Death Note
If
You Choose To Accept It
Her
name was Raven. And she was the most dangerous 17 year old you’ll ever meet.
She walked gracefully up the staircase
of her Surrey home, her feet making barely any noise on the wooden steps as they
carried to her bedroom, and threw her clumsily onto her bed. She made herself
comfortable on it, and collected her favourite book from its usual resting
place. Outside, the sun had already set, and rain, made near invisible by the
darkness outside, lashed violently against her window pane. Less than two
hundred metres away, the everyday folk of Thornton Heath tussled and fought
their way out of the train station on their way from their everyday jobs. Raven’s life had changed so much in the past few
years, she knew she wouldn’t be like any of those everyday folk…
She lay catlike and lazily on her bed. It was a
double bed, of the brightest pink and white pattern, which matched her room
perfectly. The Grey Adidas tracksuit she was wearing was a size too big and hung
loosely off of her athletic figure, just how she liked it. She refused to dress
feminine, turning down dresses and fitted jeans bought for her by her mother,
for baggy jeans and tracksuits. She brushed long black hair from her
intelligent, bright green eyes that darted back and forth, reading her book with
earnest. Eyes that were set in a face that had simple, yet strong beauty.
Outside of her profession, she was
known only, and stereotypically, as Mrs Smith. She didn’t care very much for
first names. Friends used first names, and she didn’t have many of those. Her best
friend was her cat Orion, who was sleek and as brilliantly black as the night
outside. For as long as she could remember, there had only ever been her and
her mother Joan. As far as she was concerned, that was the only family she
needed, and anyone else that got too close to Joan, got the cold shoulder. Or
worse.
The rain repeatedly drummed against
her window. The sound relaxed her. It echoed through the room hypnotically as
she read her book. Reading wasn’t Raven’s favourite past time. She’d have much
preferred to be playing football or climbing the biggest tree she could find,
but between the typically wet English weather, her English coursework, and her
part time job, there wasn’t much chance of that happening any time soon. And
even if there was, she would have to catch a bus to get there.
Her mobile rang. Not her regular
mobile. Her other mobile. It rang with a high pitched tone, a constant droning
that pierces the eardrums of every teenager, cat and dog in the vicinity because of it's high frequency, but that also made it inaudible to adults. She leapt out of bed and ran towards it, tearing it out
of her jacket pocket and simultaneously kicking her bedroom door closed.
“Raven, code T 9 2 0.” She spoke. “The
mission?”
“A dangerous one this time. Ghost
escort. The Prime Minister. Come in for briefing as soon as possible.” A voice
replied. Its voice was digitally altered to be unrecognisable.
Raven looked back at her book, lying on her bed, waiting for her to return to
it, and swore silently.
“I could have been a dancer, but no, I
decide to be a spy!”
And with that, she left.