This is a non-profit fanfic that does not intend to infringe the rights of those who own the franchisees: X-Files; and Death Note. Translation done with DeepL and myself, forgive grammar and punctuation errors.
DEATH NOTE X-FILES
Capítulo 1: Voldor
1993, Czechoslovakia ceased to exist and separated into two countries: Czech Republic and Slovakia. The people in the streets were celebrating the event that took place not through arms, but through mutual understanding and agreement.
Over the dark clouds a figure saw the humans in drowsiness.
“How boring this is," said a strange feline creature. "I'd better go somewhere else.”
Flying at an unimaginable speed, the enigmatic entity reached what appeared to be a city nestled in a ravine.
"Strange place for a city," the creature thought, and then set his sights on a majestic snow-capped mountain with three pronounced peaks. "Just like Pompeii. Yeah, this place is interesting."
The four long tails of the strange feline waggled and held what appeared to be a black leather-bound manuscript that materialized out of nowhere.
The creature threw the manuscript away as it purred with expectation.
At the Maria de las Santas Cruzadas de Felipe II school, classes were over. The students (it was a school for women only) came out of class to go home while their white scrubs were shaken by the cold wind that foretold a short drizzle.
One of the girls didn't have a light or coppery complexion like the rest of her classmates. Her skin was coloured with ebony, which matched her sparkling, lively eyes.
Taking a bus that took her to her street, she arrived at her home where her mother was waiting for her. A sturdy woman in a tanned, slappy skirt who was busy making lunch.
“Mommy, I'm home now.”
“Good morning, my little girl, how was school?”
“Sister Griselda gave us a lot of philosophy homework and Sister Josefina told us that the Biology exam is going to be the day after tomorrow.”
“You're going to study hard, my little girl. Sister Josefina is so mean.”
The girl nodded, knowing how much fun the nun had when she failed the students and blamed them for their lack of discipline.
The girl's house was very narrow but very long. With a single entrance door that served as a bread and soft drink store for Coca-Cola and other brands. Behind the tent was the kitchen and behind it a long but narrow yard of dirt that got very muddy every time it rained. At the end of the courtyard was a three-storey room made of cement plastered adobe and painted green, and it was on the top floor that the only child lived.
The room didn't come out of the ordinary and looked very clean (her mother made the bed and swept the floor and dusted it off).
"Dust brings bad luck," she remembered, as her mother always told her.
A colorful TV was right in front of her bed and she turned it on. A cartoon that premiered a couple of years ago had just arrived in Bolivia: Beetlejuice.
Based on a movie, it was a cartoon in which a Gothic girl named Lydia Deetz met a macabre but comical ghost named Beetlejuice, and they lived through a lot of funny situations.
"I wonder what it would be like to meet a ghost like the one Lydia meets in real life," she thought as she heard a loud noise from the calamine that startled her.
Opening the window, she saw what appeared to be an old black notebook peeking out of the edge of the calamine roof.
"How did that thing fall on the ceiling?" she thought as she was stretching her body to grab the old notebook.
With a little effort the girl grabbed the strange notebook and felt a chill running down her back.
“Clarita, my little one, come and have lunch!”
“I'm coming, Mommy!" Clara replied, throwing the old notebook on her bed and going down to eat what her mother had prepared for her.
“Good afternoon," said her father, a small, skinny man with a darker pigmentation than her daughter.
“Good afternoon, Daddy.”
The dining room was located on the ground floor, which also served as a living room.
In the past only the construction of the back was present except that it was of one floor. The rest of the land was used as temporary storage for various goods that were sold in the dairy farm, then over time it was decided to put the kitchen and the store near the street.
A good chairo from La Paz accompanied by a good meal was lunch. There was never a lack of food on the table as Clara's father worked as a cook at the American Embassy.
The salary was very good and the man could take home several canned food for free, as long as them were one day before the expiration date.
After lunch her father went to the store with her mother and Clara went up to her room, which she saw when she entered made her scream, which none of her parents could hear in the distance.
It looked something like a cat but the size of a small horse. Bluish-gray in color, he had a kind of shadow that did not show his face except for a pair of eyes that glowed pale blue. At his sides he wore what appeared to be two pairs of very long horns in which he wore gold threads, metal that was also found on his neck in what was the adornment of a necklace and resembled a clover. Four very long, hairless tails were shaken and seemed to exude blood.
“What a girl, apparently you're the one who found the Death Note.”
To stop Clara from screaming or running away from the place, the shinigami used his "aura of calm" with the young girl and then introduced himself.
“My name is Voldor and I am a shinigami.”
“A shinigami, what's that?”
“I am, how should I put it?.... A god of death.”
“Are you coming to kill me?”
“No, I don't mean to kill you or your parents. See the black notebook on your bed? That's the Death Note.”
“Yes, we shinigamis write the name of the human we want to kill, and when he dies, his years of life become to add ours. It is a very valuable object, but because of events beyond my control, I lost it in the human world. You found it, and by touching it now you own the death note.”
“The... the owner?”
“If you write the name of the human you want to die, then he will die of a heart attack within forty seconds of writing the name. However, the years of those you kill with the notebook of death will not swell yours, but mine, as if I had been the one who wrote in the Death Note at the beginning.”
“I would never do such a thing.”
“You are not obliged to write any name, but I cannot remain in the human world forever, if in eighty-five days you do not use the notebook of death, I will have to kill you... Do not look at me like that, I did not make the rules, in fact nobody did, that is how things work.”
“Baby, I'm going to work now!” said her father at the door.
“All... ok dad. Have a good day.”
Clara was breathing agitated despite Voldor's "aura of tranquility".
“Don't worry, only you and no one else can see or hear me. I am like a ghost, unless I want to, my body cannot alter anything physical in the human world.”
Clara saw Voldor's side horns and long four-tailed tails collide with various things in her room, yet they did not cause any damage as the shinigami's body seemed to go through everything. Even the blood that oozed from their tails and fell to the floor, after a couple of seconds, disappeared without a trace.
“Please take the notebook of death and leave me alone," Clara begged him, who got down on her knees and began to cry.
“Impossible. Besides, wouldn't you like to purge the world of those who shouldn't be here because of their sins?”
“No, I told you I would never do something like that!”
“Do not be hasty, after all, how could any human know that you use the notebook of death? No one in this world believes in the existence of magic or the supernatural.”
Voldor jumped back and became invisible to Clara as her last words echoed through the young girl's brain as if they were some sort of supernatural echo.
At FBI headquarters in Washington DC, Agent Fox Mulder snorted in frustration at the denial that his "investigation department" would receive more resources.
Located in the basement, his " department " and its objectives were considered a joke by the rest of the FBI agents. He had received only one grant, which consisted of the assignment of an agent to "help" him in his cases. That help consisted of Special Agent Dana Scully, who admitted that she was appointed by a special committee to discredit his work with the secret X files.
Mulder thanked the woman for her brutal display of truthfulness, as Scully also assured him that despite the intentions of her superiors, she would only evaluate his work in the most scientific and impartial way possible. After a couple of assignments he saw that Scully had fallen from the sky because she was very competent, yet she was the type of person who would never have an open mind.
"I'm making Scully impatient," Mulder thought as he looked at his UFO sign. "I better find something she can't explain scientifically or else she'll recommend closing the X-Files."
"I may need to widen the search for cases and see if there are reports of UFOs in places other than the United States."
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