House Arrest (continued)

[Ryuk]

Hyuk, I have to appaud you Amateur. Though I'm not taking your side or his, I have to say, using the deathnote to make HIM the cause of death is one of the most clever things I've seen done with it. kukukukuku.
You've got a real flair for this. Maybe it's because you're ALREADY a killer, not just now learning to do it, hyuk.

[[ amateur - 1 3 1 4 ]]

Thank you *She flips her hair* It's a same that there is no way of actually making him know that I did that... It would add to the torment much more *She gives out an evil grin*

[Takeda-qeuto]

Takeda sinks to his knees, shock still rushing through him, and desperately attempts to stop the flow of blood from Brady's gunshot wound, but he knows he's hit a vital spot. Brady is dead, or dying.
The other officers are running towards them, there's screams, and he can't get up. There's blood on his hands.
Brady was prone to jealousy sometimes, and he had always had a rivalry with Takeda, but he couldn't be capable of THAT- could he?
Takeda was shaking all over as another officer draped a blanket around him and piled him into the ambulance. "You're going into shock, Take," the medic announced softly.
"But- Amateur-" His eyes lit up fiercely. "I can't let her go."
"There are other officers looking for her. You've had a hell of a day- you need rest."
He'd lost this round, but Take was ready for the next one.......

[[ amateur - 1 3 1 4 ]]

*Just then, the wheel-cart wheels past them slowly, with a note attached to it. The page she used to kill off Brady*

*She smirks, sitting on a bus, already traveling to another town*

It has only just begun, sweetheart.

[Takeda-qeuto]

The next day has come and Takeda has had no sleep but for a few drugged hours, and the events of the past day have finally sunk in. In one day, his wife has killed the chief of police and he has shot down his best friend on the force, which may or may not be linked to some strange power his wife seems to have picked up.
He's studying the paper laid before him. This, taped to a shopping trolley, was the message Amateur so kindly delivered to him last night. This little catch-me-if-you-can game had just escalated a level.
Upon it was written:
Thomas Brady
Gunshot Wound
Dies when, after going mad and attempting to fire upon his own teammate, he is shot fatally.
Takeda had looked at it a million times and a million possibilities came up.
Amateur had known it was going to happen before it did.
Amateur had... caused it?
But how?
Well, how did she kill the police chief without touching him? It was obviously linked.
But each question brought up three more and Takeda ended up with hs head in his hands, groaning.
No. He wasn't going to let her win.

[[ amateur - 1 3 1 4 ]]

She finally reached her destination. A new town. A new place. As the two mysterious characters wander around the bus station, she remained cautious. He had lost the battle, but the war has only begun. Way to pick her battles. As stupid as he may appear, Takeda is one of the best detectives in the force. She was dealing with a mastermind.

*She buys herself another cup of coffee and sips it slowly*

*She thinks quietly, seating herself on a wooden bench, watching others passing by*

Those photos were not of my work. I've been set up

*She sipped her coffee, looking bluntly at those passing by, giving them a chilly stare as they shuffled passed her to whatever destination they were aiming to go to*

Always rushing. One must wonder if there is a point to it all. Sometimes, you might as well just lie on the ground in hopes that something will remove you from the face of the Earth. It is all pointless in the end, after all. Why do we bother so much? Why is life so fragile? So important to you, but it's only going to end up the same way as everyone elses? If the world is going to move on even if you are of non-existence even. It's pointless.. We have been tricked into thinking that we must live our lives to the fullest, embracing every moment of it. Get a good job. Earn money. Raise a family...Die. Is it not the same for those who choose a different path from that? Death? How is it that speeding up the process voluntarily wrong then?

[Takeda-qeuto]

Takeda sits at his desk sipping a cup of coffee and staring at the paper still when a young cop comes forward, holding a mug of styrofoamcup of coffee to replace Takeda's almostempty one. "We traced the bus station's records, sir, there are only two buses that run in that direction that time of night, each to neighboing cities."
Takeda grabs the styrofoam cup, smiles at the younger cop and takes a sip. "get in contact with the policein both cities. Post a wanted poster for Amateur. We have to stop her before she gets too far away."

[[ amateur - 1 3 1 4 ]]

*She eyes the crowd, carefully, thinking to herself.*

Such an obvious move. Track down the buses.

Fine. *gets up from the seat, and flips her fringe, smirking to herself.*

I shall lead him on. He wants to play this game, he's got it.

*She starts to write busily in her note book, her eyes, growing wild and mad, and chaotic.*

[Takeda-qeuto]

Takeda growls in frustration at the young cop's retreating back. She'll know his next move and have something to counter it, and all he can do is wait and see her next move. In this deadly game of chess she is evading every one of his advances....
He laughs bitterly. It's almost like when I first tried to date her.
He stares at the paper before him and prays she doesn't kill anyone else close to him, for now they're nothing but pawns in the game.

[[ amateur - 1 3 1 4 ]]

That is what he expected. To kill off those who were close to him. No. I am not foolish enough. Such a typical move.

*Thoughts raced back and forward, as she thought for herself, and for Takeda. He's intelligent, but oh so predictable.*

*She looked at the page once again, scanning through the names again and again. She clicked her pen and placed it in her pocket.*

It will only be a matter of time, before it happens.

[Takeda-qeuto]

He doesn't have to wait long. Another young cop comes rushing in, her blond hair dishevelled.
"Chief, there were 5 deaths reported simultaneously just now! They weren't anywhere within the same radius, but we thought we'd report it to you!"
"That's Ammy- Er, Amateur's work," Takeda confirms. "Causes of death?"
"We're finding out now, sir. But... Are you sure this is her?"
It's tricky," Takeda says, "because she has some unknown method of killing, but I believe this is her. She wouldn't hide the deaths. She WANTS me to notice. She's teasing me."
The cop nods. "Yessir."
He sighs and waves a hand at her. "Find out the details of the deaths. Let's see just what message she wants to send this time."

[[ amateur - 1 3 1 4 ]]

A familiar crook barges into the police department. He was angry and holding up a gun.

NOBODY FUCKING MOVE!!

He charges up to the office of Takeda and quickly grabbed him by the neck, pointing the gun at his head.

You're the shit who's killing them off, aren't you? IT WAS YOU!! I will kill you!! I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!! I warned you to stay the fuck away from our business, but you couldn't. The money wasn't enough to shut you up was it?? You betrayed our trust, we'll kill you now.

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*Smirks to herself, smugly*

It has only begun, my sweet.

[Takeda-qeuto]

A hundred guns point at the criminal but no-one has a safe shot from this angle. A few of the trainee cops' faces falter at the mention of money. A low murmur spreads through the room as the tension builds.
Takeda curses. "Shit." He holds out his hands signalling his officers not to shoot.
"Calm down and talk through this rationally," he begins. A few of the maniac's words click together in his mind like the missing pieces in his puzzle. "Shit. So THAT was Amateur's plan"
He inches one hand towards his gun but the barrel of the criminal's weapon presses harder into his throat, stoping him.
"Now listen.... You fucking stop killing us and I'll fucking let you keep your life," bargains the criminal, "but you fucking keep on and the boss will kill every fucking one of you. And I know it was you, Officer. You alone have all the names of all our links, and you alone could have turned them in but didn't due to the money we fattened your pocket with."
An angry whisper spreads through the room. Takeda curses under his breath. The last thing he needs is every officer in here turning on him.
What the hell can he do to escape this one?

[[ amateur - 1 3 1 4 ]]

Officer: Alright, put down the gun, slowly. We don't want any trouble here.

SHUT UP!! YOU DON'T KNOW RAT SHIT!! *starts sweating, nervous and dubious*

Officer: Come on, you do not want to do this. What's going to happen is you'll end up in jail for life, and you will resolve nothing. Put the gun down and we'll promise you nothing bad will happen.

BULLSHIT..BULLSHIT..DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!! DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING COME CLOSER!!

Officer: I'm staying still. I'm staying still. Calm down. Everything is going to be fine. Just put down the fun and we'll

*The sound of the revolver being let off was alarming, and echoed through the room. In an instant, the officer dropped to the ground, soaked in his own blood.*

I..I..I... I FUCKING WARNED YOU..YOU DID THIS. YOU ALL DID THIS!!
*Sticks the gun at Takeda's head once again, scared out of his wits, and trembling*

I'll kill him! I done it once, I can do it again..!!

STEP BACK, ALL OF YOU!!

*The officers shift back slowly*

HERE'S A LIST OF DEMANDS, I WANT YOU TO MEET.
*He grabbed a pen from the table, and started writing in a piece of scrap paper furiously, not a list of demands, but a letter, really. But he was not aware, and almost controlled in a way, by an unknown force.*

*BANG!*

...*The criminal freezes and clutches to his chest. The shirt he wore was suddenly soaked with a red stain; Blood. He collapsed onto the table, his eyes, still open.*

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The note read:

This is my first warning. Stay away. You were lucky for now, but next time, it won't be so.
There will be more deaths to come, if you are not careful.

[Takeda-qeuto]

Takda collapses to his knees. That will be the third member of his force that he's lost since Amateur began this game. He feels himself choking on bile and gags, attempting not to throw up. The smell of blood from the slain officer and the criminal fills the room.
The scrap of paper drifts down and he picks it up with trembling hands, The message swims before his eyes and he has to read it 4 times before he can comprehend what it says. It takes him another three reads to realize exactly what this is about.
This is Amateur again. She can control people's actions, send thim on her bidding, kill without ever laying a finger on anyone and never get her hands dirty. She has powers akin to a god. And Takeda was right in her crosshairs.
"...quick...." he mumbles, his voice hoarse, "get these two to the hospital or the morgue. I don't care which. I need to hold a private meeting with each and every one of you. NOW."


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Takeda lays low for the next few days, interviewing all his force. By the time he is finished he has them picked out: only the most seasoned and willing of cops, all of them with no family or spouse. They live for their job: they would die for their job. He sends home the rookies or transfers them to new cities. Let them live to see another day. The last and final requirement for his new taskforce is this: none of them can ever have met Amateur. So far it seems she has only killed officers whose names she knew. The chief was obvious: he was always on the news giving statements. Her second victim had been close to Takeda and they'd met outside of work occasionally, once when Amateur had been with him. The newest cop to die had been the cell-keeper in the prison where he had recently put Ammy. So it seemed she needed to know them....
He hunches his legs up in his desk, thinking. The hostage situation had only been a staement for her: Look what I can do. But he'd been able to deduce a few things from that, too. One was that she was looking into his records, taking interest in what he'd done on the force. The controlling actions was obvious. And the last thing he knew was that she was showy. She wasn't afraid to act with an audience. In fact, it almost seemed she liked to have witnesses to her power.
That was going to change. She wasn't going to dangle these godlike powers over his head. He was going to stop her. Even if he had to die in the process.