Rescuing Ema [UNFINISHED]
Who: Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright, Matt Engarde, Ema Skye
Where: Between the first and second floors of the first tenant building.
When: After this log between Miles and Phoenix and this log between Matt and Ema. Late morning the next day.
What: Edgeworth receives word that Ema is with Engarde and now seeks to beat the stuffing out of him.
( As if things could not possibly get worse.. )
Where: Between the first and second floors of the first tenant building.
When: After this log between Miles and Phoenix and this log between Matt and Ema. Late morning the next day.
What: Edgeworth receives word that Ema is with Engarde and now seeks to beat the stuffing out of him.
( As if things could not possibly get worse.. )
Panting heavily, Ema tried to calm down and get a hold of herself. She tried to convince herself that there was no shame in running away. It was scientific. Fight or flight instinct. Nothing more.
Deep down, however, Ema knew the real reason. She was a child, useless and helpless. The three years since SL-9 hadn't changed that. The year spent in Europe hadn't changed that. Some scientific investigator she was turning out to be--she couldn't even stomach her own rescue from a would-be rapist.
But, even if she turned around and went back, what could she do? If she could only be usefulA shadow caught her eye ( ... )
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That was right. Of course it would be him.
First to pay Mr. Wright back. He lashed out, rushing towards him, fist going straight for the man's jaw.
An eye for an eye, Mr. Wright.
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The punch wasn't seen until it struck his rival. Miles hesitated too long. He did nothing and Phoenix got hurt because of it.
"..."
Miles snapped. He charged at Matt, not even aware of what the hell was going on until after hearing the thud, an impact against the wall. He was seeing red at that point. First he hurt Ema, and now Phoenix. When would he stop?
"Damn you." He swore through clenched teeth, hands clenched tight around his collar, intent on cutting off his air supply.
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There was blood everywhere.
Phoenix cried out, stumbled back, and instinctively covered his face. Where the hell was it all coming from!?
Everything hurt... he could barely see anything... all he could hear was Matt yelling, and then Edgeworth said something...
He stumbled back, fell, and passed out.
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She had to draw Matt's attention to her, and she could only think of two ways in which to do it: say something to incite his anger so he'll charge, or surrender and then catch him off guard.
Ema didn't really like the second option. It was completely dishonest, but it would be the safer way to go. Plus, it would be a lot easier to sound defeated than cocky or smart--she wasn't feeling very confident.
Now, to get his attention. "Stop it!!!"
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But then Ema came back into the room.
He tried to watch her, but was a little too preoccupied struggling out of Edgeworth's grasp.
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This criminal not only tried to violate Ema, but he also hurt Phoenix, too.
The look of fear on Matt's face seemed to encourage him to keep going. Just a few more moments, and...
Whatever rage induced trance he was in was broken when he heard Ema's voice, and (perhaps against his better judgement) stepped back, releasing Matt with a rather confused expression. She came back? Her role model couldn't possibly kill anyone in front of the younger girl, so he stepped back again and turned to look at her, trying to catch his breath and stop his heart from pounding.
He almost killed someone, after all.
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Ema folded her arms over her chest, hiding the mace in her fist behind the crook of her elbow. She looked at them each in turn, and realized that no acting would be required. She was terrified enough to sound terrified.
Pulling herself in, Ema felt the tears start, a combination of fear, putting on a show, and guilt for being so underhanded. Mostly fear. She focused on Matt. "I'll... Matt, I'll do whatever you want. Just.... don't hurt them. Please." She took a slow, shaky breath, then turned to the other conscious person in the room. "It... it's better this way. There's no point in people getting hurt for my sake." A pause. "It's best for everyone. Trust me on that."
She only hoped that Mr. Edgeworth could read between her words. She doubted it--subtlety was never her strong point, and she wasn't sure if she had gotten anything across at all.
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He stared up at Ema, hair hanging in his face, his features screwed up into an expression of pain and anger and hatred.
But then, slowly, that expression fell away, and, as he gained more breath, he tried hard to mimic a smile.
"...Really, Ema? I don't like hurting people..." He slowly offered her his hand. "But if you'd just cooperate, it wouldn't have happened, babe."
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Time to trust in her intelligence.
Moving shakily away from Matt, Miles approached Phoenix, clasping a hand nervously over his own mouth in the process.
There's so much blood.. Why is there so much blood? He had no idea if Phoenix was even still alive at this point. The sight made him rather woozy, and he backed away, fearing he might pass out.
The feeling lasted only a moment, soon to be replaced with something akin to emotional numbness. Like he was dissociated entirely.
It wasn't something new to Miles, although it somewhat bothered him that it happened so regularly. Almost like I expected this..
He rose to his feet and proceeded to head for the bathroom, looking for towels or anything that could be used to stop the bleeding.
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The smile he replaced that look wasn't much better, honestly.
She reached out and took his hand with her left--the spray was in her right--and moved closer, making sure Matt's gaze was on her face and, if need be, her body. "I... I know. I'll cooperate."
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Corrida had seen through the act, of course, as had a few others -- but in the end, it was all the same to him.
Perhaps, though, the acting had gotten to him -- dumbed his wits, so to speak -- or maybe, in all reality, he gave his mind far too much credit.
Either way, he didn't notice Ema's intent at all -- or the can of mace in her other hand.
His fingers tightened around hers, and he drew her in, closer, slowly, not bothering (or not daring?) to look at Edgeworth.
He'd get this done -- then he'd finish off Phoenix Wright. It seemed, to him, that the tables had turned in his favor.
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Clenching the towels, he narrowed his eyes at Matt's back, before walking shakily back over to Wright. It took all of his remaining willpower to not pass out at his condition, even as he knelt down next to him. Scrunching his face, he took a deep breath, and took a towel, trying to clean Wright's face with it.
"You better not die on me, Mr. Phoenix Wright." He scowled. Trying to appear calm on the outside, he was ballistic within. Was Wright even still alive?
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Ema tensed her right hand over the can. She could have sworn she heard a voice in the back of her mind, encouraging her, giving her the nerve.
'It's about how quick you can draw, bambina. You can do it.'
Strange, Ema mused silently, to think of Mr. Marshall at a time like this.
She opened her mouth to speak, and found her mouth to be extremely dry. It took effort, but she managed words. "Maybe... we shouldn't be standing and doing this."
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He hoped those damn lawyers would take a hint and leave. It would be most unpleasant to have them banging down the door while he was trying to enjoy himself.
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Once Matt left the room, he sighed, glancing down at Phoenix again, chewing on the inside of his bottom lip. "..Wright?" He swallowed sharply, disliking the rather scared tone his voice took, trying hard to even it out the next time he spoke.
"Wright, wake up."
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