I do not own Death Note

Chapter 1

I'm sure there is a reasonable explanation for how I ended up on the other side of the world.

Oh, wait. There is an explanation. I was kidnapped, most likely for painful throbbing in the back of my head confirmed that I was in fact, not dreaming.

Weirdly enough, I woke up in a uncomfortable seat on a small airplane. I guessed it was a private plane, considering its size. There was no one else around, but my hands were tied to the bottom of the seat. Guess my kidnapper was out for brunch.

Right after the thought came to mind, the door to the cabin opened noisily. A middle aged Asian man entered.

He sauntered over to me, a bag thrown over his small shoulders. The man spoke something, smirking at me. I recognized the language as Japanese.

His expression turned dark as he bent down in front of me. I cringed as the man caressed my hair with his dirty hands. They drifted down the side of my body and onto my hands. I watched with horror as he wielded a knife from his back pocket.

I closed my eyes saying one last prayer. The stab never came, though.

I felt sharp tugs on my wrists. I peaked open my eyes to see the man had untied my hands from the chair. His grubby hands went back to my hair, no longer with any perversion, but now out of anger.

My scalp stung sharply and I cried out in pain, curse words spewing out. His grip on my hair tightened with every step he took. At the stairs of the plane, he roughly tied a rope around my waist, pulling me along.

My eyes adjusted to the bright lights of an airport and the city. The sky was flooded with clouds and a few stars peaked through. My kidnapper tugged me along the runway toward a car. I knew this was my last chance to escape.

As a nurse, I knew many vital places to attack. Of course, I could do that, or I could just do a simple free-yourself-attack. As I observed earlier, the knife's blade was not that long. If I could knock it out of his hands, I could win. The man's downfall was that I was being dragged behind him. If he was smart, he would have had me in front of him.

I get close to the man. I only have one shot. I lift my right leg, and kick as hard as I can at the back of his knee. The old man falls quickly, a shout of surprise filling the quiet night.

I guess I was really lucky.

The man dropped the rope that he used to drag me along and the knife fell out of his grubby hands. I leaped for the knife, crushing his hand underneath my feet. The man growled in pain. I cut myself free from the rope, finally.

"Serves you right, bastard." I spit the words in the man's face.

I'll spare the fancy details. Long story short, I ran away from the creep, who, by the way, I left writhing in pain from his multiple broken fingers.

I found a security guard outside the building and frantically tried to tell him what happened. He didn't understand anything I was saying. He saw the rope burns and called someone, fortunately.

While I waited for the backup, the man gave me a blanket and bottle of water. I frantically drummed my fingers on the side of my thigh. So many things were going through my head. I wondered how exactly that man had taken me from my local Walmart parking lot and got me all the way to Japan without me waking up once.

It must of been one hell of a drug.

About ten minutes later a group of heavily armed officers showed up, along with an older, grey-haired man.

He carefully approached me and holds out a wrinkly hand to me. "Hello young lady."

My breath caught in my throat. I was not expecting that.

A rich accent poured out from behind his mustache. A perfect mix of British English that has been influenced by Japanese. It was lovely to listen to.

"H-hello?" I stuttered out the greeting.

He smiled kindly and asked me if he could sit next to me. I nodded cautiously.

The men in SWAT-looking gear stood nearby. The old man brought my attention back to him with a pat on my hand.

"So young lady," he said. "Would you tell me what happened to you?"

First of all, sorry I've been dead since September. Senior year killed me. Second of all, this is a revision! I'm going to revise the story and then finish it! THANK YOU all for staying around for this story!