered. His voice was barely audible.

A death certificate, it has my father’s name. Cause of death: homicide. Suspect status: unresolved. I flipped the page, and saw the photos. Matthew was in every one of them. He looked younger, angry. Standing in a dark parking lot with a man I didn’t recognize. The next page explained it.The man in the photograph is a known hitman connected to the Rossi murder. My chest tightened. “No,” I whispered. More pages.Dates. Locations. Bank transfers. Another photo. Matthew entered a private building, another showed Him leaving hours later.

Tony I looked at Matt, waiting for him to understand. His jaw trembled. His eyes flashed. Then, he spoke. “Y-You mean… that she’s not coming back because she doesn’t feel safe here?” I shuddered and nodded. “And while nothing else happened since she was poisoned. I can’t help but think that she has good reason to fear being here…” Matt growled. “But… But I--- But we—”

I knew exactly who that was. “So close…” I muttered to myself as I turned towards the voice. “Oh hey, Matt. What’s up?” I started to walk backward, praying that maybe he would get the idea that I didn’t want to talk. “Have you seen Harriet?” Matt sheepishly grinned. Matt was tall with thick curly dark molasses-colored hair pushed on top of his head by a sweatband. He was strong but not really muscular. He had dull gray eyes that only held any real emotion when he had his tongue shoved down my friend’s throat.

There was bright red blood mixed with white foam, which was a sign my organs were starting to fail. The "antidote" Sebastian had personally formulated was terrifyingly effective. I stared at myself in the mirror. The veins on my neck were starting to darken, shadows crawling beneath my skin. Just two more days, and I would finally be free. Before I left this world, there was one person I wanted to see. - The next morning, I opened my makeup bag and applied the reddest lipstick I owned. This was because I was going to see Lily Smith, the only friend I had in this pack. If I died without a word to her, she would cry herself sick.