Hello people! Darkblaw here, to talk about this 'new' story! This is a remake of one of my first stories here on FF, Dream Into Turnabout. It was horrible, but hey, it was one of the first. Here, I attempt to improve upon my old story. Hopefully it works out well, oh, and by the way, don't read the original. I may or may not have mentioned it was horrible. Well, it is. Anyways, enjoy the remake, Apollo Justice: Judgment of Truth!
Also, thank you so much to AceFangirl for drawing the cover for this story! Love ya, girl! :D
The rain was heavy that evening, and all had seemed quiet and calm. However, for three people that night, it was anything but. On the roof of a fairly large building were two young teenagers, male and female, and a man who was standing above them, looking at them with hateful eyes. Specifically towards the young girl. He strutted confidently towards them, glaring daggers at the girl.
"Get away from her!" the young man yelled as he charged toward the man who towered over him. Grabbing his broad shoulders, the teenager pushed the older man with all of his might and made the attacker actually take a few steps back in shock and because of the physical stress from the boy. The man quickly shook off the boy, making him fall near the edge of the roof.
"No need to get yourself killed trying to protect this demon," the man said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pistol, "this little bug who meddled with my research." He aimed the gun at the girl, and stared deep into her scared eyes. He noticed the twitch on her lips and the fright in her eyes. But no remorse he felt. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, the boy jumped on the man's arm and pulled the aim away from the girl, but instead to himself.
A gunshot rang loud in the air and had awoken anybody nearby. The building was too tall for anyone to even attempt to see what was going on however. The man pulled his gun away from the boy and watched as he slumped to the he ground, unconscious.
Possibly dead.
The man stared the boy that he might've just killed. He didn't mean to do it, hell, it would have been in his best interests to keep him alive. He had no time to focus on the boy, he had to keep his eye on the prize. Making sure this girl was silenced for good, and now he had double the reason to kill her.
Centering his shot once more, the last thing that girl had let out of her mouth was a small whimper as the bullet entered her chest, and made her trip backwards, sending her off the side of the roof. She plummeted towards the ground and landed with an audible thud. The killer of what could be two children stared at the body of his victim, then back at the boy. He shook his head and escaped into the building, running from the crimes he had committed.
The Falling Turnabout