[8730579] Queen of Prosecutors (queenprosecutor) wrote in siamese_quills, @ 2007-08-09 09:40:00 |
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Current mood: | scared |
Current music: | [Nyappy In The World 2] Antic Cafe |
Title: Panic Room
Fandom: Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Author: queenprosecutor
Characters: Miles Edgeworth (Manfred von Karma, Franziska von Karma)
Word Count: 405
Genre: General/Horror
Notes: 30_somethings claim. Moments - Crowded.
It isn’t very light here.
It isn’t very light at all.
The words running through his head are repetitive and teaching him to focus on the darkness that any idiot could see. (And he, Miles Edgeworth, is far from an idiot. He is the one they regard as a ‘genius’ and the hope of a family that is not and never will be his. Franziska, six years younger, is at the same level as Miles but she plods- she takes in every piece of information and analyses and processes it until every word and letter is burned into her being and she becomes equivalent to the memory stick that’s placed into Edgeworth’s blazer pocket every morning.
Just another amateur hiding her imperfections due to pressure.)
This room was hidden to outsiders- to him- (and it is still hidden to others, but they let one outsider in and now the floodgates are at risk of opening) -until today. It was never his place to question or mention this room to Mr. Von Karma (he is an outsider imposing himself on their family at the head’s insistence. A notion that’s always been strange to the genius- why take in the son of a defence attorney, and more prudently, the one to ruin your perfection?) as it was in the ‘understanding’ that Mr. Von Karma laid out on the first day.
An understanding he now has permission to break.
An understanding he is beginning to wish was still in place.
There is no light here, and the walls are narrow, the ceiling is low and Edgeworth can’t remember why he was allowed in here because he cannot breathe, cannot think and before his eyes can even adjust to view something other than this suffocation he finds himself sprawled on plush carpet that probably cost more than the three years of private schooling that Mr. Von Karma gave him.
They’re getting closer (he can’t discern quite what is getting closer, the logic in his brain screaming at him that there is no way that the walls are actually moving, shrinking) and his only defence is to shrink back, pulling his limbs as close to his torso as he can while his body trembles against his will. Air is something precious and the more he thinks the more he realises that the way he is trying to catch it all (quickly, greedily) will be how he will die.
Here.
Alone.