P.I.S. Chapter Nineteen: Show Down! Pt. 2
Near had confirmed three things; one: this was all an illusion and everything and everyone around him did not really exist; two: whoever was creating this world must have attended Wammy House in the past, before it became co-ed; and third: this person pulling the strings did not know of his telekinetic powers.
His psychic tracking abilities had suddenly become imperceptible. He could not locate anyone at Wammy's. Whether because his abilities were null and void or because the people here did not actually exist, his powers were nonexistent. Spread out before him was a map of the campus, and next to it was a red and green play top lying on its side. He had spun it several times over the map to locate Mello, Matt, and Roger, but it always spun off and stopped on the hardwood floor.
Blue eyes stared intensely into the object, and in his mind, he could see it spinning. Faster and faster until green and red swirled together into a dizzying Christmas festival. If this wouldn't work, he would not know what else to do. He was not experienced enough in this situation, and it would probably take days before he could come up with another plan.
Then the top moved. First only an inch and still on its side but after just a slight pause, it spun around again and again on the floor. Remaining very still and watching, concentrating on the top, Near maneuvered the top onto its point and it spun perfectly in place, spinning faster and faster. Near blinked and the top dropped and rolled to a stop. He sat up, pulling one leg toward him, and twirled a lock of hair. A long mirror stood against the wall opposite of the door. If he turned his head, he could see his reflection, and it would have shown he was smiling.
He had confirmed his theory. Now, to set it in motion.
The first door led to the basement. I passed by an elevator as I followed the arrows on the floor made of masking tape. There was caution tape blocking the entrance with its doors stuck open. The elevator cart had gotten stuck between the floors, however, my destination was not the elevator. The arrows on the floor wanted me to keep going, so I followed them to a door covered in graffiti and found myself in the unfinished parking garage. There was nothing but concrete and graffiti all around me, but what I noticed immediately was the smell. It nearly doubled me over even after I covered my nose and mouth with my sleeve. My eyes watered slightly. The only way to describe the smell would be if a dead body was decaying in a sewer. That is what it smelled like, decay and sewage. However, everywhere I looked, I could see nothing that would point to the source of this acrid odor.
There were no arrows pointing me where to go, so I concluded that this was my destination. But there was no one here, and I was not going to call out. Where I was, the fluorescent lights shone brightly but about ten yards in front of me the lights were dim, some flickering and some burnt out or broken.
Watching the shadows around me, I cautiously stepped closer, judging where the smell was strongest (against my stomach's wishes) and came to the the other end of the garage where broken glass littered the floors from busted bulbs. The darkness was making it very difficult to see. I squinted and stepped, glass snapped under my sneakers. Finally, I could go no further. It was too dark to continue without putting myself at risk. My foot bumped into something on my next step, and I bent down to pick it up. It was a long flashlight usually used by security. My instincts told me not to pick it up; if it's too good to be true, it is. It was suspicious but I needed to see. One click and the bulb illuminated, however, what I saw made me almost drop it.
I had found the source of the stench. From the wall I was facing up to the roof, sticky green goo covered it. It looked like mucus and gum. But what made my throat constrict was not the goo itself, but what was inside stuck inside it. There were bodies of women stuck to the wall, all dead. Two hung from the ceiling. Their eyes were missing but there was goo spilling from their sockets and their open mouths. Their faces and bodies were bloated and their abdomens cut open, and they were hollow on the inside except for more clumps of disgusting goo. These women were decaying to the point of nonrecognition but one of them caught my eye and I realized immediately she was the missing woman from the news programs. Months before just outside the Kanto region, several women were reported as missing; most were prostitutes or drug addicts so the police and families did not do more investigation than they thought necessary. Even my father neglected their cases when they came to a dead end, leaving it for the cold case files. The only one that was suspicious was the woman who had apparently been pulled from her car. How sad that this was her fate.
I could no longer look at such a direful sight and turned around, to escape, but as I was turning, in my peripheral, I saw something coming fast at my head and I dropped to the floor, rolling over to avoid whatever it was. The sound of a metal bat cracking into the concrete floor rang in my ears. I pointed my flashlight to its source and saw one of the men I recognized when we first met Beyond. Vanya, L had told me was his name. He was smiling but his teeth were too pointed to be human, his smile stretching a little too far to be skin.
"I vas hoping to get you," he said and swung the bat again.
L followed Beyond into another adjoining room, but he did not sit down on the broken couch next to the mass murderer, though B did pat the spot next to him, welcoming.
"Fine then," B huffed. The room was small and cramped with the couch and about twenty security television sets. All of them were on, showing empty rooms and construction. L noticed the faulty wiring and how easily a fire could catch. These televisions were not meant for security, so L deduced that the cameras installed inside the warehouse had been placed by Beyond.
"The only cameras that worked were the ones outside," Beyond said confirming L's thoughts. He pulled his knees to his chest and smiled at L who stood behind the couch and far from reach. "I fixed them so we could watch. I thought you would be curious to see how your team was doing. Or at least, I am. I haven't had any contact with mine in eight years and you've trained yours yourself, correct?"
When L still did not say anything, Beyond frowned at him. "What's wrong? You're awfully quiet."
"I don't have anything to say."
Beyond released a loud, high pitched laugh, laughing too hard for something that was not funny. When he stopped, L turned his eyes to the monitor, catching Light's image on the screen. Beyond was staring at him, he knew, so when he made eye contact with those bloody red eyes again, he saw dark amusement.
"He's a cute one."
L remained unperturbed.
My powers weren't working. I wasn't sure if it was because the adrenaline and blood pumping through my system was blocking my receptors or if Vanya was like L. But something was very off about this man. The way he swung the bat was inhumanely fast. It missed me by mere centimeters, and I was panting hard for breath as he chased me all over the garage. In fact, I think he was not striking me on purpose. I peeked around from my hiding place from behind a wall of cement blocks that had been placed into the dividing walls.
"Run run run," Vanya yelled out, twirling the bat in his hands. His voice sounded different, like a humming motor.
I concentrated, straining, searching but nothing again. His thoughts seemed out of reach. Dammit.
"I know all about you, Light Yagami," he continued, "I know all about your telepathic powers, but that von't vork on me."
From my peripheral, I saw a flash of movement and when I turned, I saw Vanya raising the bat and he swung. I didn't have time to move. The bat connected with my rib cage. Snap. I screamed in agony. My legs froze in pain, and I fell to the floor. My eyes stung with tears but my brain came back into gear when I saw Vanya raise his weapon again into the air. I spun my legs and tripped him. His bat fell next to me as he landed on his shoulder, only a foot away. I grabbed the bat and ran away from him, limping from the pain of my broken rib.
Breathing became even more difficult. His hit probably bruised one of my organs, but hopefully did not rupture any of them. I looked down at the bat and my heart jolted. There was a dent in the metal in the middle tip of the bat, meant to be the strongest point where the ball would hit it. How hard was Vanya swinging? If I had been hit at a speed that could dent a metal bat, I'd be more seriously injured than I really was. Who the hell was this guy?
I heard laughter ringing around the cement and metal walls. It sent chills up my spine.
"You haff nothing on me, Light Yagami!" he yelled, "You can't read my thoughts! You're nothing but a pathetic human compared to me, Light Yagami!" I grit my teeth. If I had to hear one more blasphemous comment...
L's cat-like smile didn't falter. "Some men are very much like beasts, Light-kun."
Realization washed over me like a cold shower. Why I couldn't read Vanya's thoughts, it was so obvious.
"I am the best Rogue you haff ever seen," Vanya continued to yell, "Your powers mean nothing to me!"
Goddammit. I heard them before I saw them. The area was flickering with dull light, but the hum of giant wings told me I needed to run deeper into the darkness. My legs moved without command. I felt something grab at me and I whacked the bat right into it, crushing it against the Rawlings signature and the concrete wall. I heard the crack of the exoskeleton and greenish blue guts squirt out. I didn't admire my work but took off toward the darkness.
However, I was wrong in thinking this part of the garage was dark because the bulbs weren't working. No, they were motion detected. And once I stepped over the sensor, bright lights flickered on overhead and sleeping Bugs suddenly awakened and angrily swirled around. There were hundreds and all as large as the ones outside. I was stuck in the middle of a giant Hell Bug tornado.
"I need a bigger bat."
Splinters of wood scraped against Matt's skin as he held his arms up to protect himself from the blast. He was lifted off his feet and thrown backward through the thin, but still hard enough to be painful, walls that separated the cubicles. When he landed, his chest throbbed with pain, but he ignored the metallic taste in his mouth. His shirt had been torn and his pants had burns in them. This was not what Matt signed on to do when he joined the damn Company. His job was simple background checks and working around systems, not fighting monster cyborgs that blasted him with powerfully small explosions.
Matt rolled to avoid the long-shot claw as it split the concrete floor. He was going to die if he wasn't able to fight back, but with Simon on the offensive meant Matt would have to be quick. He touched the sleek white strap of the gizmo still attached to his back. 'Where to hide?' he thought? His goggles were equipped with a high-tech situation analyzing program that would make any sci-fi nerd quiver with jealousy. He looked around, studied the code that passed over his eyes, the arrows, the symbols, and...there!
Luckily his hiding spot was close. He grabbed one of the gadgets on his belt, pressed the button, and launched it across the room at Simon. It was a simple flash bomb and the blinding light was good enough.
"Argh!" Simon yelled, covering his eyes. Matt dropped his weapon, the metallic backpack, and ran across the room as quietly and quickly as possible. At least this part of the plan worked. He didn't know how much of Simon's body was human but he would bet his favorite video game that at least his eyes would be normal; how could he rebuild his eyes if he couldn't see? He ran into what might have once been an office. There were boxes stacked high to the ceiling and that was exactly what he needed. Using the boxes like a ladder, he climbed to the ceiling where an air vent was, its open gaping mouth wide and unused for months and the cover was missing. Bingo.
Inside was dusty and dirty from not being used but that didn't bother Matt. He heaved himself into it, remembering to be quiet as possible. He had to crawl carefully so not to give away his position to Simon or to fall right in front of the bastard; these things were not as sturdy as the movies had someone believe. The safest place for him to go would be the bathroom. Bathrooms were one of the sturdiest rooms, which is why it was the best place to go during a tornado. As he traveled, he could hear Simon yelling for him ("Where the hell are you!") but it sounded further away.
His computer was attached to his chest using velcro, and it was probably thanks to it that he wasn't dead already. His virtually invincible laptop was still in testing. 'Crazy cyborg blasting proof,' he noted with slight hubris. He turned it on and began clicking away at the keys.
Back in the battle area, Simon's blindness subsided and he looked around, eyes watering, and found Matt was missing. He threw his head back and laughed. "Pathetic human," he said, "Just like dogs, running away with their your between your legs."
"I'm not running," came Matt's voice. Simon looked around but did not see him, only his discarded backpack. "You know what they say, fight fire with fire. Or in this case, fight machine..."
The backpack was moving now. Its sleek silver back began opening and one long bulb slowly came up and turned on, a blue light stared at Simon like an unblinking eye. The straps of the backpack stiffened like legs and the thing took a step forward. It looked like a mechanical spider on four legs.
"...against machine," Matt continued, "I'd like to introduce you to my best creation yet. This is Matt's Indestructable Nano-Fighting Andronoid, also known as M.I.N.F.A., but you can call her Minfa."
Simon's eyes narrowed at the thing. "You have to be joking."
"Not at all," said Matt's voice through Minfa.
The cyborg sighed and pointed his hand at the Nano-whatever. His palm split open and shot a bright white light at it, but the andronoid lifted off its feet and jumped to the ceiling. So a jumping spider it was.
"She might not look like much," Matt said, "But don't let her fool you. She is equipped to take out a good portion U.S. Army; not that I would."
Simon grit his teeth and shot the machine again. And again, it dodged, side-stepping out of the way. He shot and shot and shot but still could not hit it. Holes smoldered in the walls.
"Now it's my turn," Matt commanded. The blue bulb light suddenly switched to red, offense mode. Its back separated and lifted like backward wings. Long, thin wires sprang out and grabbed at Simon's armor and skin in all directions.
"Heh," Simon smirked, looking down at his body encased in black wires, "You insult me if you think this can contain me." He pushed his arms against the wires but they did not break. "What the-!"
"And you insult me," Matt interrupted, "if you think I didn't think ahead. These wires do not carry electricity but a strong line of magnetic energy, and you know what happens to computers when a magnet is attached to it."
Simon screamed, his body tensed and jolted, his head rocked back and forth. "No!" His body began trembling, losing its ability to move. Behind the magnetic wires, his chest opened and a blast disintegrated the wires that bound him. Simon fell on his knees, body still trembling. The control to his right arm was completely useless. "Dammit," he cursed.
Then the damn thing began shooting at him with bullets. Simon tried to get out of the way but his body was moving slowly thanks to the magnetic wires doing. His armor was resilient against the bullets but these didn't seem like ordinary bullets. Angry, he pointed his working left arm up at the ceiling and fired. The roof collapsed.
Back in the bathroom's air conditioning vent, the walls trembled from the blast, dropping dirt and dust. Matt coughed into his microphone.
Simon's smile was wicked. So wherever Matt was, he was close. From his metallic cranium, a vizor flipped over, covering his eyes. He searched around the office. The still smoldering holes gave off some low readings of heat. The room itself was in level green. He continued to turn around and around until he found his target. In the next room, hiding in the ceiling, he spotted the distinct human form of orange and red shades of heat.
"Found you," he murmured. He pointed his left arm at the mass of heat, raised the power level, and fired. The bathroom was instantly destroyed, water sprayed from broken toilets and tiles, pieces of wall, and the entire ceiling blew apart. Matt fell and lay helplessly on his stomach beneath falling rubble. One lens of his goggles was cracked and the other had broken out entirely, broken wires dangled from the open eye. His forehead dripped in blood and he was pretty sure his legs were broken. He coughed and heaved, trying to breath but his chest would not expand.
Then he was picked up by his collar by Simon and thrown across the room. He let out at yell of pain as he slammed against the wall and fell on one of broken stall doors. Simon walked over again and slammed him once again against the wall by his throat.
Matt looked into Simon's eyes, how neutral they were but with a smugness. No anger. No hatred. Just a computer with pride.
"Before I kill you," Simon said, voice calm, "Tell me how a B-rank human could make something like that. Unless..."
Matt's chapped and lips spread in a smile. His left eye was swollen shut. "I purposely failed the ability detection exam, if that's what you're wondering."
"Why?"
Matt winced in pain. "Because I hate physical work," he answered, "Ironic, isn't it? I took the exam first and failed, so I didn't have to move to the Academy and I could stay with Mello. And then he and Near were accepted and left me. And now I'm doing this."
Simon narrowed his eyes. "If you failed the exam, how were you able to join L's team?"
"Mello asked him to. No one knows that I actually have an ability, but L...I think L always suspected. That's probably why he let me join."
"So you can make incredible machines beyond human comprehension?"
Matt smiled again. "I can see how something works and functions just be looking at it. That's why I could make Minfa, my perfect invention."
Now it was Simon's turn to smile. "Perfect? Without your control, it's useless. A gun isn't a weapon if it has no trigger."
"Heh." Matt's laugh was a breathy whisper. "But if the gun could fire itself, it would be a weapon without someone's input. And if the gun could actually choose its victims..."
"That's impossible," Simon barked out.
"Is it?"
Annoyed, Simon dropped Matt back on the floor and lifted his heavy foot, hovering above Matt's head. Matt squeezed his eyes tight.
Except something large and metallic slammed against Simon's head. The M.I.N.F.A. robot clamped its claws into his back and injected a long tube into the open area of his neck. "How!" Simon yelled, trying desperately to remove the robot, but his shoulders were too broad and could not reach it.
Matt pulled himself up into an odd sitting position with his legs twisted in angles. "The perfect invention. I created the very first machine that can think, judge, and decide."
Simon's eyes widened, his pupils very large. Matt continued.
"Minfa injected you with over five thousand nanobots that are now swimming through your hardware. Little by little your limbs and body parts are shutting down." Simon's legs twitched and hisses were heard inside his torso. "Your memory will fade, and because you fused so much of yourself with your 'ultimate armor', your brain will eventually die." Simon lay perfectly still but his eyes still watched Matt. A string of drool dripped from his lips to the floor.
"But before you die, I'll tell you this." Matt shifted and winced, "If it had been I who had you pinned against the wall, I would have been attacked by my own creation. Matt's Indestructable Nano-Fighting Andronoid would think by analyzing our fight and look for mistakes and openings. She would have judged that I was the item that needed deletion, and she would have decided to kill me. So you see, even my machine cannot beat a human's judgment. It is the flaws of humans that make us perfect. And I mean us."
Simon's eyes glazed over.
Matt shook his head. "Look at me being all philosophical." He looked at his andronoid that had crawled over to him, inspecting him with her blue bulb eye. "Minfa, reset."
The legs and eye sucked back into its shell, and it became the metal backpack once again.
Near sat in the pew and stared at the cross which Jesus Christ was nailed to. The windows were painted colorfully, depicting people from the bible: Noah, Moses, Mary. The church was a high arch style with a long aisle and walls painted to look like wood. A very ugly style, but of course it was. This church was not the brand new church that was built in Near's second year at Wammy's. Another reason to believe this was created by someone who lived here before.
He heard soft footsteps on the carpet and did not look back to see who it was. He already knew.
"What are you doing here?" asked Mello.
Near answered, "Thinking. Why is Mello here?"
"I don't have to tell you anything."
"You're right. You don't have to."
Near kept his gaze on the altar, and Mello's sullen silence stretched thin. He twirled a lock of hair between his fingers.
"How long are you going to be in here?" the blond boy finally asked.
Blue eyes stared ahead. "Is there something you need to do?"
"Tch." Mello crossed his arms. Near knew he was grinding his teeth. "Are you just going to ignore me like I'm not here?"
"I'm not ignoring Mello. I'm concentrating."
"On what?"
"See for yourself."
Near felt Mello's eyes leave him and travel to the front of the church where the altar and the statue of Christ looked down at them with sad eyes. Candles were unlit and the large leather Holy Bible that was read by the priest every Sunday morning was locked away in his study.
"I don't see anything," Mello said after awhile.
"Look again, Mello."
The blond made another irritated sound. When Near was sure Mello's attention was in front of him, he forced the podium to jump.
Telekinesis could be explained by science. The exact reason why it is only born in certain people is unknown, but true telekinesis, not the fake movie magic, was the push or pull of force from one object through another by tipping the balances between them. Moving an object around was like being a puppeteer pulling the strings. Controlling the force between the person and the object required little energy; however, moving multiple objects or heavy objects required more strings of force, thicker strings, and caused more physical strain on the person in control.
When the podium jumped, Mello started, jumping back and staring at the wood as if it had jumped at him.
"What the hell was that?" he cursed, "Is there a cat or something up there?"
"No cat," Near answered. He never broke his eye-contact. The altar table was jumping on the spot and now the long vigil candles were also moving side to side, swaying on their circular bottoms until they finally fell over.
Mello looked from the frightening scene to Near, to the altar again, and back to Near. "What are you doing? How are you doing that?"
"Isn't it cool?" Near said, smiling, his finger still twirling his hair.
The statue of Christ shook violently.
"Stop it!" Mello yelled.
However, should the telekinetic person try to manipulate too many objects that he or she cannot handle can have dire consequences. Energy cannot be created or destroyed, so if that person could not bring the forces back into balance, it sucked the energy out of the person who upset the balance in the first place to try to compensate.
The walls began quacking, raining dust on the two inhabitants of the church. Mello whirled about when he heard glass shatter. One by one, the beautiful painted glass windows shattered into a rainbow of shards and sprayed down over them. Vocal cords paralyzed by stupefaction and unable to yell, he covered his head with his arms to protect himself.
Near could not desist. His body was rigid and stiff and his pale blue eyes were glowing with power. He could not even feel Mello shaking him, yelling at him, demanding he stop. Objects flew by and pierced the walls. Entire pews picked and threw themselves across the room.
If the person did not possess enough physical energy, then the balance could not be undone. It would spread like a tornado, round and round, until balance would finally be restored.
Behind his burning eyes, Near saw the church become distorted, like when a roll of film becomes too hot and burns a hole right through the picture. He saw Wammy House, boys playing soccer, snow, a boy with messy black hair, a boy with dark brown hair and a kind smile, a man with gray hair, they were yelling at each other, screams, cries, police, a body bag, black eyes, red eyes, blood, distorted shadows, and...
White.
I had heard of joggers who suddenly collapsed and died of heart attacks. I was sure that was going to be my fate as well. My arms were stinging from the scratches the claws of the Hell Bugs had caused grabbing onto me. I was grateful that I wore long sleeves even though they had been reduced to shreds by now. I couldn't hear anything except for the loud humming of beating wings. It sounded like the Bugs were all around me; even worse, I knew they were. One swooped down at me and I swung the bat to strike it, but it attached to my arm and lifted me off my feet. I swung my other arm up and jabbed my fingers into one of its beady eyes. It screamed, a high pitch wailing noise like nails on a chalkboard, and dropped me.
This wasn't planned. My thighs and calves were burning, and my chest had grown numb. My underarms, back, and forehead were dripping with sweat in the stifling heat but I kept my sleeves down so my arms wouldn't be cut by the Hell Bugs sharp arms and legs.
I jumped over a highway separator that had somehow made it into the garage and saw attached to the wall next to a stairwell a glass container with a long gray firehouse. The Bugs were swarming around, above my head, dropping occasionally to snag me. I took the bat and swung with all my might against one of the metal poles jutting out of the ground. "Diiiiiiing!" it sang. The Bugs all screamed, slightly petrified in the air. That would only last a second so I ran quickly to the emergency firehouse.
In case of mutant Hell Bugs, break glass. I used the tip of the bat to break the glass and carefully began unwinding the long, heavy hose from the case. The Hell Bugs broke out of their trance and were flying around in zigzags like angry bees, but they were still coming closer. I pointed the red nozzle at the cloud of wings and beady eyes, prayed that the emergency hose was hooked up to a water reservoir somewhere, and pulled back the rusty red clamp. Nothing happened and my heart dropped to my knees.
But my arms were suddenly jerked back and I had to lean against the wall for stability. The water sprayed out in a harsh, continuous stream, and I soaked the Bugs as much as I could. I waved the hose back and forth and watched the wet Bugs fall to the ground, wings completely drenched. Once I knew I had gotten them all, even the ones hiding in the very back, I pulled the clamp back down and cut it off.
I dropped the hose at my feet and grabbed my knees and heaved in heavy breaths. Without the Hell Bugs ability to fly, they were basically useless. My best bet would be to find Vanya and lead him outside.
The sound of humming made my head snap up.
"Not as planned," I said aloud, "Fuck."
The Hell Bugs were shaking like dogs, spraying the water off, and gently making themselves float in the air. One by one, they all lifted off the ground, hovering in place and just looked at me.
I heard Vanya's laughter before I saw him. He was standing on top of the concrete divider I was at just a moment ago with his arms crossed and his slanted eyes laughing at me. "Haff you not yet figured it out, Light Yagami?" he called out, "My Bugs aren't like the Bugs you've seen. A little bit of water is nothing. Now, before I tell them to rip you limb from limb and I use your body as a nest, is there any last words you'd like to say?"
The Hell Bugs were listening to their master. Their wings beat ferociously but they were all huddled together like a giant cloud of buggy eyes and drooling jowls. They bobbed up and down, several bumping into each other. They wouldn't move until Vanya gave the word.
"When you're facing an opponent," L had said, "there will come a time where you won't know what to do. The first step is to not panic."
I sucked in a deep breath and closed my eyes.
"Anything can be a weapon. You're never out of options until you give up. Look around. What is around you? What can you use?"
Concrete. There was lots of concrete around me. That would not help right now. What else? I ruminated. The bat. I still had the bat. It weighed heavily in my hand, but it wouldn't help against ten Hell Bugs, let alone a hundred.
"Once you locate what can help you, use that to your advantage," he continued, "It's a simple equation. What plus what makes what. What weapon with what plan makes what you want happen?"
The bat is my weapon. The plan is to get away from the Bugs. How do I make that happen? "What is around you? What can you use?" I opened my eyes and stared back at the Hell Bugs and moved up to the lights.
I had a plan.
I didn't fall for Vanya's antic, and I didn't say anything. I threw the bat as hard as I could, and it flipped through air. It went above the Hell Bugs and smashed into one of the light fixtures. I heard Vanya's high pitch laughter ("You missed! Can't you aim?"). Glass and sparks exploded when the bat smashed into it. The open wires hung down, still sparking, and one of the bundled wires dropped down and touched one of the wet Hell Bugs. It let out a screech and the one next to that began shrieking and smoking and the next and the next. The Bugs were too close together and with the water and electricity, the Hell Bugs began exploding one by one like a large firecrackers. Boom. Boom. Splat.
The Bugs and their gooey guts fell to the floor with wet sound. The hanging wire sparked several times and the bat lay in the middle of the water. The stimuli from a perfectly executed plan exhilarated me. From one hundred Hell Bugs to none. Just as planned.
I looked across the garage and saw Vanya's yellow eyes staring back at me lividly. "That's it!" he yelled back at me, spit flying out of his mouth, "I'm done playing around! I will eat you myself, Light Yagami!"
I heard bones snapping and his arms and legs were stretching out more than humanly possible. His eyes grew larger and larger, his bottom jaw protruded further out, his hair thinned and his clothes began ripping. His neck was two feet long, stretched out like taffy.
I didn't have a plan.
(A/N): *gets tomatoes thrown at* I know! I should have updated much sooner! It's not my fault it's been so long since I've been on this site...I would like to thank everyone who supported me and this story. :D Thank you all!