Dream ♊ 003
[ooc: Persona 3 Spoilers, descriptions of gore]
The evening air is cool as Akihiko heads into an alley, moving into an area tucked away behind a few buildings. Despite the location and the young punks staring in his direction, it seems nothing can spoil his mood.
"Hey! Shinji!" he calls out, smiling as he raises his arm to wave to a young man in a red trench coat. The other boy nods and stands and raises a hand as indication that he's got his attention. He begins to walk toward Akihiko--
*BANG*
Shinji suddenly collapses to the pavement, a bullet wound straight in the back of his head. Blood gushes out across the ground, debris from his skull blown out. The youth makes no sound, his body laying still.
"Sh-- SHINJI!!"
Akihiko stumbles back, staring in horror at his friend's corpse. His body trembles and it becomes hard to breathe, breathing in shallow gasps. He falls to his knees and reaches out to touch the wound. A shaky hand attempts to stroke Shinji's hair as Akihiko's vision starts to cloud over. He squeezes his eyes shut to fight the tears, fingers gripping his friend's skull. Blood and bits of pulpy flesh ooze around his dark glove as he struggles to fight back a sob.
It happened so quickly. He didn't act in time, he wasn't strong enough, he--
"Hnpf," an unfamiliar voice grunts.
Akihiko's eyes fly open and he jerks his head up to see a lithe and creepy man standing a short distance away. A revolver in his hand, he places it in the holster attached to his hip. The stranger raises an eyebrow at Akihiko, lips curling into a cruel smile.
"Such a pity..." he says, his voice ringing with an almost playful tone. "I was under the impression he was supposed to be tough..."
The boxer feels numb as he stares ahead of him, looking into the face of pale man. All his sorrow is gone, replaced by nothing but anger. Slowly, he moves to his feet. Eyes locked ahead of him, burning fiercly. His fists shaking with rage, Akihiko pulls the gun from the holster on his side and raises it to his temple. Eyes narrowing in on the man before him, he pulls the trigger.
A shot rings out, the screen turning black.
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[Akihiko bolts awake, drenched in a thin layer of sweat. He breathes heavily for a moment, bringing a hand to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. He remains like this for only a moment before letting out a sigh and flopping back down in his bed.]
The evening air is cool as Akihiko heads into an alley, moving into an area tucked away behind a few buildings. Despite the location and the young punks staring in his direction, it seems nothing can spoil his mood.
"Hey! Shinji!" he calls out, smiling as he raises his arm to wave to a young man in a red trench coat. The other boy nods and stands and raises a hand as indication that he's got his attention. He begins to walk toward Akihiko--
*BANG*
Shinji suddenly collapses to the pavement, a bullet wound straight in the back of his head. Blood gushes out across the ground, debris from his skull blown out. The youth makes no sound, his body laying still.
"Sh-- SHINJI!!"
Akihiko stumbles back, staring in horror at his friend's corpse. His body trembles and it becomes hard to breathe, breathing in shallow gasps. He falls to his knees and reaches out to touch the wound. A shaky hand attempts to stroke Shinji's hair as Akihiko's vision starts to cloud over. He squeezes his eyes shut to fight the tears, fingers gripping his friend's skull. Blood and bits of pulpy flesh ooze around his dark glove as he struggles to fight back a sob.
It happened so quickly. He didn't act in time, he wasn't strong enough, he--
"Hnpf," an unfamiliar voice grunts.
Akihiko's eyes fly open and he jerks his head up to see a lithe and creepy man standing a short distance away. A revolver in his hand, he places it in the holster attached to his hip. The stranger raises an eyebrow at Akihiko, lips curling into a cruel smile.
"Such a pity..." he says, his voice ringing with an almost playful tone. "I was under the impression he was supposed to be tough..."
The boxer feels numb as he stares ahead of him, looking into the face of pale man. All his sorrow is gone, replaced by nothing but anger. Slowly, he moves to his feet. Eyes locked ahead of him, burning fiercly. His fists shaking with rage, Akihiko pulls the gun from the holster on his side and raises it to his temple. Eyes narrowing in on the man before him, he pulls the trigger.
A shot rings out, the screen turning black.
----------
[Akihiko bolts awake, drenched in a thin layer of sweat. He breathes heavily for a moment, bringing a hand to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. He remains like this for only a moment before letting out a sigh and flopping back down in his bed.]