Literature
Prize for AN Pseudonym
Keeping watch across the large hallway of The Wammy House, Mello raised his hand. Behind him, Matt immediately stopped his endeavours, but remained crouched down, listening and waiting for the signal to begin again. Not that the blond boy afforded much shelter if someone was to come. At thirteen years old, he was slight and small for his age. Though younger, by a month and a half, and shorter, Matt was slightly heavier and his red hair tended to get noticed by eagle-eyed housekeepers, unless he faded into the shadows. The footsteps that Mello had heard didn't come so far as their position, outside the warden's locked office, and