Bullet With Butterfly Wings

Chapter One -The World is a Vampire

This is a Death Note Parallel reality. A 'What If' senario, if you will. I'm not yet sure if it's a Mystery/Drama or a Horror/Romance...

I'd like to welcome all of you to what will hopefully be a compelling read!

A single beat of a butterfly's wings can cause a tornado in Arkansas. A single detail, a single grain of rice can tip the scale. One bullet--a butterfly's wings beat a moment too soon.

On that fateful day, a single, insignificant bullet wobbled but a centimeter too far, and slid off the table with a muffled 'clink'. No one noticed. And that same day, one brave, unlucky policeman rushed through the door in a horrified daze with a gun lacking just one shot, just one shot that wobbled a bit too far.

As he slammed the car door, it seemed as though something was off. But he shrugged away the feeling impatiently and cranked the ignition, because the call was coming from his own house. His family, his pregnant wife, his three year old son.

A panicked voice had blared through the speakers, calling someone--anyone--to the Yagami household at the edge of suburbia. The Police force's own Soichiro dashed to the rescue, determined to protect his loved ones.

Megaphones blared and blue lights flashed, as the impetuous father broke through the ring of officers and his own door, alone with his gun out and ready. Shots were fired.

Five shots.

And in the end, the felon (such a big fuss over one theif, it would seem later on) was cornered on eye level with the policeman's revolver. A slight glimmer in his eyes was the only warning before he lunged.

The criminal jumped left and made a break for the kitchen. Soichiro took aim and fired...

But there was no bullet for him to fire.

And the convict kept running, crowing in triumph, into the kitchen. He dashed to the window over the stove and began to climb, foot catching a pot of soup in the process.

As he jerked one leg over the sill, his second leg caught the burner and erupted into flame. In a panic, he fell back over the stovetop and onto the floor, his shirtsleeve now blazing as well.

He stumbled to his feet, mind clouded with fear and pain. Off balance, he tripped his way back to the living room, where his hostages huddled and his potential arrester searched his pockets for the last bullet; the bullet laying on the police office floor.

The woman and child looked on in numb horror as the carpet melted into a foul smelling goo and the curtains he now clutched so desperately erupted into flame. He screamed as the room caught fire and his skin blackened.

Sliding to the floor, he welcomed the cold relief of death.

When he hit the ground, the spell broke and like the startled flutter of a frightened moth's wings, Soichiro snatched up his son and made for the door, wife only seconds behind.

Before they could weave a way through the burning room, a crackle resounded through the house and the door caught fire, blazing along the floor. There was no way out now. With the doors all cut off, the only way out was a small, eternally jammed window.

The parents looked at each other and made a silent descision. There was no way his wife could make it out in her state, and her husband would not leave her behind. Save the son. Save their child. Their boy was in shock, lifted by his mother and father and rushed to the nearest window--too small for an adult, but...

The woman held her son for the final time, tears running down her face, and kissed him goodbye as her husband smashed the window into peices.

"Make us proud," she whispered, and the boy was pushed out of the house as it burst into flame, inferno roaring like a great primal terror. Nature at it's cruelest, reclaiming time borrowed by men.

Three days later, the funeral service barely emptied and the mourning shrouds still hung on that poor child's heart, custody papers were signed. This boy, this Raito Yagami, was shipped far away from home--to the other side of the world, to be tested and tought a whole different life than he was destined for. No longer Raito Yagami.

In England, he would be taken to a newly opened school for genii and stripped of his old life. In England, he would harden his heart. In England, he would learn how to use charm and brilliance to get what he wanted. In England, he would become the greatest detective alive.

But it was in Japan that the butterfly would land again.

do carpets melt? asked my beta, and to all those wondering the same thing: Yes. Yes they do. I've seen it happen, and let me tell you, the smell really is atrocious.

Alright, so what do you think? This is just the prologue, so the style is quite different from what later chapter will have. For examle, I am a shameless dialogue addict, and there wasn't a quotation mark to be seen in this chapter.

So... comments? Critique?