An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: M
Spoilers for 1-2
Characters: Mia Fey, Redd White, Phoenix Wright, The Judge
Tags: violence, Blood and Injury, Body Horror, Death, mentions of suicide, possession, Hurt, non-consensual touching in a non-sexual way
Summary
That autopsy report is outdated, Your Honour. A second autopsy was performed yesterday, at my request! 'Death was almost immediate due to a blow from a blunt object … But there is a possibility the victim lived for several minutes after the blow.'”
A lot has been said about this infamous instance. But what if the updated autopsy report has not been forged?
Or:
Several minutes are not long for most people in most situations. But on the brink of death, when they are everything you have left – they will seem a lot shorter and way too long at the same time.
Written for the @aceattorneybingo prompt: Blood
Excerpt
Your eternal silence ...”
Too late, her legs kicked into movement, just the moment The Thinker rose into the air, and a part of her thought Funny. It's that thing again.
The strike hit her head so violently that she got wiped off her feet. She was thrown back, toppling the glass light stand while she fell, trying to grip at anything that might hold her, but there wasn't anything to hold on to, and the office tipped, crashing into her side violently.
And then, the world was silent.
The fall had driven the air from her lungs, and Mia tried desperately to pump it back in, choking and wheezing.
Breathe, breathe, breathebreathebreathe -
She tried to push herself up – he's still there, he's still here, get up, getup getupgetup – but her hands wouldn't obey. Nothing would. There was something between her fingers, but she couldn't move them, she could barely feel them …
Steps came towards her.
He's coming. He'scominghescomingmovmovemove
Something made a sound that went like clank, and then, two large hands grabbed her by her shoulders, yanking her upright so quickly her sight faded for a moment.
MOVEMOVEMOVE
She needed a few seconds to realise that she was sitting, leaning with her back against the wall. Her sight cleared, black spots still dancing around, making it hard to focus on something.
But he was still there. She could feel his hand grip her chin, turn her head around, his other hand creeping around on her neck …
He's going to kill me, he's going to choke me, he's going to …
Mia tried to pull away, to bring her hand up, to kick out with a foot, to lower her head and bite, to scream, to push him, to jump up and run, to jump up and climb out of the window, to grab hold of his head and smash it against the wall, to grab hold of anything, she tried to MOVE but all she did was a pitiful croak and the slightest move of her head. Her leg might have twitched. She didn't now. She couldn't really feel it.
White laughed.
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