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1- Rise

The radio in Zaber Carth's room clicked on. A stream of news poured out of the fabric-covered speakers.

"In metropolitan Denver, 23 year old Anna Fetts was beaten to death by her boyfriend when she refused his marriage proposal." As programmed, the radio continued to switch through the major news channels.

"In the Middle East, various governments are continuing to enforce their strict policies of forced Islamic law."

"14 year old Bruce White died today of an accidental drug overdose due to peer pressure."

"Dozens of additional terrorist bombings frighten the world into a stupor." Zaber Carth, young student and suspected genius, took in the news.

"Crime, oppressive politics, crime, terrorists, war, and crime... They say bad news sells, but... I don't know anyone who would purchase this." Zaber smirked at his muttered joke. "This world... is rotten."

Progressing through his daily routine, Zaber thought outwardly. His walked slowly. He ate slowly. His life processes seemed to be unmoving as he stared out his kitchen window, his parents having taken his siblings for a day of errands. As he gazed into blue space, he noticed something... falling. A black rectangle falling from the sky. After a few seconds of watching this, Zaber snapped out of his stupor when the object... the book, touched the ground.

Staring at the book a second more, Zaber (not wanting to leave anything unfinished) wolfed down his bacon before placing his dish and flatware in the sink. After those tasks were complete, he turned his attention outdoors. Opening the sliding door to his back yard, Zaber picked the book up from the garden path it was lying on. Glancing at the title, he immediately recoiled. He flew backwards, landing on his back.

"De-d-dea-death note? What the hell?" Zaber looked at the book, its title once again facing the ground. "Is this some kind of sick reality tv joke!" Zaber screamed at the sky, his lip trembling. "Someone'd have to be really sick to even think about trying such a thing!"

"I must be insane..." Zaber was known for muttering to himself. He did so now, on his way to the public library. He smiled softly at his girlfriend, the young librarian's assistant, as he strolled in. He walked to his preferred computer, and took a seat. Pulling out the 'death note' and a magazine to use as a cover, he started the ancient library computer. "Wait... If this notebook does anything, does that make me a criminal...?" Zaber contemplated this. "There may well be some who deserve to die. Criminals, oppressive governments..." He opened the notebook.

"How to Use..." the adolescent read this page aloud softly. "The human who's name is written is this note... shall die!" Zaber stared at the note blankly. The library's computer snapped him out of it, his page was done loading. A live news feed was playing.

"In downtown Golden, a preschool is held hostage. The suspect is Jim Seaz, thirty six years of age. Two teachers and 9 students are being held indefinitely while he considers his demands." Zaber stared at the picture of the man's face before looking back at the notebook.

The human whose name is written in this note shall die. This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected. If the cause of death is written within the next forty seconds, it will happen. If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack. After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written within the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds (400 seconds).

"...How detailed... It goes on and on... Well then, let's test this..." He stared at the computer screen, then looked back to the notebook. "Jim Seaz." Zaber's neat handwriting glistened on the otherwise blank page. "So forty seconds and he'll die of a heart attack." Zaber glanced at the wall clock.

Thirty-Seven. Thirty-Eight. Thirty-Nine. Forty.

"Well, it was a prank after all. Not that I expected any different." Zaber put the notebook and magazine in his bag.

"Wait!" The woman on the news looked back in shock. "The hostages are coming out... They don't appear to be hurt." Zaber watched his screen in awe. "The hostage negotiation team is entering the building. They're saying... The suspect is dead! The police are insisting they didn't shoot him. The suspects say he just collapsed on the ground."

"He- heart attack?" Zaber's yell earned him a reproachful look from several patrons. The death note... is real?

Walking home from the library, Zaber's thoughts were on the black notebook in his bag. I killed him, I killed him, I should turn myself in, I killed him... Did I? I should test the notebook again... He quivered at the thought.

He passed a store, selling cheap magazines... He decided to walk in as he saw a group of men start to give a teenage girl trouble.

"Hey, pretty girl! You should give me the pleasure of a night with you!" The largest of the group cornered her.

"My tastes lie elsewhere." The girl brushed past him.

"What, have a traditional boyfriend? One who'd get on you for having some fun with your friend Derrik Jones?" The large man grabbed her, restraining her arms. "Guys, take her clothes off!"

"No! Bastard, get off me!" The girl struggled. Zaber, watching from the store window, watched with calm eyes. A page in the notebook now read:

Derrek Jones, Accidental Death

Derrick Jones, Accidental Death

Derrik Jones, Accidental Death

Deric Jones, Accidental Death

Derreck Jones, Accidental Death

Dereck Jones, Accidental Death

As the scene unfolded, the girl broke free. Derrik chased after her, not seeing the large semi about to collide with him. He died instantly.

"The Death Note... is truly amazing." Zaber looked down at the notebook. A voice somewhere deep inside him was screaming for him to stop, to let it go, and to repent. He ignored it. "This... is amazing... With this Death Note..." The voice screamed, begging him to let it go.

I will not give up the Death Note. He spoke to his conciense.

Get rid of it!

WHY?

It's evil.

CRIMINALS AND OPPRESSIVE GOVENMENTS ARE EVIL!

YOU'RE EVIL!

At that moment, Zaber disregarded his conciense.

END