Just a little something I thought up. Its not exactly the best written thing out there, and I cut out a plan logic sequence, mostly for the fact of making it fit, but I kinda wanted to do something with Edgeworth, and it seems someone has to die every time I write a story.
Well, I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to criticize.
The Final Miles.
It was all over, and he knew it. The final blow that gave the former prosecutor a death sentence, and ended his career, his travels, and his life with one sound blow to his brain. He collapsed, his cracked skull leaving a red, sticky mess on the expensive and ornamental rug, his last thoughts flowing out like the river of blood escaping his cooling body.
He arrived in the office just a few minutes ago, carrying an envelope, just mere tidbits of information, scraps of paper and articles all referencing a certain case eight months ago, one that ended the career of his rival and friend, Phoenix. His face was still the firm, and somewhat arrogant expression he always wore, one hiding his excitement and hopes from the world. A disguise of confidence, one he was accustomed to wearing.
“Good day, Sir. I came here in the hopes of receiving your aid. I understand you are a close friend to an acquaintance of mine, a Mr. Wright, correct?”
The blond defense lawyer looked up, pushing his glasses against his face, and stared at the prosecutor, no hint of expression on his face, and did not hesitate to answer. “I do not think that is a question a man I just met should be asking, Mr. Edgeworth.”
Miles coughed, and then gave his usual know-it-all smile. “Forgive me, sir, I admit I am eager to get to the point, but I believe there is more then meets the eye to the case that cost Mr. Wright his badge. We may have been on opposite sides of the court, but I find it unbelievable, especially considering his past accomplishments and turnabouts, that a man of his skill would resort to forged evidence.”
The other man leaned back, and sighed. “Every clue, every corner was swept clean, Mr. Edgeworth. There is nothing left to prove, nothing left to save Phoenix’s career. Its dead, ended. I understand your optimism, but there is nothing left, not even a lead of what happened then.”
The prosecutor smiled, and pulled out a series of photos. “On the contrary, there were a few things not covered. I took the liberty of looking through the prosecutor’s files on this. I must say, your brother was very accommodating, even to those on a leave of absence. I believe he found my assistance in International Affairs helpful.” His face turned serious, as he spread out the pictures on the desk in front of him.
“I believe this should shed some doubt-“ But, he never got to finish. He felt a large object smash the back of his head, and then he tumbled toward the desk, only to be shoved backward on the floor, his life starting to linger away. But, despite this being his final act, he smiled. “So… you are guilty… after all.”
The blond murderer sighed, and picked up Mr. Edgeworth’s body, dragging it a coat closest, to be dumped in the park river later. He hated doing this, murder could be so inconvenient, but the young attorney was too eager to determine the truth. He took the envelope, and threw it into a lit fireplace, watching it burn away. After that was turned to ash, he went to his pager, to instruct his young apprentice in one final act.
“Apollo, please call the carpet cleaners. It seems I had a little accident with some wine.”
“Yes, right away, Mr. Gavin. It will be fine!” Kristopher Gavin sighed. The young lad was eager, but did he have to be so loud? But, no time to think of such things now. It seems now would be a good time to plan a visit to the ex-attorney, now piano player. A perfect cover for taking out incriminating trash.