Ace Attorney X Reader One Shots Vol. 2

Protector PT. 4

Your Pov:

I woke up in a dark room. Looking around, I noticed it was a storage unit.

The same one from the picture.

I pretended to still be passed out when I heard the door slide up. I heard footsteps approach and stop right in front of me. I felt a hand stroke my hair and it took all my self control to not move. Then I heard his voice, "You're so beautiful. I love you so, so much." I heard a zipper being unzipped and that's when I wanted to curl up and die on the spot.

I heard him start to pant and the sound of skin sliding on skin. After a few minutes, it got louder. I felt so nauseous and disgusted. Then, he groaned and there was the sound of liquid hitting the concrete floor. I heard the zipper re-zip and the door slide closed. I waited until his footsteps faded and sat up.

My hip was still burning, but I tried to ignore it.

Next to me was a puddle of...ugh.

I pulled my phone out of my bra and turned it on. It had 40% battery left. I quickly dialed Simon's number. He picked up on the first ring, "(Y/n), love, where are you? Are you alright?" I whispered quietly, "I'm fine. I'm in some storage unit somewhere. I think he dislocated my hip when he hit me, so I can't even get up or move very far." He spoke, "I can't wait to get my hands on that bastard. We're tracking your phone now. What's the battery?"

I sighed, "40 percent. Probably less now." He paused, "Hang on...Alright. I'm coming (Y/n). We got the location and the police are on their way as well." I bit my lip, "Simon, I just want you to know that if I don't make it out, I love you so, so much." He huffed, "Don't say that. You'll make it. If Taka survived a hit with a metal baton, then I think you can survive this."

I smiled, "Alright. I love you." Then, I hung up and put my phone back in my bra. Shortly after, the footsteps returned. I watched the door slide open. He stepped inside, holding a knife in one hand. He smiled at me, "I'm so glad you're awake. Do you like your new home? I bought only the best for you." I spit at his feet, "No. I don't." He frowned, "Don't make me mad, (Y/n). You wouldn't like me when I'm angry." I scoffed at him.

"Try me."

He put the knife on a nearby box and grabbed the metal baton from the same box. I couldn't move as my ankles were tied down with weights. He swung the baton at my already injured hip. It struck the bone head on and a resounding crack echoed in the room. I bit down on my lip, refusing to scream. I drew blood.

He kneeled down, pressing his lips to mine. He licked at the blood. I opened my mouth and bit down very hard on his lip. The taste of iron filled my mouth and I spit it onto the ground. He pulled away from me, "No matter how much you resist, I won't let you go. I love you." I spit right in his eye.

"I hate you!"

He turned and left, sliding the door closed. Stupidly, he left the knife on the box. I stretched as far as I could, my fingertips brushing the handle. I stretched further, my hip searing with pain as I was pretty sure that I was broken and dislocated. I grabbed the knife and cut the rope off my ankles. I hid the knife behind me and waited.

He came back a few minutes later with a gag and blindfold, "I have a present for you." He stepped closer. Once he got within arms length, I pulled out the knife and drove it into his side. I pulled it out and drove it in again. He slumped to the floor as he bled out heavily. He propped himself against the wall and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. He wrote as he bled out more and more. I held the knife tightly, watching him.

Then, after a few more minutes, he finally died. The paper fell out of his hand and slid over to me. I picked it up with shaky hands and read it as tears rolled down my cheeks.

Dear (Y/n),

I looked you dead in the eyes and said “(Y/n), I love you.” and then I felt the searing pain of the knife being driven into my side, I felt it being pulled out and jabbed back in with great force.

I could feel it go in each time, like a fire burning a hole through my chest. I fell to the floor, laughing while coughing up blood. I saw you back away, trembling, and sit back down in the corner.

And now, as I sit here in a puddle of my own blood writing this, I wonder how you’ll go out. Will you use the knife to take your own life? Or will you let starvation take you? Either way, we’ll be together in death (Y/n). Together from the day I saw you till the day we both died, just as I wanted it.

And as you sit there, crying, I can tell you’ve come to this realization. (Y/n), this is all I ever wanted, and for that I have to say thank you.

Love, Your Secret Admirer

In the distance, I heard police sirens and relief flooded through me.

It was all over.

A/N: There will be a part 5 to wrap this up. Also, I am going to start updating my other 3 ace attorney books. I already have 10 finished, unpublished chapters done for 'One Step At A Time'. I'm going to do the same for the other two and then upload 3 chapters a week, one chapter per book. So look forward to that! It's coming soon!