Fanfic: Phoenix Wright - Private Time with Shelly de Killer
So hey, who wants another fic? This one was written for cravatized, sort of, since I know she loves Shelly so much. ♥
Title: Private Time with Shelly de Killer
By: neutraltwin
Rating: PG
Fandom: Phoenix Wright
Pairing/Characters: Shelly de Killer
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, property of Capcom, etc.
Shelly exhaled, a shallow release of breath, the knife slicing through awaiting flesh. Something about the first incision, that first leak of blood, never failed to exhilarate him; one of the benefits of the de Killer name, he supposed.
A stronger push, and the knife went deeper, severing artery and parting flesh. The cuts were slow, languid; as perfectly measured as always, a life’s work in a single incision. He was not one for perfection in all things, but seeing something so small, so insignificant, come together so beautifully was satisfying, in its way. If one did not take pride in their craft, what did they have, after all?
A few more cuts in the places they should be, and he exchanged knives; one did not use a hammer for a screwdriver’s job, after all. He placed one hand upon the table, a securing influence, and pushed the new blade in; a larger one, with a serrated blade, designed for rougher work. The matter beneath him parted, and he set it to one side; cleanup would be dealt with later. One thing at a time. Patience is truly a virtue, Shelly smiled, and his vocation required him to have it in spades.
The new knife, applied once more, then discarded; he needed something smaller now, better with more detailed work. An almost imperceptible release of breath escaped him, the last tool of his trade eluding him; he must be getting old. He was sure he had set it out before he began. Where could it have...ah, there. He had left it sticking up in the container. Shelly reprimanded himself quietly, a hush of breath hiding lightly scolding words; a good assassin took care of their tools. His livelihood depended on it.
No matter; it was time to put the parts together, assemble the wreckage into a seamless whole. The smaller knife was in his hand, and he drew it in long, sweeping motions across the parts arranged in front of him. The flesh from before was put back in its proper place, and Shelly lifted the finished product to himself. Perfect. Teeth sank in, and he sighed in contentment.
It was important to enjoy the simple things in life, he reflected as he swallowed the slice of perfectly-measured flesh, and if done properly, even the most mundane of matters could become art.
Even a ham sandwich like this, he thought as he chewed contentedly, could work.
~
...god, I don't even know what's up with this. I apologise.
Allusions to the opening scene of Dexter? Surely not.
~ Aaron
Title: Private Time with Shelly de Killer
By: neutraltwin
Rating: PG
Fandom: Phoenix Wright
Pairing/Characters: Shelly de Killer
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, property of Capcom, etc.
Shelly exhaled, a shallow release of breath, the knife slicing through awaiting flesh. Something about the first incision, that first leak of blood, never failed to exhilarate him; one of the benefits of the de Killer name, he supposed.
A stronger push, and the knife went deeper, severing artery and parting flesh. The cuts were slow, languid; as perfectly measured as always, a life’s work in a single incision. He was not one for perfection in all things, but seeing something so small, so insignificant, come together so beautifully was satisfying, in its way. If one did not take pride in their craft, what did they have, after all?
A few more cuts in the places they should be, and he exchanged knives; one did not use a hammer for a screwdriver’s job, after all. He placed one hand upon the table, a securing influence, and pushed the new blade in; a larger one, with a serrated blade, designed for rougher work. The matter beneath him parted, and he set it to one side; cleanup would be dealt with later. One thing at a time. Patience is truly a virtue, Shelly smiled, and his vocation required him to have it in spades.
The new knife, applied once more, then discarded; he needed something smaller now, better with more detailed work. An almost imperceptible release of breath escaped him, the last tool of his trade eluding him; he must be getting old. He was sure he had set it out before he began. Where could it have...ah, there. He had left it sticking up in the container. Shelly reprimanded himself quietly, a hush of breath hiding lightly scolding words; a good assassin took care of their tools. His livelihood depended on it.
No matter; it was time to put the parts together, assemble the wreckage into a seamless whole. The smaller knife was in his hand, and he drew it in long, sweeping motions across the parts arranged in front of him. The flesh from before was put back in its proper place, and Shelly lifted the finished product to himself. Perfect. Teeth sank in, and he sighed in contentment.
It was important to enjoy the simple things in life, he reflected as he swallowed the slice of perfectly-measured flesh, and if done properly, even the most mundane of matters could become art.
Even a ham sandwich like this, he thought as he chewed contentedly, could work.
~
...god, I don't even know what's up with this. I apologise.
Allusions to the opening scene of Dexter? Surely not.
~ Aaron