#holyleather

Matt had known what was going to happen from the moment they'd made the plan. 

It wasn't as though he was scared of death. He'd long ago accepted how things would end, and he knew that there was no other possible outcome, no way to avoid the inevitable demise that awaited him. He'd expected to perhaps crash the car, or be shot once in the chest and it would be over -- he hadn't expected the barrage of bullets that had torn through him like he was made of paper, each one leaving a dull thud and a new wave of agony.

Matt had slumped against his bullet-ridden stolen car, let the cigarette fall from his lips, and had less than peacefully passed away.

He knew that Mello wouldn't be able to move on, when the man eventually died. He'd used the Death Note, after all, so any chance he had of quietly passing on was moot. So Matt stuck around as well, always a step behind Mello in every sense of the word, always ready and eager to do as his friend told him. Matt was nothing without Mello, nothing at all; Mello is what had given his life any sort of purpose, and he wasn't about to abandon him now.

Outside of the church, which burned brightly and reflected in the orange lenses of his goggles, Matt lit another cigarette and waited.

Boredom was a killer... No... B was a killer, boredom was simply the source of his desire to kill a lot of the time. But not always. So now he was outside, looking for a new victim. Instead he found someone familiar. Someone he knew a lot about.

The Detective heard the buzz at the door as someone pressed the doorbell. Unfortunately, no-one was in to press the release except him so L rolled himself over to the computers and brought up the security camera footage on the computer. 

Mello? I wonder what has brought him here.