Psychopaths Can't Be Superheroes - (A Death Note Fanfic)

Miki is no ordinary 13 year old girl. She has a past. But at Wammy's House, she gets a second chance at a normal life. Or does she? All she really wants to do is help, but psychopaths can't be superheroes. Or can they?


2. Because Screaming And Crawling Under Peoples Beds While They Sleep Is Perfectly Normal...

I was running for my life again. The men were coming at me from all sides, penning me in like a terrified animal. My Red hair was scruffy and dirty from weeks spent living on the streets and my purple eyes wild with fear. Slowly, they stepped towards me as one; holding syringes and handcuffs. I wasn’t going back, not again.

I grabbed a syringe and stabbed it into one of the men’s wrists. He yelped in pain as he staggered back, leaving a small opening that was my only hope of escape. I barely had time to move when I felt a prick in my back and the fluids flowing into my bloodstream, sending me into unconsciousness…

I woke up with four confused eyes on me. I had been screaming in my sleep.

Then it hit me, this was the first time I had properly seen my new roommates. One boy had reddish hair and bright green eyes, whereas the other had longish blonde hair and blue eyes.

“Whatcha lookin at?” I sang and smiled.

“Dude, you were screaming.” Said the redhead.

“Are you sure it wasn’t the llamas? They like making jokes.” I laughed.

“Sure…” He turned away and went over to his bed.

“So what's the time?” I asked.

“4 in the freakin morning.” Said the blonde one angrily as he sat back on his bed too.

“Well what are you doing up at this time then? Shouldn’t you be sleeping or something?”

They just glared at me. So much for being friendly.

“Are you, like, psycho or something?” The blonde one smirked.

“That’s what they said.”

“Who said?”

“The men in the white coats.”

Wait; did I really just say that? So much for no one knowing anything about me! Oh well, I guess I just won’t tell them any more than that.

After staring at me in disbelief for a while they got back into bed. Honestly, someone should teach them some manners!

I sighed and looked around the room. Opposite my bed was the door and on the other two walls were the other beds. Why was this room so plain? Good thing I brought paint with me!

I rummaged through my bag and pulled out the cans of paint. Setting them down beside my bed, I pulled out a set of various sized paintbrushes and set to work. I painted a massive, blue electric guitar over my bed, some scary looking baby dolls at the foot and I was just finishing up a monster sitting on top of the window frame when I realized that I didn’t even know my fellow inmates names!

I looked under the blonde ones bed and all I found were tons upon tons of chocolate bars. Unless his name was Hershey, this wasn’t going to help me at all. I crawled over to the other bed and looked underneath. Games and gaming consoles sat in piles under his bed. I dug a little deeper but still nothing.

“What are you going?” A worried voice asked from above me.

I screeched and hit my head on the bottom of the bed. It throbbed and I grabbed it with two hands, muttering all the swears I knew and some I decided to make up on the spot.

Someone grabbed my ankle and yanked me out into the open. It was that very good looking redhead.

“Hola, buen señor. Me preguntaba si sabía el camino a la cafetería?” I asked.

For those who don’t know, that is Spanish and translates as ‘Hello, good sir. I was wondering if you knew the way to the coffee shop?’

He understood me but he just stared at me as if I had just told him to strip down to his undies. Actually, I should ask him that some time.

“I just wanted to know what your names were.” I held out my palms in surrender.

“Okay…” He said, “I’m Matt and that’s Mello.”

I realized that he was still holding on to my ankle and I couldn’t help but giggle.

“I’m Mikinikisikiwiki” I said with the straightest face I could, “Naah, it’s just Miki.”

Damn it. I was rubbish with people. Now two very hot boys thought I was a deranged girl who enjoys sneaking under peoples beds while they sleep. Well; they’re not wrong!

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