Turnabout Anniversary
By The Scollard
Summary: With the one year anniversary of his mentor Phoenix Wright's reinstatement to the bar approaching, Apollo Justice is called upon to defend his former mentor and the man responsible for Wright's disbarment, Kristoph Gavin, after a brutal murder occurs in prison. Finding himself in a battle of wits with a dangerous mastermind and tangled in a web of lies that threatens not only his life, but the lives of the people closest to him, can Apollo make it out alive, much less find the truth?
Prologue
A sheet of blue paper.
"Lies…"
Chalk lines start appearing on the paper, drawing a large floor plan for a building. A building, but what for?
"Conspiracy…"
In a room labeled "Warden's Office", a bald older man in a blue suit and a woman with long, black hair in red skirt and jacket are shaking hands, both smiling.
"The plans we make, the people we meet, the ideas that flash across our mind for a split second… They all come together."
Another office, the "Chief Psychologist's Office" to be precise, and inside, another man. Wearing a magenta suit, he sits on a chair, and adjusts his glasses.
"Everything we do… everything we intend to do… they're all part of the design."
In "Cell Block B", a young man wearing an orange prison jumpsuit lies flat on a bed, holding his hands behind his head, and staring up at the ceiling. He has a full head of black hair, pulled back tight in a long, thin ponytail.
"They all become pieces of the plan, supporting each other much like the walls of a building."
There is an area called only "Junction". Inside, a man in a beige suit, and dark sunglasses is talking on a cell phone. He is grinning.
"Everybody becomes part of the design."
A young woman wearing a white lab coat is inside the "Kitchen", leaning against a wall, with one hand deep inside a bag of her favourite snacks.
"Sometimes, people, much like walls, must be destroyed, in order to make room. For the good of the entire design, it must be done."
A "Hallway", where a gray haired man in a black suit rolls a suitcase with an extended handle down along the concrete floor, white cravat wrapped around his neck.
"However, much like the fixtures of a building, these people hold no power. They are merely small, tiny things caught up in something so much bigger."
"Cell Block A", where a blonde haired man in a blue suit is led away in handcuffs, followed closely by two guards.
"The one who holds all the power is the architect of the design. They build the plan, waiting and waiting for their time to strike."
Suddenly, blood drains out over the plan, washing everything away in a violent red tide.
"…And now, the design is complete."
Author's Note: Despite me being a huge Ace Attorney fan for a few years, this is the first case fic I'm doing for it. It probably won't be the last though. I hope all of you are excited to see where this goes, and hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed thinking it up.
Also, I'd like to thank my beta-reader, Pierce the Veils, who's story Rebirth inspired me to take the words I'd written for this fic, and work to put it out there online.