MattMello - Dead Note - Chapter 6Dead NoteMattMello - Dead Note - Chapter 6 by AkatsukiMemberWoolfy
Mello stared at Matt, realising what he had warned him about only yesterday...
I fear that I will make the wrong choice...
This was what he had meant. The decision between saving Mello's life and not writing down Near's name. Matt had known all along what Kira's plan had been, but he had not been able to foil his plot...He had not been able to kill either of them. "Don't do it, Matt! You can't write down Near's name!"
"...I have to..." The red head's voice was low and desperate. "...I can't lose you again...I barely survived the first time..."
"...Matt..." Mello didn't know what to say. This man was willing to do anything for him...he had even said so himself. To save his life he was willing to risk a thousand others...
"Untie me and I will write down his name." Kira laughed and walked over to the red head, pulling a familiar knife from his belt.
"This is the same blade you used to kill Takada, right?"
MattMello - Dead Note - Chapter 5Dead NoteMattMello - Dead Note - Chapter 5 by AkatsukiMemberWoolfy
Mello ran through the woods, throwing pinches of salt as he fled the light. He could hear the Fleshlings surrounding him, but he knew that he could not stop running for even a moment. Despite the morning sun, the woods only offered darkness and shadow, with no sanctuary to be found in its depths.
While he ran he thought about Matt, and about what a complete idiot he had been for failing to see the blatancy that the man had been a spy. On their first night away from the Facility, he had seen the truth in the gamer's eyes. They had been red then, although Mello had thought that he was merely hallucinating. Matt had definitely killed Takada as well! How heartless would a man have to be to kill the love of his life? How far gone into the void to not feel a thing...?
Sadness mixed with his adrenaline. He knew what the real issue was. From the start he had known that Matt had been hiding something, but Mello had be
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A shadow crept through the darkness of the night, gun in hand and sharp eyes glancing in all directions. They were out there, watching him as he neared the Facility in the centre of the city. The hoards of walking flesh that had overtaken the world and easily moulded it into a paradise of deformity. The apocalypse had come and gone, and the human race was dwindling day by day.
That was why he needed help. That was why he sought out the Facility, even though he had been warned to never undertake such a journey. However, he no longer had a choice in the matter. He needed help and the Facility was the only place that could offer any assistance in this tattered world of terror. The Fleshlings had killed his group and taken his superior, the man he had come to view as a father, and now he was the only one left.
The man who crept through the shadows was in his early twenties and possessed the sharp eyes of a killer. Not a murderer of man, but a killer even so. A hood covered his face as he slunk through darkness, but the hint of blonde tresses occasionally swung from below the black faux fur that lined the leather. The gun in his hand was an AK-47, and had the appearance of being well worn. A weapon from before the Fleshing rise, with enough stocked ammo to last a lifetime of this sort of life.
He could feel the eyes glued to him as his scent caught the attention of the stalkers. Even though he could not see them, the blonde could hear them in the false solitude of night as they grew ever closer. Those idiots! Why would they allow such masses of Fleshlings to be this close to the Facility?
Red eyes were finally in sight; the first of hundreds. Crap! The blonde broke into a run, his hood flying off of his face as he bolted at top speeds. A horrific scar covered half of his rough face, descending across his neck and disappearing beneath the cover of clothing.
The screams caught his ears, the wails of the dead that haunted this land. They were after him, blinded by hunger. His father may have been taken alive to the base of their master, but he would not be of any value to them except for a delicious meal. He turned and fired into the darkness wherever he thought he saw movement or the faint glow of red glints.
Death yowls filled the air as he gunned down a mass of the mob but there were plenty more where the first had come from. Shit! He turned ahead once again and continued to run, knowing that flight was the only option he had that could possibly end in life.
Horray ='D *goes and weeps in a corner* Why doth my life feel so dismal? T^T