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The last few minutes had been beyond hectic. It was hard to imagine what was meant to be his first day in court going any more off-course.
Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth had first been asked to take the place of the prosecutor initially assigned to a high-profile murder case, one Byrne Faraday. In the minutes leading up to the trial resuming, however, Prosecutor Faraday and the defendant on trial in the case had both been found dead in one of the courthouse lobbies. What had followed was a detailed investigation of the courthouse and all areas Edgeworth suspected to be relevant to the incident, everything eventually culminating in a prolonged argument with Calisto Yew, the defence attorney representing the now-deceased defendant. With all the information and evidence Edgeworth had collected, he and his sort-of sister Franziska von Karma had attacked and gradually broken down Yew's claims regarding the double-murder, eventually proving her to be the culprit herself.
From there, however, the entire situation had gone to hell. Yew had confessed not only to the murders, but also to being the infamous vigilante thief, the Yatagarasu, all the while maintaining the very same dismissive tone she usually kept up, very much creating the impression of someone not taking the situation seriously at all, then pulled a gun from inside her suit jacket. Detective Tyrell Badd, also present in the room, had reacted quickly enough to take a shot at Yew with his own service pistol. Remarkably, the shot appeared to strike the gun in Yew's hand, and she had let out a pained yell as it was flung from her grip. Forced to flee the courtroom, she had disappeared in a hurry. Edgeworth had frozen up for a moment before Badd broke his usual gruff, understated tone to bark at him to head for the nearest courthouse exit, aiming to block Yew's escape routes. Moving almost without thinking, he had done so, and now, Edgeworth found himself standing before an emergency exit, the space around him empty.
His mind was rushing wildly through different scattered thoughts on the situation. Had they been too late? Was Yew outside and escaping already? If she was still in the courthouse, did she have any other weapons on hand? Prosecutor Faraday's young daughter had been in the building as well; he had a sudden, highly unpleasant mental image of Yew taking the girl hostage.
His breath seized in his throat as someone suddenly appeared in the hall, twenty feet from his position. It was Calisto Yew herself. Her dark hair and gold earrings swayed for a split-second as she came to a stop, staring at him. Still partly in shock, Edgeworth didn't manage to say a thing before Yew raised a hand, as if aiming a weapon at him. There was something in her hand, now pointed at him, but surely she couldn't have retrieved her gun...
A blinding light caused him to flinch, a high-pitched hum sounding in his ears, and then he was overtaken by a dizzying feeling as the world around him became a confusing blur.
Edgeworth found himself on the ground, his palms flat to the hallway floor. What had just happened...? He raised a shaky hand to his chest. He didn't appear to be injured, so it seemed unlikely that the object in Yew's hand had been a firearm, but...
When he raised his head, he was left mute with shock yet again.
The entire space around him looked practically alien - it was the same courthouse hallway, so far as he could tell, but everything around him had massively increased in size, somehow. The walls were incredibly far away, and they rose unbelievably high into the air. Even a bench he'd previously just been a few steps from was now a towering structure at least a hundred feet from his position.
A booming sound shook him from his panicked observations. Another followed, and then another, and a shadow fell over him.
Finally seeing what had been directly ahead of him in the last few moments, Edgeworth found himself staring up at the impossible sight of Calisto Yew, the defence attorney now enlarged to the size of a city building. What the hell had just happened...?
Calisto paused, one hand still gripping at the device she'd just used to eliminate the issue of the meddlesome prosecutor in front of her.
Edgeworth had just been reduced from a handsome, overdressed young man to a three-inch miniature on the hallway floor. His antiquated outfit looked even more ridiculous now that he was about the size of a smaller-than-average doll.
This had turned out much better than she'd hoped. After her escape from the courtroom had nearly gone wrong, she'd suddenly begun to lose confidence in the backup plan, but here it was in front of her now, a total success.
A gadget she could only really call a shrink ray hadn't exactly been the sort of thing she wanted to entrust with her own life and the success of her mission. Still, now that it came down to it, the device had worked perfectly. Stifling a laugh at the absurd sight of Edgeworth down on the floor, just in front of one of her heeled shoes, Calisto pocketed the device and took a very quick glance around the hall. No one was around yet, and she hadn't made enough noise to draw attention. All she needed to do now was remove the shrunken prosecutor from the scene, and she was set. The exit was right in front of her.
"It really was fun, Edgeworth." she said, straightening up and gazing down at his puny figure on the floor. He was so small and helpless now, and she could barely contain her laughter. She was managing to keep her tone of voice level so far, but her shoulders were twitching.
She raised a foot from the floor, watching Edgeworth realize was what about to happen to him and stagger backward, falling over in the process. "Try not to make too much of a mess on my shoe when you die, alright?"
She let the implications of her words sink in for a moment, enjoying the thought of how terrified the little twerp had to be right now.
Just as she was about to stomp her foot down again, putting a decisive end to Edgeworth's interference in her work, a different idea flitted into her head. What if she didn't kill him here and now? He was so small that it wouldn't be difficult to scoop him up and take him with her, and now that she'd had a moment to consider it, looking over his puny form, she was suddenly finding herself imagining some new possibilities for how she might... entertain herself with the help of a tiny, shrunken prosecutor like him.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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