Blood and Sugar

Chapter XIII: Destroyed

I moaned softly as I opened my eyes. Light poured into my eyes, straining them, making them ache. My whole body exploded with pain, like it was brusied all over, right down to the bone. I realized where I was. I was back at the apartment, in bed. I looked over at the end table. It was covered in various medical supplies, bandages, stitches, rubbing alcohol, guaze...I knew that I would probably need to see a doctor later on, but it wasn't an option at that moment.

I crawled out of bed, and started shuffling weakly for the living room. Mihael was there, sitting on the couch, staring at his computer screen, with a piece of chocolate wedged between his teeth. Spread out on the table were the notes I had managed to get from the hotel room. His face was weary and pale, he had bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. He didn't even see me enter the room.
"You look like hell," I observed.
He looked up at me, expressionless. Like his face was too tired to show emotion.
"I thought you were going to die," he said. "You wouldn't wake up for days."
I ambled over to the couch and sat by him. My mind was being racked with memories. Pain. Fear. Blood. I fell into Mihael's arms, trembling, wishing I could not remember.
"He hurt me," I whispered. "He raped me. And I wanted to die. I wanted him to kill me. I feel broken."
I had wanted to die. I wanted to not have to go on in life, with those scars, with that baggage on my shoulders.

It was January 24th. Night was beginning to fall. Mihael and Matt had a plan to kidnap Kiyomi Takada to get Teru Mikami to reveal the true location of the notebook. It was the one clue Near would need in order to survive his meeting with Kira. We were one step ahead this time. But when the time came, I knew Mihael would not let me do anything to help, because of my fragile condition. But I was going to do something. Somehow, I knew that if I wasn't there, one or both of them would die. Matt was at the apartment, he and Mihael plotting finalizing the details of the plan. And when they weren't looking, I snuck out the door, into Matt's car. I lay flat on the floor of the backseat, out of sight.

I waited there for about fifteen minutes, until I heard the car door open and close. I peaked up, and saw Matt sitting in the driver's seat. He hesitated for a moment, and then started it up. I had to suppress a scream as he sped out of the parking lot, knocking me against the seat, causing the wounds on my back to hurt badly. I remained deadly silent. After a few minutes of driving, Matt rolled down the window and tossed something out, but I couldn't see what it was. I heard shouting and gunfire, and the familiar roar of a motorcycle. Matt floored it down the street, burning rubber on the way out. I heard police sirens behind us, giving chase to Matt. There must have been at least twenty chasing us.

I flew forward as Matt suddenly hit the brakes. There was a large road blockade in front of us. My stomach churned with fear. Matt had no where to run. I prayed they would not shoot him. Just arrest him. Anything but that. Matt saved my life, he was one of the best friends anyone could have.
But.
My praying was all in vain.

He got out of the car. And I screamed. I screamed, and I was drowned out by the sound of thundering gunfire. It rained through the windows, and shattered glass fell onto me, still laying still on the floor of the car. I looked up. There was blood splattered on what was left of the glass. I saw Matt's body, leaning against the wind shield. He slid down, leaving a trail of bright, fresh blood on the glass. He landed with a thud on the ground, lifeless. Destroyed.

And then it dawned on me. I had to do something, or I would be next. I found myself mentally taking back whay I said. I wanted to live. I wanted to live so I could send Raito to his death. I had to act. And my chance came. A reporter was giving live feed on the situation, just feet away. I knew her name, and her face, and this is was my oppurtunity. I reached for the peice of deathnote in my bra. I felt in on my fingers, nearly in tears from my luck. I pulled it out and unfolded it. I quietly ravaged around in the junk in the backseat of the car, until I found a pen. I cleared my mind, and pictured the reporter's face, made it the main focus in my mind. And with my shaking hand, I wrote down her name.

40 seconds. 40 seconds seemed like eternity. Twelve, thriteen, fourteen. I closed my eyes. Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three. I bit my lip. Twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one. I clenched my fists. Thirty-seven. Thirty eight. Thirty nine. I heard an earsplitting scream. The reporter collapsed with a thud, and as planned, all the police lost focus on the car. I sprung to action. I left from the backseat and opened the door on the driver's side. I found new strength, adreniline pumping in my veins. I grabbed Matt's body and dragged it quickly into the car, propping it up into the passenger's seat. I and I grabbed the wheel, and floored the accelerator. I blasted through a small hole in the blockade, brushing two police cars. I kept my foot planted on the accelerator, and I drove onto an exit.

I heard sirens behind me, but they seemed to get farther and farther away, unable to match the speed of Matt's car. I raced down the emptied highway, toward Nagano. I looked over at Matt for a moment. He was lifeless. His face was frozen. His eyes were wide with shock, his mouth slightly ajar. My own hands had his dried blood on them. I turned my attention back to the road. Everything was quiet now. I had lost the police. And ahead of me was the old abandoned church. My mind churned into thought. Raito had access to Takada, who had access to Mikami. There was a possibility Takada had a note on her.

I pulled into the old church. I spotted the moving truck already parked. I stopped the car, and took the key out. And I breathed for a moment. I unbuckled my seatbelt, and stumbled out of the car. Mihael got out the truck, in total shock. He was alive. For now. I started walking over to him, and he promptly grabbed me by the arms and firmly pushed my against the side of truck.
"What the hell are you doing?" he yelled. "I told you to stay at the apartment. The police are probably on our trail now. You could have fucked everything up. Why did you do this?"
I bit my lip, hard, this time drawing a little blood. "I think Kiyomi Takada might have a note on her," I said weakly.

He dropped me, and ran to the back of the truck. I fell to the ground, shivering, finally feeling the cold as the adreneline disappated out of my body. I lay there, too weak to get up. I was run ragged. After a minute or so, Mihael stepped back out of the truck, shutting it behind him. He walked back around, with a piece of paper clutched in his fist.
"You were right," he said. "She did have one. I stopped her from writing my name down, and made her tell Kira that she did. And I took her phone."

He grabbed my hand and helped me get up. I wrapped my arms around him, and broke down into tears. Tears of sorrow for Matt. And tears of joy, because it may be finally over.
"Matt," I croaked. "I couldn't save him. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
He held me tight in his arms, and he was also shaking. I felt a warm tear on his cheek. I looked up and saw his deep brown eyes were red and bloodshot, and wet.

And then there was an explosion. We were knocked to the ground in a great wave of heat, as the truck exploded into flames. I landed on the ground, Mihael on top of me. We covered our heads with our hands until the shrapnel stopped falling. He got off of me, and looked up to the burning truck. I got up on my knees to look myself.
"This is Kira's doing, or maybe Mikami's," he said.
"The fire is going to hit the fuel in the truck soon," I said nervously.
"Let's get the fuck out of here," he said, turning around and helping me up.
"In what? Your bike's destroyed, and we can't drive into Tokyo in Matt's bloody shot up car," I said.
"We'll have to walk. And we better get going, police are going to find this place soon," he said.

Mihael and I walked back out to Matt's car. Mihael opened the passenger door and picked up Matt's body.
"C'mon buddy," he said. "We won't leave you for the vultures."
We ducked into the tall grass beside the road, and started walking back towards Tokyo. It was starting to get dark, giving us the protection of night time. After a couple of hours, in the complete darkness, my cell phone rang.
"It's probably Near," I said. I pulled out my phone and saw that it was from a restricted number.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Morgan," Near said. "I'm happy to hear you're alive after that interesting scene on TV."
"Yeah," I said quietly.
"Is Mello alive?" he asked.
"Yes," I said. "Takada almost wrote his name down."
"Is she dead?" he asked curiously.
"Yeah," I said. "Probably by Mikami or Kira's hand."
"We were able to locate the real deathnote," Near said. "You saved alot of lives, you know."
"You're welcome," I said spitefully. "But I doubt I'm going to able to make it to your meeting on the 28th, we're kind of stranded."
"I can send a car or helicopter to come get you," he said. "I'll have you taken anywhere you want, no questions."
"I'm not sure where to go," I said. "As you probably saw, my friend was killed in the police stand off. And we're not going to let him be defiled by police or wild animals. Not that there's much difference in my mind."
"So you have Matt's body with you?" he said. "I can have it taken back to Whammy's house, where he can be buried."
"Matt was a Whammy kid?" I asked.
"Yes," he said. "He wasn't very far up the list to replace L, but he was very bright."
"He was a good friend," I said quietly. "I'm going to give the phone to Mello, and he will tell you where we are."
Mihael set Matt's body down gently in the tall grass, and took the phone.
"There better not be any funny business, Near," Mihael said warningly.
"There won't be," I could Near's voice from the reciever. "I'm doing this for Morgan, and not you."
Mihael suddenly looked very angry. "Whatever. We're about ten miles from Tokyo, on a long stretch of road."
"I know where that is," Near said. "Hand the phone back to Morgan, please."
Mihael gave the phone back to me.
"Thanks for this," I said. "You're still an incredible jackass, though."
"And you're an ungrateful bitch," he said. "But I love you."
"You're a dirty little git," I said cruelly.
"I love it when you talk British to me," he said. "It turns me on almost as much as jackass."
"Will you stop that?" I said angrily. "It's really pissing me off."
"The helicopter will be there shortly," he said. "And I will see you on the 28th."
"Fine," I said, feeling really pissed off.
"Morgan," he said. His voice was gentle and disarming.
"What?" I said nervously.
"I mean it. I love you."
"Go to hell," I said, almost shouting.

I placed the phone back into my pocket. Actually, it was more like throwing, shoving, and yelling angrily.
"I hate that asshole," I said, through gritted teeth.
"Apparently, he doesn't hate you," Mihael said. "In fact, he seems to find you fascinating."
"Don't be jealous," I said. "He only wants me because I used to be L's girlfriend."
"And maybe because now you're mine," he said. "He will stop at nothing to get what he wants. Don't fall for it."
"I'm not," I said defensively. "And you know I love you."
"Sometimes I wonder if you really do," he said coldly.
I bit my lip and stared at my feet. I felt like someone stabbed me with a blunt object in the chest.
"That hurt," I said quietly. "That hurt really bad."
"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I was just angry at Near. I didn't mean it."
"Are you sure about that?" I asked.

Our conversation was drawn to a sudden close with the arrival of the helicopter. The light flashed down on us, and the gust from the blades nearly knocked us down. I spotted Gevanni in one of the seats. Two other men got out and looked at Matt.
"What happened here?" he asked.
"Oh," I said quietly. "He's dead."
"I can see that," he said. "Our instructions are to have him cleaned up at the morgue and then transfered to England for burial."
They placed Matt on a stretcher, and put him in the copter. Mihael and I got on the helicopter, sat down next to each other, and fastened ourselves in. After a short trip, we landed at the airport. Mihael and I were escorted to a black car at the pick up area at the front of the airport. Mihael had the driver take us back to the apartment.

I felt like falling into bed for days and days. I was physically and emotionally drained. There was nothing left to be done, and now all I could do was wait. All I could was wait for the curtain to close.

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Author's note: BAAAAW. I couldn't do it. I couldn't kill Mello.