July 15 11:49P.M.

Location:???

"Security! Be on full alert!"

"Get to your positions now!"

"Cover all the entrances and possible exits!"

"There's been a breakout inside one of the cells!"

July 16 12:32A.M.

Office of the Chief of Police

"What did you say!?!"

The Chief of Police just couldn't believe it. There was a breakout in one of the most heavily guarded prison cells and nobody even knew how the hell the prisoner got out. He glared at the officer who had the misfortune of bringing the news to him. "Alright," the Chief said in a voice that could freeze fire."Alright. Fine. Now, tell me why the hell did you not bring this news to me sooner!?!" the officer in front of him winced. He was cursing himself for losing that damn bet and getting tricked into delivering the report on the breakout to the Chief. "W-Well you see s-sir," he stammered. "Y-you see—"

"No I do not see," the Chief interrupted. "Please, by all means, tell me what I should be seeing. Did you by some miracle, find the prisoner in the space of 44 minutes? If so, then why are you not at your promotion ceremony? Now. Tell me. Why wasn't this report delivered to me sooner!?! What were you and your pathetic team doing in the span of 44 minutes!?"

The poor guy standing in front of his desk was starting to think if it was a mistake joining the force. "Well sir," he started, knowing he had to say it fast or he'll be saying goodbye to his new apartment and start hauling his things back to his parents' house."During the span of 44 minutes, we searched the entire area for any signs of the prisoner or how he managed to break out."

"Very good," said the Chief sarcastically." Now give me the results on the investigation and the report on the breakout and get the hell out of my office!"

The officer threw the report on top of the desk, saluted, and prepared to run for his life. However, when he had enough luck to make it to the door, the Chief stopped him.

"Hey you, new kid. You've been on the force for how long?"

"It's been 6 months sir," the officer replied, turning to face the Chief again. Finding that the Chief was engrossed in the report, he turned to leave again. Once again, the Chief's voice stopped him.

"Hey, you're fired by the way."

The poor ex-cop's lip quivered, his eyes filled, and he ran out the door wailing about moving back to his parents' house. The Chief looked up from the report, gazed at the direction of the wailing, and went back to his report.

Time of escape:11:45P.M. July 15

No sign of the prisoner within the area. All search results turned up negative. Escape route unknown. All movements of the fugitive, unknown. Current action, search entire area for any possible sign of the fugitive.

Fugitive details

Central Prison

Solitary Cell 13

Prisoner number-4697635

Name: Kristoph Gavin

July 16 2:15A.M.

Location???

Kristoph Gavin smiled to himself. He succeeded in escaping. After planning his escape for nearly a year, he finally found the perfect time to get out of that hellhole. The entire thing was quite simple, really. All he had to do was pass through the air vent. Of course, those fools at the police force would assume that it wasn't possible for an adult to pass through the vent. Well, it was possible for an adult with a few tools and enough intelligence to make sure the vent didn't appear disturbed. Now he had to get back to the original plan.

He didn't break out of the cell only for the sweet taste of freedom. No, that was only a side benefit; his main reason was to take revenge on his dear little brother, Klavier. He would make him suffer as he did, every single shred of pain and suffering. He would make him pay for helping out Apollo Justice in that trial a year ago. He would make it so no one would ever want to become involved with him in any possible way. Of course, he could simply kill him, and do the entire world a favor, but that would just make Klavier's suffering quicker. No, he would wound him emotionally and make a mark so deep it could never be healed. He would make his little brother die slowly inside until there's nothing left and he breaks. Klavier was going to pay for every single thing that he did. And his older brother was going to make sure that he gets what he deserves.

Kristoph looked up at the starless sky and smiled.

It was time to get started on his plan.

July 16 9:00A.M.

"You've got to be kidding me."

The detective who brought the report looked down at it and said, "I'm afraid not sir, this report states that prisoner 469765 escaped from solitary confinement at 11:45p.m. last night. At the time, the night guard passed by Solitary Confinement Cell 13 and noticed that there was no lights inside the cell; which was strange sir because the prisoner would normally read late into the early hours."

The handsome German prosecutor in front of him smiled grimly and muttered to himself.

"So, Herr Detective, you're telling me that my crazed brother is running around the city, ja? How did my bro even escape?"

"We're still conducting an investigation inside the cell, sir, "the detective said."The most plausible place of escape is through the air vent; but it shows that an adult couldn't possibly fit inside unless they had the appropriate tools. Besides, the vent shows little or no signs of disturbance."

Klavier looked up at this statement and immediately understood. "Investigate the air vent. That's where he escaped. If you use that fingerprinting powder that the Fräulein Detective likes so much, you can see that mein bruder's fingerprints are there."

The detective knew that there was no arguing with the German prosecutor. He placed the report on Klavier's desk/speakers and left his office. Klavier picked up the report and glanced at it. He dropped it and leaned back in his chair and stared down below at the city.

"Was sind du bis jetz, Kristoph?"

July 16 12:26P.M.

Detention Center

Phoenix Wright walked down the hall, led by two guards. He had to visit someone here. It's been 7 years since he saw him, since he's seen him in court. Well, he'd better hope that 7 years isn't too much for him that he couldn't recognize him. Well, he slept for 5 years and never forgot Mia, didn't he?

He couldn't believe it. Phoenix Wright was no longer a defense attorney. He's changed so much since the time he last saw him in court; that trial that he finally accepted the fact that Mia Fey was gone and only he, Diego Armando was to blame. He sipped some of his coffee and said, "So, Phoenix Wright, what brings you here to my cell? Want advice on how to brew the perfect cup of coffee?"

Phoenix smiled. That was a comment that you would expect from the ex-defense attorney turned prosecutor. "As much as I would love to hear that advice," he said. "But I need to talk to you about something."

The Spanish prosecutor looked pretty much the same; he still had the same shock of white hair, same suit and the most prominent feature of his face, the mask that covered half of his face and allowed him to see almost anything except the color red. This was the man who was poisoned and fell into a coma for 5 years and woke up with a different face, lost eyesight, and no one to welcome him back.

"Of course," Diego said. "But first, let's have a chat, shall we? How have you been these past 7 years?"

Phoenix smiled and leaned back in his chair." Let me see, I lost my attorney's badge for forging evidence that I had no idea was forged, I have a daughter who wants to be a magician, and I'm also watching over her half-brother who is a defense attorney. But enough about me, how about you, Armando?"

Diego smirked and finished off his coffee. He received another one, drank deeply and set down the cup. "You've been busy, haven't you, Phoenix Wright? I, on the other hand, am leading a very simple life. I wake up every single morning feeling like I'm living in hell, I have to drink this crap masquerading as coffee and I'm inside this hell all thanks to you. That reminds me, I haven't thanked you, have I?

Phoenix sighed. He has to get this out before he can have a proper conversation about what he wanted. But first, he'll have to try some bribery. He set down a bag that Diego never noticed in front of him and took out a thermos. He unscrewed the top and poured out a cup of coffee. He set the cup in front of the panel of glass separating the two of them just enough for the scent of fresh coffee to reach Diego.

"Mia said it was the only way possible to save you." Phoenix said. "Because of that verdict, you would never have to live with the guilt of killing her mother. If that trial didn't happen at all, you would be free from the cell, but you would never have told us your true identity, you'd live with the pain of killing the mother of the woman you loved and you'll be stuck in your own personal hell. Look on the bright side though; you didn't get the death penalty right?"

Diego finished off another cup of coffee and rested his chin on his wrist. "Wright, don't you ever pay attention to what the world of law is talking about now?"

Phoenix looked surprised and said, "Not a lawyer any more remember? What are you talking about Armando?"

Diego took the thermos and refilled his empty cup with the coffee Phoenix brought. He inhaled the scent of freshly brewed coffee. "Six months ago, I pulled a couple of strings and asked for another trial. I pleaded guilty."

Phoenix stared at him, shocked. "Wh- what?! But- but I thought—"

"Speak up, Wright." Diego said, smirking in that cocky way that only he can pull off. "This may very well be your last conversation with me, so you better say everything that you need to say."

"But I thought that I managed to help prove that what you did was in self-defense!" Phoenix shouted, and then quickly lowered his voice when a guard glared at him.

"Yes, you did Wright, and I truly thank you for that. But I've been thinking for these past few years and I finally decided to do what I had to." Diego said.

"But why—?" Phoenix asked helplessly.

"I have to." Diego said simply.

"You would never under—"he added when his mask fell to the floor.

I-I hit him Phoenix thought, in awe.

"Heh." Diego smirked. "You never change, do you Wright?"

But Phoenix wasn't really paying attention. He was staring at Diego's face, where a thin white scar ran from the bridge of his nose to the side of his face.

"So that's where—"Phoenix said.

"This?" Diego said, pointing to the scar. "You remember, don't you Wright? This is the scar that Dahlia Hawthorne made which sealed my fate.

"Tsk." He added, drinking deep from the thermos. "Truly pathetic, wouldn't you agree Wright?"

"No." Phoenix said quietly. "I never thought of you as pathetic, Diego Armando. I never thought you pathetic when you were Godot, and I ever will even as Diego Armando."

Phoenix picked up Diego's mask and handed it to him.

"Fine." Diego said, affixing the mask to his face. "Fine. What did you want to talk about Wright?"

"No." Phoenix said, as he stood up. "Never mind, Armando, never mind."

"Wright." Diego said. "August 17. Don't be late."

Phoenix clenched his fist and nodded his head once and turned around.

"Wright." Diego called out again.

"Adios mi amigo." Diego said. "Gracias."

And there you have it. My first chapter of my first story. If you liked it, review. If there's something you don't like or don't get, then just tell me. Read and review please!