A snippet from the CURRENTLY untitled Ace Attorney reylo AU, idea courtesy of @kuresoto
Content Warning: Blood, disturbing imagery
There's blood...everywhere. He knew that the human body carried X liters of blood within an adult male but to see one's lifesource seeping into the tiles. Splattered against the walls. Coating her hands-- oh god, her.
She didn't do this. The scene he's viewing would claim otherwise. Hell, any sane court would claim otherwise but this was not her.
The blood is rising. He needs to get to her. She's crying desperately trying to cover fresh-corpse's wounds with her small red stained hands. He needs to get closer to her but he's getting farther away. The blood is to his knees now.
How does one bleed so much?
The scent of iron fills his nostrils. It reeks of death and lost promises. The cries continue. They're getting softer now. So faint. So far.
Please wait. I'm almost there. Don't worry, I won't let them take you. I won't let you be corrupted by this crime.
He's swimming in blood now. His clothes are heavy, weighed down by blood and... chains. He feel the still warm crimson fluid wrap about his limbs. He's being pulled back.
There's a shadow.
Heavy, thick, and dark rising from the crimson waves. It's heading towards her.
No.
Not like this.
Please no.
"OI! Twisted Prince, you have a visitor," a man-- both mercifully and cruelly rips him out of his eternal nightmare with his voice.
There's no more red. Everything is grey again. Gray walls. Gray bed. Gray floor. Gray cold chains.
There's a dull metallic clinking sound echoing in the hallways gradually coming closer. Clink. Clink. Clink.
There's a grating beep and then a man-- or what masquerades as a man-- comes into view. His visage is wan and cavernous with part of his skull caved in and the resulting skin pulled tightly across the bones of his face. It's a face of the man, he's sold his soul to.
