You frown, as you walk out from your job. Another boring day...
Nothing new happens. Maybe its just because you're smarter than most people, but it seems like nothing really interesting happens anymore.
It was then you happened to glance upon a strange black notebook on the street. Something about it catches your eye, so you decide to pick it up. You read the cover.
The Death Note.
You blink, wondering what the hell kind of thing this is. You open it to find rules written in the first few pages.
1.The human whose name is written in this note shall die.
2.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.
3.If the cause of death is written within the next 40 seconds of writing the person’s name, it will happen.
4.If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.
5.After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds
Great. You probably picked up some Goth freak's book. You were about to pitch it when someone walks up to you.
"Hey baby! What's up? Looking for a good time?" grinned the man; he was a sleazy-looking punk with probably only one thing obvious in his mind.
"No thanks. Not interested..." you frown, holding up your hand.
"Aw...don't be like that, baby..." said the man, "The name's Franz Keimur. And I'm the guy you've been waiting for..."
"Listen, Hanz..."
"Franz! Look, I'll write it for you in this book!" shouted the frustrated man, obvious that he wasn't going to leave you alone. He grabbed the notebook and wrote his name into it.
"Leave me alone!" you shout, walking away. Franz, however, follows you and you start to run. He runs and eventually catches up to you.
"Listen, bitch! You're going to give me a good time, whether you like it or...AHHHHH!!!" began Franz, before he clutched his chest and fell over. His eyes rolled up and you gasp. This man had just died...a heart attack from the looks of it.
You pick up the notebook he had taken from you and had been carrying while he was chasing you. Your hands shake as you hold this item...this Death Note.
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