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{13th Robbery} Waking up the dead [In Person]
[John looked worse for wear and that's only because his recovery from death wasn't exactly the best of circumstances. He shoots up straight in his bed with his hand on his neck and lets out a gasping breath of air that sounded chocked and near a scream.
The blood on his shirt was still present but the wound has been healed. The pain he felt was all in his head but the act was still fresh in his mind. Shiki. Those cold eyes, the feel of the blade piercing his skin, the startled tension in his muscles before his life ebbed away. It was like the agents all over again. To die alone in the streets despite the crowd and no one came to his aid. They only took pictures and stood around to watch him die.]
NO!!
[His hands shake from the vision that played over and over again. His voice sounded chocked and unappealing. Standing up, he felt the world spinning around him and fell to his knees.]
The blood on his shirt was still present but the wound has been healed. The pain he felt was all in his head but the act was still fresh in his mind. Shiki. Those cold eyes, the feel of the blade piercing his skin, the startled tension in his muscles before his life ebbed away. It was like the agents all over again. To die alone in the streets despite the crowd and no one came to his aid. They only took pictures and stood around to watch him die.]
NO!!
[His hands shake from the vision that played over and over again. His voice sounded chocked and unappealing. Standing up, he felt the world spinning around him and fell to his knees.]