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~Dirty Harry~

The sound of imaginary footsteps echoed in my otherwise empty mind. Every one of them desperately trying to run away from sheer terror. I couldn't move, or talk, or see, or feel any sensation at all. Just the lingering echoes of terrified footsteps. I wanted to move along with the flow of things yet only my spirit seem unbound by any constraints. I was forced to endure every... single... bit.
"STOP! WHY WOULD YOU DO SUCH A THI-"
Bang! The pitch of a gunshot shot around my imaginitive vision like a extremely bouncy ball in a small room. Imagination tends to put yourself in the middle of the action, out of all places. Sheer terror once again stabbed itself into my mind.
Cries of fear echoed elsewhere in my mind. There were too many to distinguish which individual was which - I never grew up blinded in darkness in my entire life, ever. The atmosphere grew even denser and denser with unequalled fear. What seemed to be one moment turned out to be mere eternity for the person on the other end of the barrel.
"WHY? WHY MY FAM-"
Bang bang! The pitch shot around once again. Not to add the slow but solid thud crashing to its surroundings of this imagination. Well, if it can be called that anyway.
The true reality of my imagination began to show itself. Faint silhouette outlines appeared in my vision, yet they only fixated on one pose or action in stillness. Photography of a person without any details of where or what they were doing currently, as I would think.
Each sound that came to light, no matter how faint, showed what and where each silhouette was. However, the silhouettes was dependant on the intensity of the actual sound itself - the louder it was, the more it became a realistic manifestation. Even with this fact, the increasing intensity of volume would destroy what was left of my head if it were a normal reality.
It was not my own reality. This was not the place I am fond with. It was a place of sheer terror, with a presence far greater than anything I could possibly handle with my own two hands. The person has a gun and no such remorse or regret as such in using such bloody tool.
"RUN!"
A familiar voice ran through my head. It was her heavenly voice, the one with the blue violin. My vision frantically searched for her presence yet to no avail. It was so sudden that she caught me in a surprise, while my mind was still stuck in a stupor of fear.
"RUN! AMERIUS! RUN!"
Immediately I saw her outline from the sidelines. Her face was obscured within this reality yet I could tell it was her. Her dress was frayed and torn in several places yet nothing too serious to show. The lines of her hair were in a frantic mess. Something was definately not right. Something omnious loomed over her head, and mine.
"AMERIUS!"
Amerius. Who was this person? Although unfamiliar, it seemed to attach its meaning onto me. It was as though it was something that I had forgotten long ago. I know this reality had to have its meaning but what exactly? Everything seemed to slowly click into place. One piece of information came after another after a long thought. I now knew what he meant all along. I was surprised I had fallen down the rabbit hole.
The woman screamed, piercing the seemingly non-existant walls of the reality. However, behind those walls was the person I had been fearing throughout this whole time - the man with the gun. The man was the typical gunslinger, with his long rugged trenchcoat, the hat and bandana masking his face; and the weapon of choice - a revolver. Smith and Wesson .44, complete with a bandolier full of bullets. Odds of her survival were not so good.
"AMERIUS!"
That one split second showed the truth of this reality. The gunslinger wasn't aiming for her. He was for me. Everything shot into my head as the bullet ran between my 'eyes'. The reality of two worlds coming together crushed my whole mind into a single entity.
A cold sweat had greeted my arrival back into my original reality. A name resounded in my head that needed to be spoken out. The truth and its light shone through.
Her name. Her true name is Viola Cell.
And my own name? I am Amerius. Nothing more, nothing less.