This story reverts from first person to third person quite a lot so I will make sure to make a note for when it does so you don't think that I am speaking during the story.
This plot takes place sometime in-between Advent Children and Dirge of Cerberus, I haven't figured out the plot exactly yet so just work with me for a bit.
-First Person-
Third Person
A loud shot echoed through the still air. Seconds passed; they felt like hours. Then the rain. A flash of light lit up the carnage and blood, thunder mimicked the shot, and rain washed her thoughts away. He found that it was difficult to breath. Now he had no one. Why had she done that? Why would she sacrifice herself to stop him? He would never understand. He stood over her bleeding body. Was there any hope left? He picked up the girl and ran.
Maybe, just maybe, he could save her. He jumped off the roof onto the slick road, sprinting down an alleyway, hindered by his wet cloak; he carried her to Seventh Heaven.
-And this is how my story ends…
That isn't really an appropriate place to begin is it? I should start at the beginning…
So this is how my story begins…-