Re: Mello [Part 5/5] Wow I suck at estimating.worldsrunnerupMay 18 2010, 03:22:10 UTC
First Person Sample: There’s not much to say. In the long run, I don’t really matter. I’m just another guy, another life, another name you don’t know, another face you wouldn’t recognize. I’m the loser, the world’s runner up. Perpetually second when everyone knows first is the only place that counts. That’s why I don’t write about myself. I, personally, don’t have a story worth telling. But I can be a narrator, a guide through the life of quite possibly the single most important man of our time. I can tell you about a man who lived and died for justice. The world’s greatest detective, actually all three of the world’s greatest detectives.
Third Person Sample: For half a second after his finger found the button everything stopped; the alarms quieted, his breath caught, the button remained depressed. Mello had time to properly register the horrified look on Yagami’s face before everything happened, before the world sped up, before time went too fast as if making up for that half second that lasted so long.
Everything was so loud he thought his eardrums would bleed and burst and so hot he was shocked he wasn’t reduced to ash. Mello’s eyes squeezed closed just before impact, just before the wall crumbled behind him, under him. The second before the fall. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears, a rushed rhythm beneath chaos: splintering, cracking, screaming. He could hear one scream clearest of all. It was a hoarse howl; so alien it made his skin crawl.
The smell of burning meat flared his nostrils. This was what made his eyes flick opened, made the pain register, made him realize he was burning, that he was the one screaming. With all his strength Mello rolled the fire out. He gritted his teeth in silence as shockwaves of pain shot through him. It crescendoed into nothing. Everything on his left side was numb.
One hand found his cell phone, clawing it from his pocket. The other found the unhurt crucifix hanging around his neck, squeezing it. He only had to press one button before letting his hand fall to his side. “Matt,” he breathed, shocked that his voice worked, “help me.”
First Person Sample: There’s not much to say. In the long run, I don’t really matter. I’m just another guy, another life, another name you don’t know, another face you wouldn’t recognize. I’m the loser, the world’s runner up. Perpetually second when everyone knows first is the only place that counts. That’s why I don’t write about myself. I, personally, don’t have a story worth telling. But I can be a narrator, a guide through the life of quite possibly the single most important man of our time. I can tell you about a man who lived and died for justice. The world’s greatest detective, actually all three of the world’s greatest detectives.
Third Person Sample: For half a second after his finger found the button everything stopped; the alarms quieted, his breath caught, the button remained depressed. Mello had time to properly register the horrified look on Yagami’s face before everything happened, before the world sped up, before time went too fast as if making up for that half second that lasted so long.
Everything was so loud he thought his eardrums would bleed and burst and so hot he was shocked he wasn’t reduced to ash. Mello’s eyes squeezed closed just before impact, just before the wall crumbled behind him, under him. The second before the fall. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears, a rushed rhythm beneath chaos: splintering, cracking, screaming. He could hear one scream clearest of all. It was a hoarse howl; so alien it made his skin crawl.
The smell of burning meat flared his nostrils. This was what made his eyes flick opened, made the pain register, made him realize he was burning, that he was the one screaming. With all his strength Mello rolled the fire out. He gritted his teeth in silence as shockwaves of pain shot through him. It crescendoed into nothing. Everything on his left side was numb.
One hand found his cell phone, clawing it from his pocket. The other found the unhurt crucifix hanging around his neck, squeezing it. He only had to press one button before letting his hand fall to his side. “Matt,” he breathed, shocked that his voice worked, “help me.”
Links: http://deathnote.wikia.com/wiki/Mello
Notes: None. :P
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