After taking one of the longest fanfiction breaks in history, i've decided to come back with a bang with a phoenix wright story. i haven't written anything in a while, and i think the first chapter is rather rubbish. and as a warning, there are no pairings in this story. this is just a pure mystery fic which involves original characters and mostly contains non.

if anyone fancies betaing me, please respond. but, i just hope you like the beginning.

The Five Turnabouts

Bloody Turnabout, Chapter One

That's funny, I thought Anna locked the offices last night…

Miles Edgeworth; a well known and feared prosecutor thought to himself as he noticed the door to the offices open. With his free hand, he adjusted his cravat, and with his other hand, he held his briefcase tightly. He noted something was wrong in the offices as he arrived at half past eight in the morning. Edgeworth was always the first to arrive, and no-one else ever had been there before him. Slowly, he walked in the offices, and climbed one flight of stairs, before noticing something was strange about the first floor. One door was open, wide open.

Adrenaline pumped around his body before he decided to walk down the ghostly quiet corridor. The only thing which he could hear was his unusually fast heartbeat and the clip-clop of his shoes. As the door was now to his side, he slowly put his head around the door, before he dropped his briefcase…

It was the shock that got to him, even though he'd seen many a crime scene before, this one would always come back to haunt him.

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Meanwhile, ace attorney Phoenix Wright was busy sleeping at home. Lying flat on his belly with both his right arm and leg sticking out of the bed; he seemed more like a six year old, or a hung over teenager. Suddenly, his mobile began to ring, and the gentle yet child like Phoenix was instantly turned into a grouchy and hormonal twenty something. He sat up, before reaching for his phone on his bedside table, "Hello?" he said sleepily down it.

"P-Phoenix. I believe you'll want to get down to the prosecutor's offices right away."

Phoenix sighed, "What's wrong now, Edgeworth? You've lost your cravat?"

A shaken Edgeworth barely stammered a reply; "J-just get down here, n-now." He then heard a click as Edgeworth ended the call.

Phoenix took his ear away from the phone before sighing, "Well, so much for a normal day."

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"Well Nick, I hope this… well… what are we doing here?"

Maya Fey clamoured as they arrived in the underground parking lot. The two already had a lot of knowledge about the offices from a previous case and had already known the away to get there. Unfortunately, for Phoenix, he took a while getting ready, and getting Maya to appear as well took some time too. They arrived about an hour and a bit after the phone call, and to their surprise; the parking lot was filled with police cars and a few officers.

Out of the blue, Maya piped up. "Well, I think something big is going on Nick." She informed her spiky haired friend.

He raised his eyebrow, "You think?" he said sarcastically before her trundled off with her to find Edgeworth. An officer asked who they were, and luckily he allowed them in, due to 'Edgeworth's Request', whatever that was.

Climbing one set of stairs, the three then turned a corner and walked down past a few offices, noting the names on each door. 'Payne', 'Gavin', some of them rang bells, however, that was unconnected to the matter at hand. Both of them were walking down until an officer gestured to an office with its door wide open. And as they looked in, nothing could be a more gruesome murder scene. Typically, it was a smart office with a large window at the back of the room, surrounded by pale blue curtains. The walls were white, and there was a bookcase, an office desk and chair, and two sets of sofa in the room. However, in its current state, it wasn't anything to be proud of.

The curtains had a rather large blood splatter on them, the office chair was over turned and there was blood all over the floor. Then, lying down normally on one of the sofas was a body. The body was of a young woman around her mid twenties, and brown hair tied back with a small side fringe. You were drawn to her stomach, where there was obvious stab wounds and dried blood on her blazer, shirt and skirt. The sofa however, was clean, by the looks of things anyway.

The usually chatty and immature Maya and Phoenix were silenced for a moment. How could anything so brutal happen in the offices themselves? Sure, there had been a 'murder' in the parking lot a while ago, but not in the offices. Around the room, were a few detectives, and then the familiar face of Edgeworth; looking solemn.

He approached them, before looking at them both dead in the eye; Phoenix shuffled uncomfortably, undecided on what was more uncomfortable; the dead body or Edgeworth's gaze. "Hello Wright, Maya," he said before losing eye contact with the two.

"… I… I had no idea," Phoenix stumbled over his words like the six year old he was when asleep.

"Well, let's just say, according to our pathologist who came down here earlier, she suffered," he paused before looking at Maya. The teen had her hand to her mouth in shock; a now common trait in these situations. He looked back to Phoenix, "A fatal stab wound to the stomach."

Maya removed her hand, "Poor Anna… poor poor Anna." She shook her head several times, not wanting to believe the situation.

"W-well… do you know who wanted her dead?" Phoenix asked.

Edgeworth looked at some of the officers before looking back, "No, I do not know. We're working on everything, pulling out all the stops. I believe Gumshoe's words were; "Hey pal! I will find out who did this, whether this is the only case I'll ever work on again." Something like that."

Maya looked up, "Have you formally identified her yet?"

"There's no need to ask," the pale looking prosecutor pulled out a prosecutors' identity card from his jacket pocket, but it was not his. The picture was of the same girl dead on the sofa. The name stated 'Anna Cherry May', and stated her date of birth and other information. All three looked at it before Edgeworth put it back in his pocket.

To break the silence, Edgeworth's expensive phone rang from his pocket. As he pulled it out, Maya was tempted to complain about her phone, but she didn't. She was just glad to be alive right now. Edgeworth flipped it open, "Hello?" he said down the phone. You could hear someone gruff on the other end talking about something, before anything from Edgeworth was heard, "That's something good and bad, I suppose. Just… keep on it. Don't stop until you track the suspect down." He then put the phone away, flipping it shut and returned it to his pocket."Well, I suppose there's good news, and bad news."

"How can anything be good at a time like this?" Maya asked pessimistically.

Edgeworth ignored her, "Well, Gumshoe did some digging at criminal affairs, and found a suspect for us. I wonder, Wright, if you remember the Box Serial Murderer six months ago…?"

"Yes, I do." Phoenix replied. Everyone knew of the killer who posted the victim's families small wooden boxes of whatever valuables they had on them. Six people were taken by this person, and it was the talk of the city for a while. Both Edgeworth and Phoenix did not have any involvement of this case, but they knew someone who did.

Edgeworth gave a vague smile, "Listen here, and let me remind you on what happened in the courtroom that very day…"

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TO BE CONTINUED…

i wonder if you can guess who the defence attorney is? well, he's not an original character, fo' sho. comments, reviews? remember, i'm always hungry for them! (: