[There's no way Light wasn't going to whip around when he hears the revving of what must be a chainsaw. It breaks the silence that lingers in the hall, immediately quickening his pulse, making adrenaline lance through his veins. What's he to do, honestly, other than turn on his heel and face where the noise is coming from, where he can hear footfalls approaching. What else but reach into his pocket where he keeps the scalpel he had taken weeks ago, fingers fumbling around its handle-]
What-
[The sight is familiar; or at least, the mask certainly is. But this isn't Akira, that much is obvious based on the stature of this person coming at him, smaller. Petite. Hands shaking.
Hands shaking.]
Stop! [-the yell comes along with Light whipping his scalpel out, swiping at his assailant. It's comical, almost; a scalpel versus a chainsaw, something that he's trying very hard to twist his body out of its path. It's all done on instinct. What isn't based on instinct is the way his mind is churning, trying to latch onto what he sees is doubt in the other, because by god he's not going to die like this.]
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What-
[The sight is familiar; or at least, the mask certainly is. But this isn't Akira, that much is obvious based on the stature of this person coming at him, smaller. Petite. Hands shaking.
Hands shaking.]
Stop! [-the yell comes along with Light whipping his scalpel out, swiping at his assailant. It's comical, almost; a scalpel versus a chainsaw, something that he's trying very hard to twist his body out of its path. It's all done on instinct. What isn't based on instinct is the way his mind is churning, trying to latch onto what he sees is doubt in the other, because by god he's not going to die like this.]
What the hell are you doing?!
[murder obviously, light]