Open Wounds.
It is often said that given time, all wounds will eventually heal. Yet some wounds run too deep, and will never heal....
Disclaimer: I do not own the Ace Attorney series or any of it's characters.
Prologue.
Kristoph Gavin only dimly recognised his own insane laugh as it echoed around the Courtroom. The rest of the court stood in silence, afraid to interrupt that crazed sound. A dim, distant part of Kristoph's mind was shocked at his own unseemingly behaviour, but at the same time almost enjoying that for once in his life, he could just open up and let all that emotion, bottled up and hidden away for years flood out, enveloping him, and all those around him.....
When his laughter finally subsided, after what had seemed like hours, he turned around, extended his arms towards the waiting police, a warm smile on his face, willingly allowing a timid police officer to step forward and snap the handcuffs on his wrists, and lead him back towards the courtroom doors. ...
Two Months Later.
After eight months of solitary confinement, Kristoph had almost grown used to living in a tiny room with only his books and violin for company. They provided him with a more than welcome relief from the present. His trial at the higher court, the only change in his now ever monotonous schedule, was not due to be held for another three months, the second sentencing of an already convicted criminal was not considered a priority in their legal system.
Second conviction. How quickly things could change. Nine months earlier, Kristoph Gavin was known only as the best defence attorney in the state, the "coolest defence attorney in the west". Years of work, years of planning,and in a couple of hours, he went from the infamous defence attorney, to common, cold blooded killer. Not that his plans had gone entirely astray, and wasn't the very definition of risk that sometimes it paid off, and sometimes it didn't? Or in this case, a bit of both.
Kristoph sighed, and removed a book from his expensive, high quality bookcase. He threw a quick glance at the guard standing by the door as he did so. Kristoph, with his natural and easy charm, had quickly made friends among the guards of the prison almost as soon as he'd been incarcerated. This guard was not among those Kristoph had befriended, but even so, Kristoph was an easy prisoner to watch over, and it was clear that Kristoph's almost mindless obedience to the prison guards had lulled this guard into a sense of security.
Kristoph settled himself into his chair, opened his book, and began to read. He had only managed to read several pages though, when he heard the sound of heavy, fast footsteps approaching. He closed his book and placed it carefully on the table before looking up. His face broke into a smile....