Warnings: Guns, explosives, violence, blood, death threats, mentions of death Themes: Friendship, protection
Memory One It's inside of a train booth, that much is obvious - fancier and larger than the ones on board the Voidtrecker, but recognizable nonetheless. It might be a bit different than people are used to though, since the point of view is very low, from a child's perspective. The room also seems to be slowly filling with smoke.
You have a phone. You can hear sounds through it, somebody shuffling through a train hallway. "Kaito Kid," you mutter, "is that really..."
Your thoughts are interrupted by a clear voice, coming both through the phone and also from outside the room you're in. You hold your breath.
"You really are Hell Angel's daughter. You look just like her." The voice is familiar - confident, an adult man's voice that has nothing to fear at all. "A pleasure to meet you. My codename is 'Bourbon'."
You can hardly breathe, the fear overwhelming. And you're not even facing the man, just hearing his voice as he addresses somebody else.
"Do you recall hearing this codename before? I've met your family before."
It is your turn. You speak into the phone, barely a whisper. "Yes, I've heard of you." As you speak this, you hear another voice, both through the phone and the door - a woman's voice. Your voice, from before the change. Kaito Kid. You continue. "You're a member of the Organization, and the rival to my sister's boyfriend, Dai Moroboshi. From what my sister told me, there was a lot of animosity between you two." Just as before, your lines are repeated by the person on the other end of the phone, out in the hallway outside this room.
The smoke in the room is getting thicker.
Bourbon speaks again. "Indeed. Just as I suspected, he turned out to be an FBI dog. I couldn't believe the reports that he'd been killed after betraying the Organization, so I disguised myself as him and wandered around people close to him to watch their reactions. But all I could figure out from that is that he really is dead. Anyway, my partner who helped me make that disguise is the one who's now disguising as him in my place now. The fact that you've appeared before me shows how much she terrifies you." A shiver of fear runs down your spine. "Now, would you put your hands up and slowly walk backwards? We'll go to the luggage car behind Carriage 8."
There's shuffling outside and over the phone, and you hear Kaito Kid being led away by Bourbon. You let out a breath of partial relief, but you're still not done yet.
Bourbon's voice comes in again, this time only through the phone. His voice is smug, the sound of a man who knows he's won. "Now, please open the door and head inside. Fear not. I intend to take you back to the Organization alive. I'm going to destroy the link between these two carriages with an explosive, and break off the luggage car. And after it stops, my partners will come and collect you. Until then, I'm afraid I'll have to knock you out. But don't worry. You'll be sleeping at a safe distance from the door, so you don't need to worry about getting caught in the explosion."
You consider how to respond to this one, but your adult voice - Kaito Kid - speaks up without you prompting. "Apparently I do have to worry. This luggage car is full of explosives. Looks like there was a slip-up in your preparations."
Full of explosives? Bourbon wants you alive, which meant...
Bourbon's line summarises your thoughts. "I see. Vermouth really is determined to kill you, no matter what... Guess I have no choice. How about you come this way?"
Kaito Kid spoke again using your voice. "Sorry, but I decline."
You can feel your heart thumping in her chest, and--
Memory Two You are on the ground, hard concrete on your back and a heavy weight on your front. It's dark outside, nighttime, and the sounds of the nearby ocean are loud, nearby.
The weight on your front is a teenage girl, far larger than you own child body. Ran Mouri. Ran has you pinned down, arms wrapped around you, although mostly she's just laying on top of you.
From the direction your feet are pointing in, the voice of an adult woman. "Now, move away from that brown-haired girl!" Ran's hair is a very dark brown, almost black, so the one being referred to is yourself, with your very light brown hair. You can just make out the form of the woman talking, a white woman, American or European probably, with long blond hair. She's holding a gun.
Hearing her words, you struggle to get Ran off of you. Your heart is thumping, adrenaline coursing. The woman shouts "Hurry, if you don't want to die!"
As you struggles, Ran pulls you against her. "No, don't move!"
The unknown woman continues. "Now, if you don't want to die!" There's the sound of gunshots, two of them, and bits of concrete near the two of you are knocked up as they're struck by bullets.
"Stop!" Ran shouts, but the woman continues firing the gun. Once, twice. Then a third, and a fourth. That's six shots so far. The shots miss you and Ran though, warning shots. Ran pulls you in, using her own body to shield you.
It's a situation where one or both of you might die, but you haven't felt like this in a long time... protected. You don't even know how to react. Your eyes are wide with shock and surprise, and you're unable to find the strength to struggle against Ran any further.
In your mind, you remember Akemi. That was the last time you felt like this, isn't it? "Sister," you think to herself.
Memory Three With a gasp, Haibara pulls herself up out of a chimney and onto a large, flat rooftop. It's cold, very cold - it's snowing, and snow has built up on the rooftop already. Haibara's dressed only in some overalls and a worker's jacket, not even any shoes, so the cold is biting, but she ignores it.
Her body is already weak from a fever, her breathing labored, but she ignores that, too. The adrenaline coursing through her veins is keeping her going.
As she leans back against the chimney, it becomes clear that this isn't Haibara as anybody on the train knows her. Her point of view is much too high, and the body seen underneath the worker's uniform is that of an adult, or at least a girl in her late teens.
She sighs in relief, closing her eyes for a moment. It's only a moment though, before a sharp pain is felt in her shoulder, and the shot of a gun, partially muffled from a silencer but recognizable to Haibara's ears, is heard. Her eyes open, wide with shock, and sh sees the white snow in front of her splattered with blood.
She turns around. Behind her, at a doorway exiting to the rooftop from inside, are two men. One of them, broad-shouldered and muscled, wearing shades even now when it's growing darker outside. The other, a tall man with long blond hair and a crazed look in his eyes, is holding the gun that shot Haibara. Both of them are wearing long black tench coats and black hats.
It's that blond man who speaks up, his tone condescending and a little bit deranged. "I missed you, Sherry!"
Haibara pulls herself to her feet, unsteady in her movements and posture, tightly gripping the exit wound of the gunshot on her shoulder with one hand. The pain is a lot, but she's also got a fever and a load of adrenaline to keep her from feeling all of it. "I'm surprised you knew I'd be coming out of this chimney." He was waiting for her, after all, she thought.
The man smirks, using his free hand to pull something from his coat. "It was this hair. I found this reddish-brown hair of yours near the chimney." With his other hand, he levels the gun at Haibara - Sherry? - again. "I could have killed you inside that dirty chimney, but I thought I could at least let your death flower bloom."
Haibara's breathing was labored, now more than before. In addition to the sickness, the pain of the bullet wound was acting against her. Panic was trying to well up within her as well, but it was met with a stoic realization that this would be where she died. "Oh my, I guess I should thank you, for waiting for me in this cold." Haibara grinned a little as she said that, a little banter with her killer as her words formed mist in the cold air.
"I'll ask you while those lips still move," the man with the gun said, his partner still silent. "How did you disappear from the Organization's gas room!?" His voice was more demanding now, not at all playing.
Haibara grimaced, but didn't answer.
And when she didn't.... the man pulled the trigger on his gun. A sharp pain shot up from Haibara's hip as the bullet grazed her leg. Then he fired a second time, causing pain to bloom from the same shoulder that he had already shot. A third shot rang out, and Haibara took a step backwards as the bullet pierced the opposite shoulder. Blood splattered onto her face, soaked into her clothes.
She staggered, fell to her knees, and then fell to the side, collapsing into the snow as red stained it all around her.
For the first time, the other man talks. "Bro, she's not going to talk."
"I guess there's nothing we can do." Haibara looks up from her position on the ground. The man with the gun is pointing it at her head this time. "Let's send her to meet her sister, whom we sent first."
Ai Haibara | Emily2
Themes: Friendship, protection
Memory One It's inside of a train booth, that much is obvious - fancier and larger than the ones on board the Voidtrecker, but recognizable nonetheless. It might be a bit different than people are used to though, since the point of view is very low, from a child's perspective. The room also seems to be slowly filling with smoke.
You have a phone. You can hear sounds through it, somebody shuffling through a train hallway. "Kaito Kid," you mutter, "is that really..."
Your thoughts are interrupted by a clear voice, coming both through the phone and also from outside the room you're in. You hold your breath.
"You really are Hell Angel's daughter. You look just like her." The voice is familiar - confident, an adult man's voice that has nothing to fear at all. "A pleasure to meet you. My codename is 'Bourbon'."
You can hardly breathe, the fear overwhelming. And you're not even facing the man, just hearing his voice as he addresses somebody else.
"Do you recall hearing this codename before? I've met your family before."
It is your turn. You speak into the phone, barely a whisper. "Yes, I've heard of you." As you speak this, you hear another voice, both through the phone and the door - a woman's voice. Your voice, from before the change. Kaito Kid. You continue. "You're a member of the Organization, and the rival to my sister's boyfriend, Dai Moroboshi. From what my sister told me, there was a lot of animosity between you two." Just as before, your lines are repeated by the person on the other end of the phone, out in the hallway outside this room.
The smoke in the room is getting thicker.
Bourbon speaks again. "Indeed. Just as I suspected, he turned out to be an FBI dog. I couldn't believe the reports that he'd been killed after betraying the Organization, so I disguised myself as him and wandered around people close to him to watch their reactions. But all I could figure out from that is that he really is dead. Anyway, my partner who helped me make that disguise is the one who's now disguising as him in my place now. The fact that you've appeared before me shows how much she terrifies you." A shiver of fear runs down your spine. "Now, would you put your hands up and slowly walk backwards? We'll go to the luggage car behind Carriage 8."
There's shuffling outside and over the phone, and you hear Kaito Kid being led away by Bourbon. You let out a breath of partial relief, but you're still not done yet.
Bourbon's voice comes in again, this time only through the phone. His voice is smug, the sound of a man who knows he's won. "Now, please open the door and head inside. Fear not. I intend to take you back to the Organization alive. I'm going to destroy the link between these two carriages with an explosive, and break off the luggage car. And after it stops, my partners will come and collect you. Until then, I'm afraid I'll have to knock you out. But don't worry. You'll be sleeping at a safe distance from the door, so you don't need to worry about getting caught in the explosion."
You consider how to respond to this one, but your adult voice - Kaito Kid - speaks up without you prompting. "Apparently I do have to worry. This luggage car is full of explosives. Looks like there was a slip-up in your preparations."
Full of explosives? Bourbon wants you alive, which meant...
Bourbon's line summarises your thoughts. "I see. Vermouth really is determined to kill you, no matter what... Guess I have no choice. How about you come this way?"
Kaito Kid spoke again using your voice. "Sorry, but I decline."
You can feel your heart thumping in her chest, and--
Memory Two You are on the ground, hard concrete on your back and a heavy weight on your front. It's dark outside, nighttime, and the sounds of the nearby ocean are loud, nearby.
The weight on your front is a teenage girl, far larger than you own child body. Ran Mouri. Ran has you pinned down, arms wrapped around you, although mostly she's just laying on top of you.
From the direction your feet are pointing in, the voice of an adult woman. "Now, move away from that brown-haired girl!" Ran's hair is a very dark brown, almost black, so the one being referred to is yourself, with your very light brown hair. You can just make out the form of the woman talking, a white woman, American or European probably, with long blond hair. She's holding a gun.
Hearing her words, you struggle to get Ran off of you. Your heart is thumping, adrenaline coursing. The woman shouts "Hurry, if you don't want to die!"
As you struggles, Ran pulls you against her. "No, don't move!"
The unknown woman continues. "Now, if you don't want to die!" There's the sound of gunshots, two of them, and bits of concrete near the two of you are knocked up as they're struck by bullets.
"Stop!" Ran shouts, but the woman continues firing the gun. Once, twice. Then a third, and a fourth. That's six shots so far. The shots miss you and Ran though, warning shots. Ran pulls you in, using her own body to shield you.
It's a situation where one or both of you might die, but you haven't felt like this in a long time... protected. You don't even know how to react. Your eyes are wide with shock and surprise, and you're unable to find the strength to struggle against Ran any further.
In your mind, you remember Akemi. That was the last time you felt like this, isn't it? "Sister," you think to herself.
Memory Three With a gasp, Haibara pulls herself up out of a chimney and onto a large, flat rooftop. It's cold, very cold - it's snowing, and snow has built up on the rooftop already. Haibara's dressed only in some overalls and a worker's jacket, not even any shoes, so the cold is biting, but she ignores it.
Her body is already weak from a fever, her breathing labored, but she ignores that, too. The adrenaline coursing through her veins is keeping her going.
As she leans back against the chimney, it becomes clear that this isn't Haibara as anybody on the train knows her. Her point of view is much too high, and the body seen underneath the worker's uniform is that of an adult, or at least a girl in her late teens.
She sighs in relief, closing her eyes for a moment. It's only a moment though, before a sharp pain is felt in her shoulder, and the shot of a gun, partially muffled from a silencer but recognizable to Haibara's ears, is heard. Her eyes open, wide with shock, and sh sees the white snow in front of her splattered with blood.
She turns around. Behind her, at a doorway exiting to the rooftop from inside, are two men. One of them, broad-shouldered and muscled, wearing shades even now when it's growing darker outside. The other, a tall man with long blond hair and a crazed look in his eyes, is holding the gun that shot Haibara. Both of them are wearing long black tench coats and black hats.
It's that blond man who speaks up, his tone condescending and a little bit deranged. "I missed you, Sherry!"
Haibara pulls herself to her feet, unsteady in her movements and posture, tightly gripping the exit wound of the gunshot on her shoulder with one hand. The pain is a lot, but she's also got a fever and a load of adrenaline to keep her from feeling all of it. "I'm surprised you knew I'd be coming out of this chimney." He was waiting for her, after all, she thought.
The man smirks, using his free hand to pull something from his coat. "It was this hair. I found this reddish-brown hair of yours near the chimney." With his other hand, he levels the gun at Haibara - Sherry? - again. "I could have killed you inside that dirty chimney, but I thought I could at least let your death flower bloom."
Haibara's breathing was labored, now more than before. In addition to the sickness, the pain of the bullet wound was acting against her. Panic was trying to well up within her as well, but it was met with a stoic realization that this would be where she died. "Oh my, I guess I should thank you, for waiting for me in this cold." Haibara grinned a little as she said that, a little banter with her killer as her words formed mist in the cold air.
"I'll ask you while those lips still move," the man with the gun said, his partner still silent. "How did you disappear from the Organization's gas room!?" His voice was more demanding now, not at all playing.
Haibara grimaced, but didn't answer.
And when she didn't.... the man pulled the trigger on his gun. A sharp pain shot up from Haibara's hip as the bullet grazed her leg. Then he fired a second time, causing pain to bloom from the same shoulder that he had already shot. A third shot rang out, and Haibara took a step backwards as the bullet pierced the opposite shoulder. Blood splattered onto her face, soaked into her clothes.
She staggered, fell to her knees, and then fell to the side, collapsing into the snow as red stained it all around her.
For the first time, the other man talks. "Bro, she's not going to talk."
"I guess there's nothing we can do." Haibara looks up from her position on the ground. The man with the gun is pointing it at her head this time. "Let's send her to meet her sister, whom we sent first."