High Noon is When the Clock Strikes the Speed of Dark... ((FINISHED THREAD))
Who: L and Light and Mello Where: Emptiness When: August 14, the day after L and Blythe's "termination". Thursday's child has far to go. Rating: R, for violence and some sexual content (EDIT) Warnings: L is beyond pissed, and there is some sexual content. Summary: On his way back from installing cameras in parts of Emptiness that L wants to use for the Trial while away from home, an old enemy is encountered. A gun fight ensues, in which L almost pulverizes Light, but makes the big mistake of being sportsmanlike and firing a warning shot. He then gets shot in the shoulder, with the same kind of bullet Light used to control Blythe. From there, L has no choice but to do as Light says until Mello becomes an unlikely hero.
L kept his hand on his pistol, glancing furtively over his shoulder every few minutes. He was certain that he hadn't been followed or detected in any of the places he'd ventured. He was positively certain. He'd been monitoring the cameras he'd installed in different parts of Emptiness through the screen on his tracking chip, as well as creating a hideout beneath a sepulchre in the graveyard. It was spooky and somewhat morbid, but L wasn't particularly put-off by the idea of death, at the moment. He'd lain in a coffin earlier, just to see what it was like, because there were many of them in the Emptiness cemetery open graves. It had smelled like sawdust and damp earth. Overcome by the foolishness of the act, he'd brushed himself off and carried on working, but he could not deny that, despite his walled-off emotions, he was adversely affected by the termination of his relationship with Blythe. It had been only yesterday, and now... now everything seemed more dismal, heavier, and planning for the future was something that L did because it was familiar, and not because it came naturally.
On the way back to Asgard, L stopped at the gun shop. Though he'd been practicing magic obsessively lately, and moreso since Blythe's departure, his capacity for performing it was still weak at best. The best he could do was shock himself, or anyone directly touching him, with tiny sparks. When he was really on top of things, he could create a thin thread of electricity between his thumb and forefinger, but it certainly wasn't enough to defend himself or cause any serious damage to an adversary. He'd be relying on conventional weapons for awhile yet.
Just then... a shadow outside the window caught L's eye. Hastily, he ducked behind the shop's counter, seizing a shotgun and loading it.