Death Note: The Art Of Revenge.

Wallflower Blush sat alone on a bench behind Canterlot High, the school that she goes to. Now, she wasn’t sitting alone because she was sad, or had no friends… well it’s a combination of both. She was… shy, a doormat, a push-over, a… Wallflower. And a Wallflower she was. Of course, her main activity wasn’t sitting only, no, it was only top four. Third, was reading. As a Wallflower, this meant an easy get-away from the hustle and bustle of her classmates’ busy lives. Second was sleeping. You can’t feel sad, or suicidal while sleeping… most of the time. And first, which was her top priority, was gardening. It made her feel happy to tend to things that can’t do her wrong, can’t back-stab her, can’t spread rumors about her, can’t do anything but listen and be watered, pruned and given sunlight. The perfect best friend.

THUD.

Wallflower winced in pain as a book hit her on the head. Unfortunately, her reputation as a loner who speaks to flowers didn’t make this uncommon. “Hey! Why would you…” No-one was there. Did they throw it from the roof? No, no student access there. From the woods? Must have been one hell of a throw since it’s about nine yards away from her. So that left only one option, the tree she was sitting under. Looking up expecting to see someone, she was presented with nothing but birds, bark, and leaves. Did a bird throw it? No, the universe didn’t hate her that much… yet.

Turning around, Wallflower finally noticed the book lying on the ground about two feet away from her. Taking a quick look around to clarify that no-one was here, she stood up and grabbed the offending book. It was a very plain notebook that’s main color was black, except the title that was in a scary white font: Death Note it read. Bemused at such a creepy looking book, Wallflower decided to pocket her score, maybe she could sell it for something. Checking her watch to notice class was in 5 minutes, she stowed her new possession away in her grey backpack and headed into the large school building.

Traversing the halls wasn’t too hard, but she had to make a large detour as the art-wing on the left side of the school was currently under renovations. Dodging in between two workmen, she crossed the hall to her classroom where Mrs. Harshwinny ushered her inside. Sitting down at her desk, complex algebra filled her mind, that odd book slowly drifted out.

RING

Being knocked out of her thoughts about how she hated this class, the bell ringed alerting over 1000 students of Canterlot High to leave. Grabbing her bag on instinct she was stop by Mrs. Harshwinny’s scratchy voice. “The bell alerts me, not you!” Mrs. Harshwinny said in her usual fashion, “Since tests are coming up, you are all getting 4 more sheets of algebra.” A groan was release in the classroom as Mrs. Harshwinny grabbed more sheets of paper from her drawer.

“But Mrs…” A partly brave soul said putting his hand up, “You gave us 2 more sheets yesterday!”

“No buts, Micro Chips.” Said Mrs. Harshwinny grabbing more papers. Soon enough, Mrs. Harshwinny allowed the students to leave, but not without a few more quips: “No running!” “Is that gum?” “Sit down!

The class finally exited the building with Wallflower wondering if she needed a back-brace to hold her heavy bag from all the homework. Nevertheless, she walked briskly home through her neighborhood to her 2-story house where she and her mom lived alone. Smiling at being so close to her safe haven, she pushed open the front door remembering to greet her mom and thank her for watering her plants- to quickly run upstairs to her room to her room’s door. Breathing a sigh of relief, Wallflower pushed the door open.

Wallflower entered her upstairs room. It was a basic room by no-means. Just a bed, dresser, table and chair with her windowsill lined with plants. Flopping down on her chair with its usual rebellious squeak, Wallflower took out her homework for Algebra… about 7 pages of pure white and black paper stared back at her. ‘Screw it, I’ll just fail’. Shoving the papers into her desk to never be seen again, Wallflower dug deeper into her bag desperate for entertainment of some kind. That’s when she remember that black notebook. Fishing it out of the front pocket, she was once again greeted with that same book. Even though how plain it was, something was sinister about it. Opening it up she read the first few lines:

The human whose name is written in this note shall die.

This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.

If the cause of death is written within the next 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.

If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.

After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.

Slowly closing the book Wallflower sunk into her chair. Many thoughts ran through her mind: ‘Well this is a joke’, ‘I should throw this in the bin’, but the dominate thought was, ‘Does it work?’. Did she want it to work? No…. “What kind of sicko prankster would give me this… book.”

“Oh well that just hurts.” Mocked a voice behind her.

Swiveling around, she saw a monster. He… she guessed looked like a human, just like her, except he was at least a foot taller than her, had pale skin, skin-tight black cloths, and eyes that bulged out all while floating a foot above the ground.

“Well? Aren’t you gonna scream? Scram? Plea for your life?” The monster said again.

Wallflower who had never believed in the paranormal up until this point fell out of her chair while clutching the notebook. “Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean it when I called you a sicko.” Wallflower sobbed, “Are you here… for the book? Just take it!” Wallflower added knowing the easiest why out of these paranormal situations was to help the demon.

“Nah, I’m here to help you, kiddo.” He said with a smile that somehow bulged out more than his eyes.

“W-what?” Wallflower stammered.

“Let’s start over, and you’d better not make me start over again.” He said with a stern tone but maintained his unholy smile and stare. “I’m a Shinigami, a god of death! I basically kill people.”

“I… but-.” Wallflower said but was ultimately cut off.

“No buts! Just go with it! You don’t want me to start over, again do you?” The Shinigami hissed somehow staring at her even though his askew eyes were most likely staring at her bed and wall.

“I... okay.” Wallflower started, “How do I know you’re legit, though?”

“Oh, a non-believer here, ah?” The Shinigami said with a chuckle. “Watch.” And with that, all the plants on the windowsill died. Wallflower’s mouth fell open. If this was a prank, it was a very elaborate one. Deciding that it wasn’t time to reprimand the Shinigami for killing her plants, Wallflower made the executive decision to listen to the Shinigami.

“I… sorry for not believing you… I guess you want to… help me. But with what?”

“Ah, strait to business, aren’t we? Well, I can work with that. Correct, I’m here to help you, but to do that you need to help me by trusting me. I don’t need anything except your co-operation.” He stated with his repulsive smile growing in size.

“And what if I don’t agree?” Tested Wallflower fearing the worst.

“Nothing. I just take the book.” The Shinigami said calmly.

“What?” Wallflower said confused.

“Yeah, I just pass it onto someone else more… deserving and let them use its powers!” The Shinigami said leaning closer to Wallflower.

“The power…” Wallflower said thinking back to what the book said: “The human whose name is written in this note shall die.”.

Noticing the look of recognition in the girl’s eyes, he dropped the hook and line. “I’m aware that you are bullied badly, imagine if those bullies die?”

“I… I… NO.” Wallflower said suddenly, “I can’t just kill people!”

“Technically I’m killing them, you’re just writing the instructions.” The Shinigami uttered.

“But that’s still murder, I’ll be the executioner!”

“But doesn’t that make it all the greater! All those people will die at your hands! Everyone who ever hurt you will suffer.”

Wallflower stood up and ‘faced’ the Shinigami even though it was a foot above her. “Still, as much as I hate them… no-one deserves to die!”

“What about Sunset Shimmer?”

“How… did.” Wallflower uttered. In all fairness, Wallflower did want Sunset Shimmer to die. Wallflower spent years building her reputation only for it to be shattered by Sunset, with no consequence for her in the end. Everyone just forgave her with that whole rainbow thing, she turned into a literal demon for crying out loud. And no-one cared… and everyone still hated Wallflower. The Shinigami turned around to hide his bursting smile, and dropped the sinker:

“That creep, Zephyr Breeze. Those duo bullies, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. That cyber-bullying trio of the CMC. That braggart Beatrix Lulamoon. And dozens more (The author will properly find out) all have something in common aside from bulling. You know what that is?” At this point Wallflower and the Shinigami were staring into each other’s eyes as the Shinigami tilted her head up, “They are still out there. Still bulling and causing unrest… you can stop this Wallflower.” Leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Become somebody…”

Wallflower backed down and fell onto her chair. “Why… did you give me this book?”

“Because I saw a talent in you Wallflower, a talent to rightfully kill.”

Wallflower was too speechless to talk. She knew it was wrong but… the power that it entailed was the way to get out of her dead life… save others… at the cost of those horrible people. The Shinigami suppressed a chuckle at her quivering hand that held the book. “How about this…” The Shinigami said making Wallflower look back up at him. “I’ll return in one week. If no-one’s name is written in that book, you WILL give it back to me. If there is a name written… well, we will get to that. Is it a deal?” Wallflower looked down at his hand… and shook it.

“Great… I’ll be back in a week.”

“Wait!” Wallflower yelled making the Shinigami pause.

“What’s your name?” The Shinigami paused again, before answering.

“Shinigami don’t have names, but you can call me Aconitum.”

And with that, he disappeared.

Squeak…

“Honey? Who are you talking to?” Wallflowers mom said poking her head around from the door.

“No-one… mom.”