DEATH NOTE
A Thousand Notes
CHAPTER ONE
Trains Survived
Name: Emma Poire
Gender: Female
Birthdate: September 17th
Age: 17
Hair: Dark brown, short
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 99 pounds
Status: Outcast
Appearance: Dresses differently all the time, never takes off her jewellery including black leather bracelet with silver skulls and stars and black armband with a scorpion brooch on it
Likes: Reading, writing, video games, chocolate, metal music, punk music, demons, angels, trains and flying (wants to, that is)
Dislikes: Snobby/bitchy people, crowds, sex predators, cooking with other people and boys (she's shy around them, doesn't know how to act, usually just doesn't say anything)
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"Ryuk?" Said a random Shinigami.
"Yes?"
"Where's your Death Note?"
"Why, it's right…
…
…
…"
"Wellll?"
"Umm…I'll be back…"
"You lost it again, didn't you?"
"…Nooooo…"
"Liar!"
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Emma Poire rollerbladed to school alone that day, yes, rollerbladed. You may think only weirdos rollerblade, but you've obviously NEVER seen Emma rollerblade. She was coasting along, jumping and grinding every obstacle and rail in sight, and listening to Run, by Disturbed, on her MP3 Player.
She was nearing her school, which was called Kerry Christi College, and a bunch of people she didn't like and who didn't like her were walking towards the school on the opposite side of the road. Emma didn't pay any attention to them as she rollerbladed along.
Suddenly, something fell out of the sky, landed on her head, and she fell over, the earphones coming out of her ears and she landed – hard – on the pavement.
"OWCH!!" She cried, before she could stop herself, and the girls and boys across the road laughed at her misfortune.
"Aww, did poor little baby get an owie!?" A girl named Ashleigh Osbourne sneered.
Emma sighed. She actually had a very high pain tolerance, thank you very much, but nobody cared about that. She'd just said 'ouch' after skinning her palms and knees, and that made her a baby in everyone else's eyes. Slowly, she climbed to her feet as the school bell rang, and then she noticed the book lying beside her. It was open to a page and Emma picked it up in her bloody hands and, ignoring the pain, she began to read:
"The human whose name is written in this note shall die. Well that's weird.
This note will not take effect unless the writer has the subject's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected. I can see how that would be convenient." She nodded, and continued reading.
"If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the subject's name, it will happen. So if I…okay…moving on… (death by monkeys…)
If the cause of death is not specified, the subject will simply die of a heart attack. Owch." She sympathised, and then read the last line. "After writing the cause of death, the details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds (400 seconds). Why? Oh well, it's probably not true anyway." And, she stuffed the book into her backpack and glided slowly into the school.
High pain tolerance or not, it still hurt!
The notebook, by the way, was titled DEATH NOTE.
OoO
Emma went to the school nurse, and got her legs and hands bandaged up, and the hurried in late to her first class of the Wednesday (no homeroom) and this class was cooking.
Oh joys.
Fran Wiffen, of course, was not pleased to see Emma rock up late.
"Miss, I was at the nurse!" Emma protested but, since she didn't have a note and, since Fran had stopped letting Emma leave her class at any time until the lesson was over, Emma got a detention.
Cursing under her breath as the class broke up for recess, Emma stole away into the girls bathroom and sat down on the floor with her back leaning against the wall. The small teenager didn't much like the blue nurse-like dress of her school, but she had to make do with it, and no accessories (uniform infringements were so common at Kerry Christi College these days).
Emma took the black notebook out, the Death Note that is, and paused thoughtfully. Even if it wasn't a real killing book, how could there be such a thing?, she still wanted to write down what had just happened.
She took out her red pen and wrote: Today Fran Wiffen gave me ANOTHER detention. She's such a slut, I really hate her, more so then Claire Glendinning. She pictured her cooking teacher and her music teacher, and her heart turned to stone. I wish…oh, I just wish they'd both die in a car accident on the way to HJ's, along with Ashleigh Osbourne, Nathan Hancox, Andre Vasse, Shane Parkinson and ESPECIALLY Sara Robinson! She could picture each one's sneering face and it made her blood boil. She added: The cars get hit by a train, now wait make that TWO trains, express trains, but the trains and everyone onboard is okay. And closed the notebook, before going out to battle her way through the canteen line of doom.
OoO
About a minute later, a terrible crash was heard from nearby, and everyone in the school stopped and looked around.
Emma, sitting on the branch of a tree alone, froze and, putting the book she was reading in her backpack and shouldering said backpack, scrambled up the tree like a monkey. The tree was very tall, and Emma could easily see all of the surrounding neighbourhood. She saw HJ's (Hungry Jack's) and the local IGA. She saw the train tracks where she occasionally train spotted and…
She saw a terrible train and car wreck.
Emma put her hand to her mouth. "Oh my motherfucking lord…" She swore badly, because the extremity of the situation called for it. (A/N – Sorry all up there!!)
From where she was sitting, she could just make out the make and colours of the cars – a green Ford and a blue Holden.
The cars that Fran Wiffen and Claire Glendinning drive…drove…
Emma hurriedly pulled out the Death Note and stared at it, before reaching shaky hands into her backpack for her pen, and opening the book shakily. In it she wrote: There was a car accident…two cars were hit by two trains, the cars looks pretty mangled up, I doubt anyone in them survived…oh, but the trains seem to be okay…good old Armadale Line…
Smiling sardonically, Emma closed the Death Note and returned to ground.
OoO
That afternoon there was a special assembly. As she'd already spent half the day worrying about and guessing, the people whose names she had written down in the Death Note were all dead. Killed, in a car accident that involved a train colliding with said cars. No one onboard the trains was injured.
Homeroom was at the end of the day, for students who were still there, but Emma skipped homeroom and returned to her tree. She was listening, quietly, to Disarm by Smashing Pumpkins.
"The killer in me is the killer in you, my love…I send this smile over to you…" Emma sang along with Billy Corgan's voice. "Yeah…I killed all those people today…I'm a good little Christian girl…and this notebook, this Death Note and I just committed…murder…sentenced people to death, in fact…" She liked that word, the way it sounded on her lips, and she said it again. "Death…"
"Kind of has a ring to it, doesn't it?"
Emma sat up, and found a strange, demonic-like creature sitting on a tree branch nearby, not quite looking at her but quite obviously talking to her.
Emma stared.