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paixaorpg2006-04-13 10:54 pm
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Entry tags:
Unlikely Rescuers... (Closed)
Character(s): Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright, Cloud, Zack, Maya
Content: The lawyers stumble upon the lab and the prisoners.
Setting: Fortriss basement
Time: Late Friday Night
Warnings: Sappy reunions! D'aww.
Miles hated the dark.
The soft clacking of the lawyers' dress shoes bounced off the walls and echoed down the corridors. There had been silence between the two ever since they'd left the other group to find the prisoners, but Miles didn't mind. He was too lost in his own thoughts, replaying the scene in his mind over and over again.
Those long, sharp fangs catching what little light that was cast from the chandelier... the soaking hair clinging to the thin, pale face and bony frame. The thick tail snaking its way around Hojo's feet...
Miles could feel the bile rise in his throat once again and he slowed his pace until he finally stopped, leaning heavily against the wall and trying to control his breathing. He brought a hand to his face and touched the tips of his fingers to his lips, trying to get his mind on anything, anything other than that man.
The two lawyers had been walking side-by-side in the darkened corridor with only the little flashlight found in the pouch Hojo had insisted he bring.
The bag...
He reached into it and pulled out the pistol, holding the cold weapon in his hands and staring at it as though he'd never seen one before in his life. He turned it over in his hands, examining it carefully. How could something so small take someone's life so easily...?
"I shot him," he managed to gasp out. Miles looked up at the other man, who'd long since stopped walking, and slowly slid down the wall, ending up in a crouch. He drew a few more breaths before he repeated the phrase again. "I... shot him."
There was a pain in his chest--the same pain he felt when he'd thought he was the one who had killed his father, all those years ago. The pain he felt when he was on that boat on the lake on Christmas Eve.
Phoenix had gone through so much to clear his good name, and now... now he'd gone and dirtied his hands. He was guilty of everything he stood against. He'd tried to... tried to...
He blinked and met Phoenix's eyes with his own.
"I... I'm so sorry."
Content: The lawyers stumble upon the lab and the prisoners.
Setting: Fortriss basement
Time: Late Friday Night
Warnings: Sappy reunions! D'aww.
Miles hated the dark.
The soft clacking of the lawyers' dress shoes bounced off the walls and echoed down the corridors. There had been silence between the two ever since they'd left the other group to find the prisoners, but Miles didn't mind. He was too lost in his own thoughts, replaying the scene in his mind over and over again.
Those long, sharp fangs catching what little light that was cast from the chandelier... the soaking hair clinging to the thin, pale face and bony frame. The thick tail snaking its way around Hojo's feet...
Miles could feel the bile rise in his throat once again and he slowed his pace until he finally stopped, leaning heavily against the wall and trying to control his breathing. He brought a hand to his face and touched the tips of his fingers to his lips, trying to get his mind on anything, anything other than that man.
The two lawyers had been walking side-by-side in the darkened corridor with only the little flashlight found in the pouch Hojo had insisted he bring.
The bag...
He reached into it and pulled out the pistol, holding the cold weapon in his hands and staring at it as though he'd never seen one before in his life. He turned it over in his hands, examining it carefully. How could something so small take someone's life so easily...?
"I shot him," he managed to gasp out. Miles looked up at the other man, who'd long since stopped walking, and slowly slid down the wall, ending up in a crouch. He drew a few more breaths before he repeated the phrase again. "I... shot him."
There was a pain in his chest--the same pain he felt when he'd thought he was the one who had killed his father, all those years ago. The pain he felt when he was on that boat on the lake on Christmas Eve.
Phoenix had gone through so much to clear his good name, and now... now he'd gone and dirtied his hands. He was guilty of everything he stood against. He'd tried to... tried to...
He blinked and met Phoenix's eyes with his own.
"I... I'm so sorry."
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He really wasn't sure if he'd have preferred blacking out during the transformation. On the one hand, he wouldn't have any idea WHY he hurt as much as he did, but on the other hand he wouldn't know what had happened to him, physically AND mentally. The knowledge that he COULD be reduced to such subhuman reasoning made him almost physically ill, now that he had his mind back.
Yes, he most certainly would have preferred a blackout, Hojo decided as he attempted to sit up, using his good arm and the floor to assist him in doing so. At the very least, he supposed, his glasses hadn't broken. If he'd been blind on top of all this he wasn't sure WHAT he'd have done, but it would likely have been pretty pathetic.