Italics- thoughts
bold and italics- dream
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*bang*
*darkness*
"Is he awake yet?"
"No… neither of them are."
He could faintly hear the words being spoken by two unknown people. The words echoed in his head, and he struggled to comprehend them. 'Neither of them were awake'… Neither… himself… and who? Father? Father!
*Bang*
"Aghh!!!"
*Darkness*
He was slowly slipping in and out of consciousness. He couldn't feel anything. But he could hear everything.
*Bang*
"Aghh!!!"
A noise… a gunshot… one single gunshot. Coming from… where? It seemed to be coming… from the back of his head!
"Agghhh!"
Who was screaming?! It seemed to be playing over and over inside his head… a gunshot, a scream, then… nothing. He could't be dreaming, it felt so… real. And he could faintly hear the two voices from before talking to each other, but he couldn't understand the words they were sayin them anymore. He was slipping out of consciousness again.
"Wh…what are you doing?!!?"
"Stop… breathing…my… air!!!!!!"
No…! He had to save him… he had to do something…
*Bang!*
*Darkness*
He was surrounded by darkness… everything was closing in around him… he could see nothing. He was in a box… no, a room… no, an elevator? The darkness disappeared, and his father was lying on the ground… dead! No! His father couldn't be dead! Not him! He looked down at his hands. They were red. His entire body was red. Blood red.. an earsplitting scream pierced the air…
And Miles Edgeworth opened his eyes.