Ace Attorney X Reader One Shots Vol. 2

Impulse (Miles Edgeworth x Assassin! Reader)

Impulse (Miles Edgeworth x Assassin! Reader)

Your Pov:

I stealthily creeped through the hedge maze. It was quiet. The crickets chirped. I finally made it to the target's home. It was more of a manor, really. I untied the rope from my belt and tied one end into a loop before throwing it up to a gargoyle statue on the second floor. I shimmied up the rope. Once I got to the top, I took the rope and put it back on my belt. I silently opened the balcony door. It led into a bedroom. My target's room to be exact. I smirked.

My target was one Miles Edgeworth. He was known as the demon prosecutor. He was involved with all sorts of backroom deals and scandals. I unshealthed my dagger from the holder on the left side of my chest. I crept towards the bed. I stopped at the side where his head lay on a pillow. I raised the dagger, ready to strike.

I raised my arm and struck.

But I suddenly stopped when the moonlight shown on his face. He was absolutely breathtaking up close. Silver hair bordered clear skin and well defined facial structures. Pale, yet soft looking lips set in a firm line.

The dagger slipped from my grasp, clattering noisily on the floor. I winced. I stepped towards the balcony, watching his form stir under the blankets. I gripped the handle. As I slowly twisted the handle, I saw his hand stop under the pillow. His body relaxed again. I started to push the door open. Then, a loud bang filled the air. I collapsed to the ground as a sharp pain shot up my leg. I felt warm liquid run down my thigh.

Blood.

I tried to scoot towards the door as he pushed the blankets off of himself. He stood up from the bed and locked eyes with me just as I made it to the concrete outside. I tried to move faster but that only caused more blood and pain. He spoke, "An intruder? This late? How rude." I gritted my teeth from the pain, "..."

He cleared his throat, "I'll make sure you're 'taken care of' properly." My vision filled with black spots as he called to someone else.

Time Skip~

I awoke in what looked like a basement. I was on a small bed in the corner of the room. My left ankle was chained up to a wall 5 feet away. My thigh was no longer bleeding but I could feel it drying. It still hurt though. Then, I heard two pairs of footsteps approach the room. The door opened to reveal Miles Edgeworth and another man who was wearing a butler's uniform.

Edgeworth spoke, "So, you're awake. Care to tell me why you broke into my home?" I growled, "You were supposed to be dead! I was supposed to kill you!" He frowned, "I assumed as much, but why?" I looked away, "My boss ordered it." He looked to the other man, "Give her a punishment, but don't kill her. I want her alive." The butler nodded and bowed, hand over his heart, "As you wish, my lord."

I watched the butler move to a table by the opposite wall. His pale skin contrasted with his black hair and wine red eyes. He brought a scalpel, rubbing alcohol, pliers, and knife to the bed. I tried to struggle against him as he tied my hands and other leg to the bedposts. My injured leg throbbed, making me whimper. He picked up the knife, and that's when the torture began.

Some gore ahead!

He gripped my injured leg, cutting away the fabric around the wound. Then, he squeezed the injury, making me yelp. He took the knife and made cuts around the wound before slowly pushing the knife tip into the wound. I screamed and my breathing quickened. He removed the knife and grabbed the bottle of rubbing alcohol. I struggled, trying to get away from what he was going to do.

He opened the bottle and started pouring it into my wound. I writhed and screamed as the burning sensation spread throughout my entire body. He picked up the scalpel and dug it into my thigh. I felt it touching the bullet. While he dug out the bullet, he continued to pour the rubbing alcohol into the wound. I yelped and screamed, my throat becoming raw.

He pulled the bullet out. Then, he put everything back onto the table.

Gore over!

He turned and left the room. I laid on the bed, feeling my leg throb and burn. Blood trickled down the sides of my leg and onto the white sheet. The door opened to reveal Edgeworth. He stood at the foot of the bed, "I have a proposition for you." I looked at him silently. He continued, "Come work for me as a maid. I can offer you a home, fresh meals, and protection in return for your services." I sighed, "Fine. I'll work for you...sir."

He unchained and untied me from the bed, "Good. Now, lets get your leg wrapped up." With that, I followed him out of the room.