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Well. This wasn't exactly what I'd planned, but here we are. Ever since the idea of a spin-off came into my mind, all the ideas for extra chapters just sort of started to connect and I just really wanted to write this bigger arc and using the ideas for the extra chapters in this story just seemed to fit pretty well. And I could just give it a different title, but it being with all the same characters and still having to do with Death Notes? I think just the title with a "2" plastered after it is fine for now. Maybe I'll think of something in the future, maybe I don't. We'll see.

So, a sequel! I am not used to writing those, so let's see how this plays out. First, some announcements;

1. It will by far not be as long as "Not a Piece of Cake". I think it will have a maximum of fifty chapters. Then again, I might me wrong, as I often am.

2. Updates will not really follow a schedule. That is, I will still try to update every weekend, but since that did not work out quite as well as I wanted to with the first one, I think it's nice to tell you guys now that my schedule will be a mess. Also, this chapter is here now, but I will be in South Korea for three weeks, and I don't have my laptop there, so no updates then. This is more like the announcement, like "it's coming, guys". Since it's only a prologue. So… yeah.

3. The main plot line for this story is kind of based on Death Note: Light up the New World. It's a movie that was released in 2016 (?) I think and despite my MANY problems with it, there were also things I liked and I thought it would be fun to put the actual L in this story instead of that weird fake L-guy and Allison is just a delight to imagine in these kind of situations, so there you go.

4. Any further questions? Any problems? Just review or PM me, I am usually quite good at answering those (though I sometimes take forever to reply).

5. Yup, still don't own Death Note or anything related to it, so let's go!

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Prologue

'Code 3, I repeat, Code 3. Multiple casualties in Shibuya streets. The Special Task Force has been sent to the scene.'

'This is K141, 143 and 145. En route to the crime scene.'

Dark cars race through the night with a hurry that did not have anything to do with the cars. The whole city seemed to be moving in a hurry, chasing something, running from something. As if every second could be the last.

Some people said Kira brought "justice" and "peace". But this, this was what Kira was. Chaos and arrogance. Because why are you running, why are you fleeing? And why are you killing people? Do you honestly believe you are above consequences?

In one of those cars so in a hurry to get to the chaos, and not away from it, were five agents sitting. Listening. Waiting. Arguing.

'Casualties line the street,' the driver said.

'It's a rampage killing,' the other added. Annoyed. Instead of fear or anger, they were annoyed. And, also, maybe, just a little bit, tired. Tired of everything. Tired of losing. Tired of chasing something that seemed to be endless.

Finally, finally, a few of those cars reach the busy street. They don't even park the car; they just go. Run. Flee. Stay. Help. Rescue. Stop.

They push through the crowd of people as they tried to reach the other agents. There. An opening. They push and push and finally, they see what they came to see.

Death.

Their earpieces are ringing with words, information, pieces. 'They are totally random. The death toll's climbing.'

Another voice takes over, a familiar one. I smile despite the situation. 'It's the Shinigami eyes. Hide your face.'

Then: 'A suspect was seen on the surveillance camera. 160 cm, female, hoodie. Go.'

This was not a message for the Task Force as much as it was for me. I jumped off my hiding spot, the target already in place. Something slides through the shadows of the nights, leading me, guiding me.

'Tailing a female wearing a hood in Zone 4,' someone proclaims.

'At the exit,' another cop says.

'I am also chasing a female with a hoodie,' another one adds. 'In pursuit.'

Chaos. Total chaos. I consider taking the earpiece out. But then, I didn't particularly fancy my boss yelling at me.

'Death count stands at 16. Be cautious.' Another message that seemed to be directed to only me. Though I knew it was not. This message had to be for the Task Force. Since I was in no danger whatsoever.

'East exit, I lost track of the suspect,' one of the cops says.

As I climb down the ladder, still following the creature guiding me, I roll my eyes. I knew why they were here, I knew why, but since I was likely to be the first one to succeed, it did seem odd to put all of them into danger.

Not like we did that on purpose or anything. Much like some people I used to know, cops could be terrifically oblivious sometimes.

There. The first glimpse I catch once I was down. Sitting on top of a café watching the streets way seem like a great way to observe, but it was different now that I was actually in pursuit. I saw her, the leggings, the hoodie. She reminded me of Misa, somehow, though I doubt Misa would ever even go near a hoodie.

'Seventeen casualties,' the familiar voice says, but the victim must already be past me. I am so close, I could grasp her if I could run through these streets. But risking mass hysteria really wasn't worth it. That and… my ally was being quite vague and I did not want to risk shooting the wrong person.

'Another victim in Sakashita.'

'I am on my way,' another shot back.

There, right in front of me, a guy falls to the ground. I frown. She is going too fast. No way that was 40 seconds.

'No,' I mouthed it before I speak. Luckily, there is only one person who can hear me. 'There is more than one!'

Another one falls on top of the previous victim. 'More than one!' I repeat and then I realise that I lost track of her. And of my ally.

And then mass hysteria kicks in. I am running before the others, but it still isn't any good. As soon as people start to shout "murder" and "Kira", people are running. Anywhere. Everywhere. Trying to flee their faith.

'Suspect spotted, she has a Note,' another cop says, one that was also more familiar to me than I would've liked.

As I am chasing, I am wondering if my boss is going to inform the Task Force about what just realised. He does not.

'There you are!' the shadow figure above me calls. She found me before I could find her. 'She is quite good at taking hard to follow routes, but she is at the crossway now, let's go!' she is already going before I could fully understand what she'd just said. And then I am running again.

It's way worse here. This is what I call mass hysteria. People shouting "terrorist" and dead bodies everywhere. Victims who maybe were not innocent, but no one deserved a sentence like this. And no one deserved to give them their sentence. They were not – not ever – above consequences.

It's easy to spot her now because she is the only one not running. I see her, but I can't get a clear shot. I am jumping over corpses without looking, I am pushing people that I could have avoided if they weren't so panicky. But this was death we were talking about and nothing seemed to be scarier than that.

'Evacuate now!' someone shouts before I can even think about doing that. I then realise that I did not only hear that in my earpiece, but in real time as well. Then I see him, only a few feet away. Sunglasses, scarf. Mishima.

And I see him raising a gun. Too bad. He is at the other end of the street. And I? I am already close enough.

I stop running. People are flooding away and if I can get one clear shot, it's over. I raise the gun, see the girl. I don't even care where I aim, as long as I just hit her. I see her staring at me right before I shoot. She sees, but does not comprehend. She does not comprehend why she is seeing nothing. No name. No numbers. Nothing. To her, I am nothing.

I hit her so close to her heart that the person who taught me how to should would be proud. But she falls to the ground before the tranquilizer I shot her with could've taken effect.

There's more than one.

I am running again, just as Mishima and the others are finally getting there, too. I lean down and press my hand against her neck. No heartbeat. 'Dead,' I said into the microphone, knowing that that would be enough. With my gloved hands I take the note that she had hidden in her jacket.

I look at it, but it looks no different. And then, I feel the presence of an annoying know-it-all standing over me.

I sigh. 'My, my, Mishima,' I say, using English only because I knew I could. Because I knew he would understand. 'Raising your gun? I thought the Task Force wasn't authorised to shoot.'

He looks down at me angrily. As if he is angry at me for doing the thing he so badly wanted to do. But only one of us is actually allowed to and he knows it. Still, he raises his voice and says: 'Why did you shoot her, Miss Upson?!'

I roll my eyes and sit up, putting the tranquilizer gun back in my back. 'To stop the casualties, of course.' Then I stand. 'I am no part of the Task Force, what I do or do not do has very little to do with you, don't you think?'

He does not look happy with that. 'Well… But you aren't above the law! We're not authorized to kill!'

'It was a tranquilizer dart!' I respond. 'Do you even—' I sighed and moved away from the suspect. 'There, see for yourself what killed her. Sorry, I did not realise police were this freaking unobservant.'

As Mishima and the others crowd the one corpse that seemed to matter to them, I move away from the death and the destruction. Away, back in the shadows. I walk towards the place where my dark car is waiting. And in a city where everyone is in a hurry, the familiar face who smiles at me is calm, reassuring. 'You did a great job, Olivia,' Watari tells me as he opens the door for me.

'Thanks,' I say with a sigh, looking at the night sky. It looks so peaceful, so normal. As if nothing had changed at all. The sky really should start paying attention. 'This is only the beginning, isn't it?' I ask with another sigh.

Ico appears in the backseat, looking more worried than I had ever seen a Shinigami look. She liked this about as much as I did.

'I am afraid it is not, Olivia,' Watari responds, sounding sad again. He wants all of this to be over, too. He hates this as much as everyone does. 'I am afraid not.'

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Well, this was short! It was meant to be. I just thought how great it would be if in that scene in the movie, the actual L had shone up instead of that other guy I don't really agree with. And then I imagined Allison in that scene instead of L and then I had to write it. And I thought it would be a great introduction to the story.

Again, this is only the prologue and I am not sure if I will update again before going to South-Korea, but I wouldn't count on it. I think it's best to just not count on anything and then if I do update, it will be a pleasant surprise. xD

Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope you guys will stick with me for this new adventure. Until next chapter!

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