The DeathNote Files

Anger - 1

I had no idea what the fuck was going on.

"LET ME OUT! GOD DAMMIT YOU ASSHOLES! LET. ME. OUT!" I struggled at the tight bindings that seemed to feel tighter and tighter every second. I was going to have rope burn, I knew that, but like hell was I gonna let someone just kidnap me.

"I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL FUCKING MURDER YOU ALL-" I was cut off by the sharp stop that the car had jolted to. I heard the door of the car open and the lid of the trunk suddenly opened. I was blinded with light and before I could process what was happening I felt a sharp abrupt pain on my cheek and I immediately went silent.

"Matt! You fucking idiot! You can't just do that, we need her for the investigation, jesus christ!" I heard a second voice say. My eyes stared wide and furious at the bitch that just slapped me. I slowly sat up ignoring the burning sensation in the areas of where the rope cut into my skin and sat there staring him down. Almost as if by pure sheer anger I did the only thing I could to express it.

I spat at his face, hitting him dead on.

As though a sudden spur of energy had entered him he suddenly raised his arm again. I grinned at him and lifted my face higher, as though taunting him to hit me. As the hand fell it was abruptly stopped by another arm in which I discovered to be from the person with voice 2. He had blonde hair that seemed to be cut into a bob like cut and his eyes were steaming with rage. He wore a leather vest and one of his eyes seemed to have a sort of injury surrounding it. And then as I looked closer I noticed he had in his pocket.. a... a chocolate bar?

"Who the fuck does she think she is?! We are her kidnappers I can do whatever the fuck I want!" The one named Matt said. The blonde narrowed his eyes at him and lifted the googles that he wore and slapped them against his face.

"Ow! What the f-" the blonde pushed him away and he stumbled backwards almost falling. I saw a flash of humour cross the blondes' eyes, but it left as soon as I thought I'd seem it. His attention turned back to me.

"Can I have some chocolate?" I asked dumbly. His eyes widened and a look of confusion crossed his features.

"How do you know I have chocolate?" he asked bluntly.

"Left back pocket, assorted with a pocket knife and a piece of paper with my information on it. Can I please have some?" I asked. His mouth dropped slightly in astonishment but shook it off and looked the other way.

"No, now get back down and shut the fuck up. If you don't we'll have no other choice than to gag you. This is a warning, now be quite," he said with an almost leader-like atmosphere. He pushed my head down and shut the door of the trunk once again and I sighed inwardly.

After that I didn't shut up and made as much racket as possible.

They never gaged me.