http://i-hate-quakes.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] i-hate-quakes.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-04-13 10:54 pm

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."

[identity profile] alone-by-choice.livejournal.com 2006-04-15 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc: =B]

When no one yelled or pointed fingers or came flying across the room to attack him for being the host of such stinky Dark Evil, Riku finally managed--after several minutes and lots of deep breathing exercises--to get his utter mortification under control.

"Computer," he continued to speak quietly. "Set your self-destruct. I want this whole place wiped out in uh...what's the maximum time you can give me?"

FIVE THOUSAND EIGHT HUNDRED AND TWENTY-TWO HOURS, the computer's voice boomed.

"..."

Okay. Just a little longer than he thought they'd need.

"Then how 'bout..." How many minutes were in an hour, anyway? "...100 minutes?"

SELF-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE INITIATED, AUTHORIZATION CODE ALPHA. OMEGA. SIX. SIX. SIX. T-MINUS NINETY-NINE. MINUTES. AND NINETY-SEVEN. SECONDS TO SELF-DESTRUCT.

His ears ringing, Riku wondered if he should help make sure everyone else got out.
...
Nah. He'd done enough hero work for one day. They had plenty of time.