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deathnotetruths · 6 years

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Finite

Fandom: Death Note Pairing: Matt/Mello Warning: Graphic descriptions of violence; swearing

Summary: When Matt stumbles upon Mello’s mafia contacts, things take a violent turn. Is this really the same Mello who once laughed so clearly? With threats upon his life, Matt must navigate a very thin line between trust and deceit in order to save them both. Chapter 1 Here.

Chapter 2: Interrogation

“Do you know why you’re here?”

The overhead light was blinding. Matt felt naked without goggles covering his eyes, and the brightness shining into his face did nothing to help his discomfort. He couldn’t see how many men were in the room. He knew Mello was back there, in the corner. He could hear the rustle of the candy bar wrapper. If he had to guess, Matt estimated between six and ten men were in the interrogation room with him.

He nodded curtly, focusing his eyes on the concrete floor below. The dark blotches and red-rimmed rusty drain did nothing to ease his tension.

“You fucked up pretty bad, didn’t you? Messing around in our business. We don’t like guys who fuck around in our business.”

Matt shrugged, and was rewarded with a slap to the face. He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. He had to stay calm, or this could turn violent quickly. Mello wasn’t kidding when he said that people lost fingers and toes in this room. The small metal desk held a plethora of instruments, and Matt could imagine the various ways each could harm or maim.

“I can help you,” Matt said carefully.

“How?” The burly man snapped.

“I can get into any security system on the planet. I’m good.”

“And just how the fuck do we know that you’re so good?”

“I got past your system, didn’t I?” Matt said, regretting it a millisecond later as the man grabbed his bound wrists and slammed them onto the desk. “Wait. Wait a minute.”

Matt watched in horror as the man picked up a sharp pair of pliers, lightly pinning Matt’s smallest finger between the jaws.

“What I meant was, if I can get past your incredibly well-designed system, don’t you think I can get past your enemies’ systems? The government's systems? I can design our security to be stronger, and I can look for weaknesses in others. Trust me. I say that I’m good because I am good. Just give me a chance.”

“How did you find us?!” The man yelled, increasing the pressure on Matt’s finger. The hacker bit his lip, trying to keep his breath steady despite the increasing pain.

“I was following a personal lead. I only work for myself. I thought your organization might have something to do with a person I was trying to find.” Matt caught himself, remembering how he practiced this very scenario - though, in his mind, his fingers weren’t in jeopardy. “I was wrong. The person I was trying to find is not involved. It was a false lead.”

“So, you’re too stupid for missing persons… and yet, you think you can help us?” The man cracked the pliers, splitting Matt’s fingernail to the quick, but not shattering the bone. Matt yelped, writhing in his chair. No matter how hard he had worked to prepare himself, actually sitting through this was horrible.

“Heh… if you think I’m good, you should see the guy I’m after…” Matt forced out, trying not to tear up as the pliers moved to his ring finger. “I’m good. He’s better. That part’s irrelevant. What matters now is the fact that I’m skilled in computer systems and cybersecurity, and that’s what you need right now. Give me a chance.”

“Demanding little shit, aren’t you?” The man grunted, quickly splitting Matt’s fingernail down the middle. Matt let out a strangled cry, gritting his teeth.

Keep your head down. That’s the one instruction he was given, and he couldn’t seem to manage it without an attitude. He shot a glance towards the darkened corner where Mello was most likely watching. He knew the blonde couldn’t intercede without a reason, but some part of him couldn’t believe that Mello would sit by and watch this. Would Mello stand back until they started pulling flesh from bone?

“Please,” Matt choked out. “Give me a chance. I’ll show you what I can do.”

“How did you find us?” The man barked again. He put down the pliers, much to Matt’s relief. Matt felt his blood freeze when the man picked up a scalpel. “In detail.”

“Fuck,” Matt hissed, tensing up. “Security feed in traffic cameras. I created a backdoor in the traffic grid. I could access any traffic camera in the city. I used facial recognition software to track somebody as far as it could go.”

“Talk faster,” the man said, drawing the blade lightly across Matt’s cheek, “or you might end up with a few extra stripes, zebra boy.”

Matt gulped as a bead of blood fell from his chin onto his black-and-white striped shirt. The scalpel touched his throat, just below his jaw.

“Okay!” Matt sputtered, closing his eyes. “Once I tracked the person, I isolated the zone where he disappeared and broke into all the security cameras. Banks, convenience stores, street corners… I used the feed from those cameras to determine his projected course. That got me to the docks, which is where I broke into your system using an algorithm that modified one of my template programs. I didn’t have any help, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

The scalpel sank into Matt’s jaw, making him scream. His eyes watered, his face contorted in pain. After a moment, the scalpel withdrew - leaving Matt with a gush of blood racing down his throat.

“The fuck are you doing?” He heard dimly through the haze that quickly descended over him. It might have been Mello’s voice, but his ears were ringing too much to tell.

“What? He worked alone. We can dispose of him without worrying.” The bulky man slung the scalpel to the table, turning to face the source of the voice. Matt felt himself gasping, gravity quickly distorting around him.

“We fucking want him!” the voice shouted, the distinct sound of a punch quickly following. The bulky man fell into the corner of the table, howling in distress. “Get a fucking medic in here, now!”

Matt felt something being pressed against his neck. Cold leather-clad fingers tilted his head back. Mello’s face swam in his vision; he wanted to reach out to touch him and make sure he was real, but his bound and bloody hands were useless.

“You’d better be worth all this trouble,” Mello shouted at him, but Matt had a feeling it was just for show. He didn’t have time to contemplate it, however, as the world tilted sharply and fell into darkness.

“You’ve got to quit passing out like that,” Mello said, chucking a granola bar at Matt’s semi-conscious form. “I’m tired of waiting for you to wake up.”

“Yeah, well…” Matt started, but he couldn’t think of any way to finish his sentence. He caught the granola bar in his unbandaged hand, wincing as he moved his jaw. “Fuck, this sucks.”

“You’re lucky, Matty,” Mello sighed. “If he wasn’t such a fucking moron, you’d be a dead man. Fuckass didn’t know where the artery was. He nearly nicked your carotid artery, but it wasn’t close enough to kill you. Bet you felt like shit though, didn’t you?”

“You could say that,” Matt griped, clearing his throat. He scratched at the thick gauze pad taped to his throat. “Did I get stitches?”

“Six. I held you down while the medic worked on you. For an unconscious motherfucker, you sure didn’t want stitches.” Mello paused, casting a glance towards the familiar steel door. He strode across the room to sit at the foot of Matt’s bed. “Are you okay?”

“Depends,” Matt said. “Am I a dead man?”

“Not yet,” Mello cracked a grin. “That depends on you. I know you used to be brilliant with computers, but I hope your skills have improved throughout the years. We’re giving you a trial run.”

“Brilliant,” Matt said plainly. “It would be even better if I had both my hands to work with.”

“Quit whining,” Mello rolled his eyes. “Your fingers work. You’re just missing a couple of fingernails. They’ll grow back. Hurts like a son-of-a-bitch, but you can use them. Trust me. Been there, done that.”

“Really?” Matt asked. He suddenly looked at Mello differently, noticing for the first time how worn the edges of Mello’s face appeared. How deep the circles beneath his eyes were, and how his cocky smile masked something undeterminable.

“Yeah,” Mello said, shifting uncomfortably. “I was fifteen when I got here, so… yeah. When you’re a nobody, you take your licks and suck it up. You ask them politely if they’ll rip the nails off the hand you don’t shoot with. You hope they don’t blacken both eyes at once. You hope they let you tape your nose back in place after they break it. Matt, I won’t let them do anything to you that I haven’t already gone through. Got it? But up to that point, I can’t intervene. You need to understand that.”

“I understand,” Matt said quietly. “I can take it.”

“You don’t really have a choice, Matt. Either you take it, or you die.” Mello clicked his tongue, bouncing his leg nervously - a habit Matt remembered from their days together at Wammy’s House. “I’ll do what I can for you. But I can’t show favoritism. Not yet, at least. Once you prove yourself useful… Maybe. We need to ensure your survival first and foremost.”

“Yeah, that would be helpful,” Matt said, earning him a swat on the arm.

“Shut the fuck up for a minute, would you?” Mello snapped. “Once we know they aren’t planning to kill you yet, we can work on getting you out of here. I would offer to pretend to drive you out to the bay and shoot you, but we typically bring back a hand as a trophy and… well, I assume you need both of yours.”

Matt swallowed a lump in his throat. Despite the interrogations and the pain, the past few weeks felt like a floating dream. Somehow, hearing his childhood best friend discuss trophies and body parts brought Matt crashing into reality.

“You… You cut off their hands?” He asked, trying to keep the waver out of his voice.

“Well, yeah,” Mello said with just a tinge of embarrassment. “It’s just how things work. But if it’s a boss or a don, you bring back the head. Matt, don’t give me that look.”

“What look?” Matt said.

“You’re judging me,” Mello snarled.

“You literally just said you cut off people’s heads,” Matt retorted.

“Look, I never asked you to come here. Why the fuck are you here in the first place?” Mello shouted, and for once, Matt was glad for the soundproof walls.

“I was looking for you, asshole!” Matt shouted back.

The look on Mello’s face was pure shock. It took a full minute before the blonde recovered enough to clear his throat.

“You should have kept me as a memory and nothing more,” Mello said coldly. “Everything that happens to you here - it’s your fault. I told you not to follow me.”

“Do you know how many years it took to track you down, Mel?” Matt said. “How many failed attempts? I’ve spent so much of my life looking for you, and-”

“And you shouldn’t have! I was very clear, Matt. The day I left, I told you to forget me. I told you not to follow me. Forget I existed. Why couldn’t you just fucking listen?” Mello cracked his hand across Matt’s cheek, splitting the hacker’s lip. Matt reeled, his face and neck throbbing as an angry red handprint bloomed upon his skin.

“I’m not sorry, Mello,” Matt said quietly. “I made my choices.”

“And I made mine,” Mello huffed. “Fucking idiot. Now if you die, it will be my fault.”

“I never said that,” Matt argued. “I made my own choices. I got myself into this situation.”

“On my behalf, apparently,” Mello said. “Damn it, Matt. You fucking idiot. I’ll never forgive myself if you die here.”

“Well, we’ll just have to work hard to keep me alive, won’t we?” Matt said, weariness edging into his voice. “What’s the plan?”

“I don’t fucking know,” Mello snapped. After a moment, he sighed, relenting. “Okay. Here’s what we need to do. We’re going to put your skills to the test. There’s this group, Las Llaves, who have been giving us shit for the last three years. We used to partner with them to smuggle drugs across the Mexican border, but a few deals went south. A lot of our guys got killed, and a lot of their guys were incarcerated. We need their guys just as dead as ours.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, we’re going to need you to sneak a few of our men into the correctional facility. Disarm the security precautions. Disable the cameras. Get our guys in and out unscathed.”

“What for?”

“You ask too many fucking questions,” Mello glared. “It’s an assassination. We need to even the playing field. Otherwise, six of them make parole in a few weeks. If they get out of prison, they’re coming for us. And we don’t have the firepower to take on an army right now.”

“When do we do this?”

“Two weeks.”

Matt’s jaw would have hit the floor if it hadn’t been wrapped in layers of gauze.

“That’s not enough time,” Matt argued.

“Too fucking bad, Matty,” Mello said. “That’s all we have. You’ll be briefed on the details tomorrow morning. You’ll have a cell with whatever equipment you need. If you try to contact anybody outside, or if you give away anything about our location, they will not hesitate to kill you. And I will let them. Do you understand?”

“Fuck, Mello,” Matt said, closing his eyes. “Fuck.”

“You don’t have any other options right now, Matt. I can put a bullet between your eyes right now to spare you if you want. That’s the only kindness I can give you right now.”

“You’re not the Mello I remember,” Matt said.

“You’re right,” said Mello. “I’m not.”

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newbiemarvel-writer · 6 years

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The One: Part 1/?

T’Challa Udaku x Reader

So this is my first Mini-Series/ writing ever! YAY! I hope you enjoy and Im really sorry if it's cringy. Keep in mind this is the first thing I have ever written for tumblr so it's probably really bad! Ps, if my russian is off im sorry… im using google translate… oops?

Summary: When HYDRA tortured you and experimented on you, you gained the best fighting skills to exist, and an unbelievably high HQ. You specialize in everything really. But one day when you escape from your torturer, The Winter Soldier, your free and you live in hiding till Captain America and the King of Wakanda show up at your doorstep.

Italics= your thoughts

Warnings: Swearing (not too much)

Words: 1502

*your POV*

“Good morning Y/N!”

“Good morning to you too Mrs. Tuffer!”

You replied just as enthusiastically as she did (if that was even possible) as you strolled out the door from your crappy apartment building. Now you started your everyday routine, walking to your decent-paying job as a waitress at Jimmy's Coffee house.

You arrived at your job early (like usual), unlocked the doors, gave the tables a quick wipe and waited behind the counter.

It must've been 10 or so minutes before a customer came in, and you immediately took their order with a cheerful𑁋but fake𑁋smile. He made his simple order of a black coffee without looking up from his phone once.

‘Can't anyone just focus on the thing they are doing?’

You gave him his coffee with a quiet enjoy and he left. Your coworker, Ann, entered and said she could take over the counter which you gladly replied yes to. You went into the back room and found a piece of paper in the trash and a pen nearby. As soon as you sat down with the pen and paper in hand on a crate, you spotted a piece of metal and immediately got one of your worst memories.

“попробуйте его” Program him.

“Сэр?” sir? You replied, your voice wavering and questioning as to why he was asking you to program a man.

“Я сказал, что программа его или эта пуля проходит через ваш череп” I said program him or this bullet goes through your skull

Your handler said simultaneously as he pulled a gun out and pointed it directly between your eyes. You nodded, knowing what would come after if you refused anymore: brutal torture. You would always fight back, and you could easily win, but since they barely fed you and tortured you excessively, you could barely walk.

“вот слова. закончить его к концу дня” here are the words. Finish it by the end of the day.

He said solemnly as he handed you a red journal with a black star on the front.

“Это займет больше одного дня.” It’ll take longer than a day sir

“теперь не врать мне доктор, я знаю, что ты умнее этого. но плохо пусть это скользит. просто закончите.” Now don't lie to me doctor, i know you’re smarter than that, but ill let it slide. Just finish it.

You nodded quickly, and heard his boots clicking away. You smirked to yourself as you heard the door slam shut and lock. You knew you had to program him, and for that you were deeply sorry. But as you were programming him, you were creating a reverse chip to disable the program. You turned back to “the asset” and smiled apologetically, glancing at his metal arm every now and then, as he stared blankly at your face, remembering every detail, so that if he ever escaped and saw you again, he would kill you.

“Yoohoo! Y/N! Hey get up, we need you upfront! There are to many people for me! Cmon!” Ann exclaimed rather loudly. And you got up and started to make coffee and whatever the person ordered.

An hour later, a tall, bulky white man with sunglasses and a hat came in with his shorter black friend, with the same accessories. You could've sworn you’ve seen both of them before.

A couple minutes later, 2 attractive tall black women with buzz cuts walk in and sit beside the black man that came in earlier. You could see a very faint outline of a blade in one of their jacket pockets. They conversed for a couple seconds before both women turned and looked straight at you, as if they could feel your stares. You quickly turned around and headed into the backroom.

Weird. You thought. Could they be hydra? No, they can't be. Hydra would have guns not knives.

Since there wasn't a rush anymore, you went and sat back onto the crate, picked the pen up, and thought back to that memory you had a earlier. You remembered the mans striking blue eyes, but not as much as his metal arm. It intrigued you. You remember creating it for him when they first brought him back, half dead. So, you started to draw the arm. You started to draw a template of a new arm for him. Every wire, and every metal plate. It was different from the one he had back then, but it looked nicer.

I wonder where he is now after that thing with the government. I hope he's still alive.

You stuffed the drawing in your pocket and got back to work.

Throughout the day, you kept going back and forth from the counter to the back. Every time you went out front, both men and both women were still there, but the men had taken their sunglasses off.

Gosh, the black man is unrealistically attractive. Where do I remember him from?

But as soon as that thought came, it was gone and interrupted by Ann telling your shift is over. So you started to pack up, and were walked towards the door. You had a strange feeling and it didn't feel good. With your hand on the door handle you turned around to see the 4 mysterious people staring at you. As soon as they saw that you caught them staring, they all turned back around and continued talking.

As you got outside, you turned left, when your apartment building was down the right street. You picked up your pace, looked over your shoulder and noticed the two men following you. You started walking even faster.

Shit shit shit shit shit.

You turned down an alley and started to run but before you could make it out, the two women from earlier came out and blocked it.

Well great. Isn't this a cliche.

You stopped right in front of them, and started to prepare for a fight. The two women were not the least bit shocked.

I need to get out of this quick. If the two men are with them, I have no chance.

They threw the first punch. Both of them, at the same time. You started to fight back, kicking and punching where you could, and getting hit only a couple times.

Damn. these two are good. But where are the two men?

You continued to fight. If anyone walked by and saw this fiasco, they could easily see you were beating them. As you started to get more tired, you decided to end this. You slid between one of their open legs𑁋earning some cuts from the gravel𑁋turned sideways before halfway running up the brick wall, spinning your legs and kicking each one of them in the face, neither of the expecting it. When you land in between both of their unconscious bodies, you looked up and noticed the two men standing at the other end of the alley, clearly shocked. You turned around and ran up the street hearing their faint calling telling you to wait. You turned a couple more times and ran straight home, out of sight immediately.

When you got past her and into your room, you immediately grabbed your duffle bag, packing the very few items you had. You reached in your pocket to grab the blueprint for the arm to pack it as well, but couldn't find it. It wasn't in your pocket.

It must've fell out during the fight. Shit. They can use that now. fuck.

When you were running through the office of your complex, Mrs. Tuffer stopped you and said she would be coming up in a few.

Good. they can't take me if there is a witness and they wouldn't kill her.

As you were about to climb out your window, you saw the two women standing there looking both pissed and embarrassed. They also had knives in each hands.

Should I risk it?

You thought, but heard your crappy doorbell sound ring throughout your apartment. Fighting through the front door would be better.

If my guess is correct, it's probably the two men at the front. They can't possibly be as good as the girls. I'll take my chances with the men.

You grabbed your guns, one in each hand with your duffle over your shoulder and started to slowly and quietly walk towards the door. Before you could reach the door, one of the men spoke up,

”Miss, my name is Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America. I'm here with T'challa Ukaku, the king of Wakanda. We don't wanna hurt you. Can we talk? We need your help.”

You made your way to the door,looked through the peephole, and saw the Captain holding up your blueprint. You opened the door quickly, guns still in hand, and pointed the guns right between each of their eyes. You almost lost focus when you made eye contact with that really hot black guy from earlier and…. Wait. That is the King of Wakanda. Holy shit.

“Captain. Your highness. Talk.”

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