Hello, I'm Shiun.
Ever since Apollo Justice came out, I've wanted to come up with a bit of fanfiction. I love AA, but I also like writing my own stuff, so I decided to make a fanstory, using the AA settings and characters, but bringing in my own ideas, characters, cases and possibly some laws.

I'm also going to try and explain some holes in the plot with my own interpretation, give some back stories to characters who don't have much, bring some old things back into fashion (Evidence law will return, 4 day trials, greater use of copies of testimonies, some more forensics and whatnot). Also, I intend on making some non-murder cases.

I have an idea for a huge meta series but for now, a small collection of 6 cases. Allow me to give you a setting.

It's been 2 years since Apollo's last big case (the year is 2028). Phoenix has re-applied for the Bar Exam and succeeded, he and Apollo plan to open a new law firm. However, Phoenix has not reverted back to old Phoenix, he's still Hobohodou, just a little more dolled up.

Ema is still a detective, but someone new (sort of) has joined the ranks of detectives and will fill out half of the cases in this lot.

Another thing is that law has changed slightly. The Jurist System will be used in non-murder trials, where a slightly revised version, relying a little less on decisive evidence is present for murder.

I also plan on using artwork, hopefully I can find someone willing to do some for me.

Ace Attorney: Year 1: Odorodou

Case I: Turnabout Film

"ARRRGH! NO! NO! That wasn't meant to happen…NO!" Someone rasped out. A body lay at their feet, the blood filling the cracks of the alleyway like canals. They were lying, their eyes in a state of shock forevermore, looking up at the starry sky. They were dead, murdered by this person.

"I…I need to find a scapegoat…yes…but who?" The voice trembled.

Then it tensed in determination.

"Neu…"

***

15th Jaunuary 2028

9:47AM

Courtroom Lobby No. 4

Oh god…palms sweaty, hair losing gel, voice going…yep, I'm nervous, Apollo thought. His head was in his hands as he sat on the lobby couch.

"Chin up Polly, what will your client think?" A young woman told him. The woman was wearing a magician's outfit, a very famous woman who used the famous "Gramarye Magic". This woman was Trucy Wright, Apollo's partner in solving crime.

"Remind me, why are you here? Don't you have School?" Apollo looked up slightly at the woman.

"We have the day off," she answered cheerfully.

That makes…fifty-four days off in the past eight months, not counting the vacation time the kids get, that girl is DEFINETLY skipping school, Apollo thought, not amused.

"I don't get it Polly; you've been a lawyer for three years now, why are you so stressed about this case?" Trucy asked; her top hat on an angle as she thought.

Apollo thought…why was he nervous…wasn't it obvious to her? "Well for starters, it's my first murder case since…Drew Misham, I just haven't been offered any murders, so I'm pretty nervous. Secondly, your father has been missing for a few days now and for him…although that's not unusual we're about to go into partnership and thirdly…. have you met the defendant?" Apollo pointed half-heartedly to the couch on the other side of the lobby.

A man, about twenty-five sat, completely still. He had a narrow face, which at the moment was whiter then a fine China doll. His black hair, which usually was very neat, was a mess from his hands retreating there so often. His light-green eyes were filled with fear and his clothes, a brown trenchcoat over a brown suit with a pipe in his mouth were…unusual.

"Polly, who is he?" Trucy whispered.

"Evan Neu. Believe it or not, he's an actor, or so he says. I've never heard of him," Apollo whispered back.

"Evan Neu…wait, he did something for Worldwide Studios not too long ago…but I don't remember. Daddy would know, he watches their programs like a hawk," Trucy muttered to Apollo, a hint of admiration in her voice.

Mr. Wright watches Worldwide Studios'…why is she so proud? Apollo thought.

Neu suddenly got up.

"OI! GRAMARYE GIRL…are you part of my defence team?" Neu yelled to the other side of the hall, his British accent painfully apparent.

Trucy was taken aback, but she responded cheerfully. "Yes…I'm the owner of 'The Wright Justice La-'"

"YOU ARE? THEN TELL THAT LAWYER THAT I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! I'M COMPLETELY BLOODY INNOCENT. I SWEAR ON THIS JOB!" Neu bellowed, his voice shaking.

Trucy gasped and backed away a little. "Polly…don't you believe him?" She asked. Although she was seventeen, Apollo still towered over her.

"Well…I don't believe he DID it, but he's denying everything, I don't need to Perceive him to know he's twitching madly as he says that, so he's hiding something," Apollo told her as she looked up to him with trembling eyes.

Neu suddenly ran right up to Apollo.

"YOU, LAWYER, FOR GOD SAKES, I'M INNOCENT, SAVE ME, FOR THE LOVE OF BLOODY GOD, SAVE ME!" Neu screamed; his hands on Apollo's cuff, his face right up. Apollo yelled out.

Suddenly the bailiff ran up and restrained Neu, who was kicking and screaming.

"Uh sir, could you try and control your client?" The bailiff asked.

Apollo, still recovering from the shock of being near strangled, took a while to respond. You try. He's been like this since yesterday. If worse comes to worse, I'll plead insanity, Apollo thought sarcastically.

Suddenly the other bailiff clicked his fingers. "That's right, you, Attorney, I forgot, due to your partnership with Wright, we have to record you in case you present bogus evidence. He may be a lawyer again but we can't take any chances," the bailiff told Apollo.

"Wha? …That's fine," Apollo replied, slightly confused. I thought Mr. Wright got the all clear…wait, look up on me? Apollo thought.

The bailiff wasn't done. "Also, some reporter who did a great deed to the justice system a year back wants to film a documentary on law. You've been chosen by the reporter to be filmed. It'll kill two birds in a stone. You ok with that?" The bailiff asked.

Apollo's eyes grew wide. What? Someone wants to document me? Don't tell me the Chords of Steel are that good, Apollo thought, definitely confused now.

"Sure, that'd be cool," Trucy answered.

"Trucy! Ixnay on the eportay" Apollo snarled quietly.

"But Polly, we'll be on TV!" Trucy whispered excitedly.

On TV? You're talking to some bigwigs about your own show at the moment! Apollo's thoughts were of exasperation at Trucy's happy-go-lucky attitude.

"That'll be it then. You'll meet him in the court room; leave Miss. Gramarye in the Lobby," The bailiff said.

"What?! Aww…I wanted to help Polly!" Trucy whined. The bailiff said nothing. Neu was now controlled, yet his eyes darted from place to place.

This is going to be a great trial… Apollo thought, sarcastically.

****

January 15th 2028

10:00AM

Courtroom No. 4

*BANG*

"Court is now in session for the trial of Mr. Evan Neu," the Judge said. Despite the fact he was well into his years, the Judge still presided over most cases.

"The Defence is ready, Your Honour," Apollo responded.

"The Prosecution is ready, Your Honour," Mr. Payne also responded.

"Heehee…there's no way you can win kid. I'll finally have my revenge on Wright by beating you, his protégée," Payne sniggered, one hand supporting an arm holding his head, his ridiculous hair, now dyed blonde to hide the fact it had gone grey.

Urrk, he's being wayyyyy too smug about this, Apollo thought, sweat running down his forehead.

"I've just received news that a reporter is going to be filming the Defence, is that right Mr…what does it say?" The Judge was trying to read a card.

"Kirrel, Andrew Kirrel," A suave man responded with a smile, his teeth perfect.

Andrew Kirrel was a tall man of thirty-seven. His hair was gelled perfectly into a glamorous hairstyle, heightened by the colour of sleek black. His eyes were a brilliant blue, covered by very expensive sunglasses. He wore a crisp white shirt over a black stripped vest. His outfit was complete with black trousers. His most interesting feature however, was the camera he carried. It seemed almost attached to him. It was a proper director's camera…but an amateur's toy at the same time, with straps on the left arm to support it, although it looked a little small for a professional.

"Mr. Kirrel is it?" It's a very unusual name…young people these days…" the Judge's thoughts probably on his youth.

Young? He's thirty-seven…that's older then Mr. Wright…and he's definitely not young… Apollo thought.

"I must confess, it is not a common name, but why be called something boring and silly like Smith or Wright?" Kirrel responded arrogantly.

"Anyway, are you filming now?" The Judge asked.

"Yes"

"Good, then Prosecutor, your opening statement," The Judge proceeded.

"Certainly, Your Honour," Payne responded. He read from a paper. "The victim in this case is a Mr. Alistair Waye. He was a twenty-four year old Actor who worked with the defendant. Early on the fourteenth of January, the defendant murdered the victim with a blunt object--"

"HOLD IT!" Apollo bellowed out. "You say a blunt object, what exactly?" Apollo asked Payne.

"Errk!" Payne's response was not expected.

"Something wrong, Mr. Payne?" The Judge asked the sweating Prosecutor.

"Umm…well the truth is…the detectives and I couldn't find the exact murder weapon…"

Apollo saw his chance. "So, I must ask, what exactly are you using as evidence to prosecutor my client?"

"OBJECTION!" The screeching voice of Payne came out. "For your information kid, there's more then just the murder weapon…how about this?" Payne smirked as he revealed a photo.

The photo showed Waye's body lying on its back, his head looking up into the day sky, blood splattered everywhere. There were footprints in the blood.

"AACK!" Apollo reared back.

"I'm afraid so. Not only does the victim have DNA traces of the defendant on him, not only does the blood contain two types, the victim and defendant, but the footprints are identical to what the defendant usually wears!" Payne was now exploding with excitement, his screechy voice unusually high.

"I see; that would give suspicion, without the actual murder weapon," The Judge remarked, eyes wide.

"The prosecution wishes to submit the Blood Analysis Report into the Court Record," Payne said.

"The Court accepts this Report into Evidence," The Judge said.

Oh dear, ok. First problem: Insane defendant. Second Problem: Compelling Evidence, Apollo thought.

"Wait, Mr. Justice…what is the Court Record?" Kirrel asked.

Apollo thought for a second. "The Court Record….wow…uh that's pretty much where all the evidence for the trial goes once it's been accepted. All profile's go there too," Apollo answered, Kirrel's camera suddenly in his face.

"Ok then, I guess you would have to check it often huh?" Kirrel chuckled, thinking it to be a funny comment.

"Yes, yes you would," Apollo responded.

Damn, this is starting to feel like a tutorial to Kirrel…what next, needing me to explain Cross Examination? Apollo thought.

Wait a minute…footprints at a crime scene? DNA? That's not all that compelling…I better make a point, Apollo thought, putting his finger on his forehead, before deciding to go ahead.

"HOLD IT!"

All eyes focussed on him.

Apollo slammed his fists into the table. "Your Honour, this evidence, although compelling, is not enough grounds to convict this defendant! This evidence isn't decisive beyond doubt," Apollo declared.

"OBJECTION!" Payne screeched. "Look kid, don't think I'm done, just because his footprints were found doesn't mean we would convict him. There was one person who came forward as a witness to the crime. We have them in court as we speak," Payne shot back, looking smug.

"WITNESS?" Apollo reared back.

"What's the matter Mr. Justice?" Kirrel asked, looking smug, camera focussed.

"My case was built on the grounds that no-one had any decisive evidence, now we have a witness, if their testimony is flawless, we're in trouble!" Apollo told him.

"Mr. Justice, please refrain to talking to your reporter so loudly in the middle of the opening statement," The Judge glared at Apollo.

"Ehehe, sorry Your Honour." Apollo cracked a smile, hand fiddling with hair.

"Actually, I've finished with my introduction," Payne piped in.

"You are? Oh…well who will you present?" The Judge asked.

Payne smirked. "The Prosecution calls the defendant Mr. Evan Neu to the stand," he declared.

Urk…this isn't going to be pretty, Apollo thought as the sweat came back.

Neu walked over to the stand. Surprisingly, he was calm and his face was in a look of thoughtfulness.

Wait…what happened to my panicky defendant? Apollo thought, pushing a finger to his forehead. He must be trying to act cool…good, but not good enough for Justice!

Payne began the questioning. "Name?"

"Evan Neu."

"Age and Occupation?"

"That's right, age now needs to be given since that law was past last July?" Kirrel asked Apollo.

"Right," Apollo replied. Actually, I didn't really know that they had passed that law… he thought.

"Twenty-five. My occupation…well in the mornings I work at the Immigration office, but I'm also am an actor," Neu answered, his voice clear and not faltering for a single moment.

"Please give us your testimony as to the events of the night of the murder," The Judge asked.

"Testimony? What does that mean?" Kirrel asked.

"I thought you were studying for this documentary," Apollo asked.

"Well this is for the audience, it's a word they're probably not familiar with," Kirrel replied, camera on his eye pointed squarely at Apollo's face.

"Well…a testimony is a retelling of the events a person witnessed. Usually it's used if there's no evidence or non-decisive evidence to convict," Apollo explained.

"Wait, what about the Jurist System? I thought that they decided," Kirrel asked, still focussing the camera on Apollo.

"Well…in capital offences such as murder, it was decided that the law was in the hands of us as…well an incident occurred a year or two ago, and the Jurist system was reserved only for offences such as assault, robbery and theft--actually, every crime except murder and manslaughter…maybe attempted murders have a Jury now," Apollo continued to explain, further unfocussed as the camera got closer to him. "Does the camera really need to be so close?" he asked nervously.

"Yes, I need to capture your sweating face, to show what you go through," Kirrel said with a laugh.

The Judge banged his gavel. "Mr. Justice, please, cease giving the report while Mr. Neu gives his testimony."

"But Your Honour, Kirrel keeps asking me the questions," Apollo boldy told him.

"Really? Well tell him to refrain from interfering," The Judge asked, sternly.

"Shutting up now, Your Honour," Kirrel said, smiling.

"Please, Mr. Neu, begin your Testimony," The Judge said.

Witness Testimony: What I did

"As I've said before, I'm an actor. That night, we were filming in the alley between the Apartment block and the Wonder Bar. We had seen Miss. Gramarye perform that night, leaving at 10PM to commence filming. Our director was filming me and Waye

At 11PM, and we stopped for 20 minutes for a break. At 11:20, we continued to film until midnight. Then I went home. I was not at the scene of the crime when it occurred."

End Testimony

"Hmm…" The Judge hummed, deep in thought. "Well Mr. Justice, do you wish to Cross Examine?" he asked.

"Definitely, Your Honour," Apollo replied, nodding.

"Excuse me, Mr. Justice, what is this Cross Examine?" Kirrel asked; his camera swayed in his direction.

I knew he was going to ask me, Apollo thought, annoyed.

"Well, Cross Examining is when I press the witness for more testimony. If there are discrepancies between their testimony and the evidence or the case facts, then I present it and let them explain, or try to explain it myself. Usually people lie, which risks perjury, but these days, that's very rare," Apollo explained away, praying the judge wouldn't penalize him.

"Hmm, so how is evidence declared?" Kirrel asked, pressing the zoom function.

Apollo shifted uncomfortably. "Well, that's a good question. It depends, but uhh... more commonly there's the evidence law, which says that you have to have it declared evidence by someone in the force or detectives and that it must be relevant. The second is more relaxed as we can fit it in when we present it, but unauthorized evidence is pretty serious these days," Apollo continued to share the law to Kirrel. Wow, I can't believe I remembered that, he thought.

The gavel banged. "The cross examination please," The Judge demanded.

"AACK!...Sure thing, Your Honour," Apollo croaked, sweating.

CROSS EXAMINATION

"As I've said before, I'm an actor,"

HOLD IT!

"So, you're an actor, were you at Worldwide Studio's at all?" Apollo asked.

Neu started to explain. "No, I don't believe I was. Like I said, it's a part-time thing. I'm in Immigration, patrolling the coa-"

"OBJECTION" Payne screeched. "This is all irrelevant to the murder, please don't take part in idle chitchat," he barked.

The Judge nodded. "Remember Mr. Justice, this is a court of law, not a friendly outing."

Fine then, let's just throw him in jail without asking anything, because it's all 'chitchat,' Apollo thought, annoyed.

"That night, we were filming in the alley between the Apartment block and the Wonder Bar,"

HOLD IT

"In between the Apartment Block and the Wonder Bar? You mean the one Tru--I mean Miss Gramarye performs at?" Apollo asked.

"Yes, she performed that night…it was…bloody magical," Neu said, starry eyed.

Yes, I bet it was…She probably used her Magic Panties…wait a minute… Apollo thought, looking at Neu, suddenly coming to a conclusion… Better leave that for now, Apollo thought, exasperated.

"We had seen Miss. Gramarye perform that night, leaving at 10PM to commence filming,"

HOLD IT

"What exactly were you filming?" Apollo asked.

"I thought it might've been obvious; we were filming a detective movie. I was some chap named…Detective…Sholmes?" Neu trailed off in thought, trying to remember his character.

"Ahem…anyway, who was Waye playing?" Apollo asked, trying to steer Neu from going into deep thought.

"Oh, Waye was playing the villain. I have a photo of him--oh, an' that detective said it might be evidence, so she approved it," Neu answered, presenting a photo. It depicted Waye, wearing what he wore in his other photo…except this one wasn't stained red.

Hmm…this might come in handy, best to put it in the record, Apollo thought.

"Hmm…that's not what I thought he'd be wearing if he was a villain," Kirrel murmured.

"Eh?" Apollo looked at him.

"Oh, never mind, just keep on cross multiplying or whatever it was you were doing," Kirrel replied, hastily.

"Our director was filming me and Waye,"

HOLD IT

"Your director, who was he?" Apollo asked.

"Oh, well he's a new director, only done maybe one add…I think he asked us to keep his name safe from public until he made it big," Neu replied, staring off in the distance, sucking his pipe.

"Mr. Justice, is this line of question important?" The Judge asked.

Apollo pondered this question for a few moments. Hmm…at the moment, I don't think it's important. "At present, no, it's not important, but I think we should keep the director in mind for later," Apollo declared.

"Very well, on with the testimony." The Judge continued the proceedings.

"At 11PM, we stopped for 20 minutes for a break."

HOLD IT

"Only after an hour filming? That doesn't seem like a long enough time to warrant a break," Apollo asked.

"OBJECTION!" Payne screeched. "Kid, we take a recess sometimes after an hour and a half, the time it takes for a recess doesn't matter,"

"That's right; it can be however long or however short before a recess. Objection sustained," The Judge approved.

Urrgh, it still seems fishy is all, Apollo thought, sweating.

"At 11:20, We continued to film until midnight."

HOLD IT

"You only filmed for a grand total of an hour and a half?" Apollo asked, banging his fists.

"Well, this was our last night; we were just filming the final scene. We didn't have that much more to film. It went bloody quick, that's for sure." Neu sucked on his pipe.

"Furthermore, it seemed that the alleyway closed at 12:30AM, according to this Sign, it seemed it was a private one, belonging to the Apartment block next to the Wonder Bar" Payne chimed in, producing a photo.

"The Court accepts this into Evidence," The Judge said, nodding.

Hmm…that sign is interesting…Apollo thought. It means that the killer only had half an hour to kill Waye and pin it on Neu…then dispose of the weapon. Should I press him?

Apollo thought for a little longer. No, best save it, he concluded.

"Then I went home. I was not at the scene of the crime when it occurred."

OBJECTION

Apollo slammed his fists on the table. "Mr. Neu, I know you didn't do it," Apollo started.

"Well, that's to be expected, you're my bloody defence," Neu grumbled.

"Yes, but if you're going to lie, I will raise my fist and my Chords of Steel. Take a look at this," Apollo continued, producing the Crime Photo

"Urrgh, what a ghastly site," Neu blurted out, looking fearful. "But what on earth has this to do with me?"

Apollo slammed his fists again. "Your footprints are at the scene…in Blood!"

"ARRRRK!" Neu reeled back.

"We have record that your footprints and your blood type were there…tell me, why conceal that?" Apollo demanded, banging his fists again.

"OBJECTION," Payne screeched. "Kid, that's my job to incriminate the defendant!"

"Yes, and it's my job to pronounce them Guilty!" The Judge butted in.

"Yes, but it's my job to expose the lies of witnesses," Apollo argued. "Mr. Neu, your footprints were found here in this photo, covered in blood. Police matched your shoes to them--they're identical," Apollo continued. He slammed his fists. "What do you have to say to that?"

"ARRRK!" Neu slammed the bench with his hand, face totally horror-struck. "WAIT! Fine…I guess I couldn't have gotten out of this totally clean..." Neu sighed.

"You mean, you're guilty?" Payne asked hopefully.

"NO, I'm bloody not guilty!" Neu yelled out.

The audience began to talk.

*BANG* Went the Gavel. "Order!" The Judge roared. "Mr. Neu, please go on with your testimony, and tell us the truth, or I will slam a Perjury charge on you so fast you won't see it coming," he declared.

That's what she said, Apollo thought. Still, when was the last time ANYONE in this city got charged with perjury?

Witness Testimony: The truth

"I was there. BUT NOT DURING THE BLOODY MURDER! I really did leave the alleyway at Midnight, but somehow I found my way back to the crime scene. When I got there, Waye was dead. His blood was seeping into the cracks and making puddles. I have no idea who did it, or when."

End Testimony

The Judge stared blankly. "His blood was seeping into the cracks?" he asked.

"That's correct, Your Honour. It was bloody frightening, that's for sure," Neu replied, nodding his head whilst sucking his pipe.

"But…I don't see where an earthquake had been, so where are these cracks?" The Judge asked.

"…" The Courtroom was silent.

"Ah yes…Your Honour, the alleyway was Cobblestone," Payne corrected.

"Then, why didn't you say the 'gaps between the cobblestones?'" The Judge asked sternly.

Oh please…please don't tell me he needs to be clarified over that, Apollo thought, sweat running down his forehead.

"This Judge isn't exactly the best shot in the scene, that's for sure," Kirrel joked, laughing silently.

You're not exactly the best director in Hollywood either, Apollo thought to himself, fed up with this man. Suddenly, his bracelet tightened.

"Wha? My Bracelet…" Apollo murmured.

Kirrel's camera instantly swayed into Apollo's face.

"What Bracelet?" Kirrel's eyes were sparkling as he spoke.

Oh no…how do I explain this? "Uh…well…It's kinda hard to explain," Apollo smiled and shrugged, then started to muss his hair with his hand.

"Well start, we've got plenty of time," Kirrel said, eyes still sparkling

What is he on about? We have NO time, Apollo thought, annoyed at his determination to document everything.

"Ok, believe me or not, my Bracelet tells me when people are lying. If I look at them closely, I can see their Nervous Ticks, then get them to explain them, opening the case up. I can perceive their habits, in other words," Apollo quickly rushed through, hoping not to arouse the Judge's attention.

Kirrel's eyes shone wider. He started to speak quickly, firing off standard reporter questions. "A supernatural power? That's great. When did you acquire it? Why? How? Is it use-?"

*SLAM*

"Mr. Kirrel, please stop talking to the Defence Attorney and let him do his job," The Judge ordered

"Yes, Your Honour, but tell the Attorney to stop asking me to get his finger on camera, its sorta annoying," Kirrel said, with a grin.

What? Why, he's the one who's asking about every single legal term, when he's meant to be making a court documentary! Apollo thought, not amused.

"Mr. Justice, please just Cross Examine the Witness without getting Mr. Kirrel to make you look good, also I want the bit about the cobblestones stuck in for clarification," The Judge asked.

"Y-Yes, Your Honour," Apollo said. Damn Kirrel, he thought.

CROSS EXAMINATION

"I was there. BUT NOT DURING THE BLOODY MURDER!"

HOLD IT

Apollo banged his fists. "Mr Neu, your footprints and DNA are at the crime scene. How come they're there if you weren't present during the murder?" he demanded.

"Erkk…well…I didn't notice the body at first, so as I was walking across the cobblestones, I looked down and saw him…that's when I panicked and tripped on his blood…my head banged on the dumpster…I think a bit of blood might've seeped out.

"OBJECTION" Payne screeched. "Kid, that sounds awfully convenient," he said, flapping his blond hair.

"Well, that's the bloody truth, I didn't have anything to do with the murder," Neu protested, clutching his pipe.

HOLD IT

"Then…why did you not see the body or look down? Wouldn't it have smelled?"

Apollo asked.

"Well…the body was next to an utterly rank dumpster, so I didn't know that it was actually the smell of a bloody dead body…" Neu said, sucking his pipe to think.

Poor choice of words there, Apollo thought, sweating madly.

"I really did leave the alleyway at Midnight, but somehow I found my way back to the crime scene."

HOLD IT

"Why did you decide to return?" Apollo asked, finger on forehead in thought.

"My director asked me too. Apparently we needed to refilm another scene," Neu said, sucking his pipe.

"What time was this?" Apollo asked, finger still on forehead.

"I think it was about twelve ten. I hadn't even bloody finished getting home," Neu said. A look of disdain was on his face.

"How far away is your home?" Apollo asked.

"OBJECTION!" screeched Payne. "Mr Justice, that line of question is totally irrelevant to the crime at hand, it doesn't matter how far away the person lives." Payne sniggered and putt his hand to his balding forehead.

"Objection Sustained; don't get off-topic," The Judge said, staring down Apollo.

I better stay on topic, before they actually penalize me…Apollo thought, sweat appearing again. Wait…what did he say about his director? That's odd...when he mentions that…wait, I've got it, Apollo's thoughts suddenly went at a mile a minute…he had seen something, which looked…out of place.

"I have no idea who had done it, or when."

There, he looks nervous…I have to find it… Apollo was looking…for a sign that his defendant was hiding info.

I know he's hiding something…but where? Apollo's eyes, heightened by a sudden sharpness in his sight, could see everything …Neu's eyes, his body, his mouth…that's when he saw the Nervous Tick

"GOTCHA!"

"Mr. Neu…I think you're hiding information," Apollo said.

"What?! Why the bloody hell would I hide information? I'm on trial for MURDER!" Neu was bent over slightly, clutching his pipe.

"Mr. Neu…whenever you told us about your director, you sucked your pipe," Apollo informed him, arms crossed, grinning.

"Yes, he sucked it for all it was worth, like a mad editor still stuck behind his deadline sucking a pen!" Kirrel responded, his camera now on Neu.

Please don't make lame movie metaphors when I'm the focus of this documentary…Apollo thought, annoyed.

"What is this? What on earth have you got to say to that Mr. Payne?" Neu said.

Hey, I'm trying to help you here you idiot, don't ferry off ideas to the enemy! Apollo's new confidence was shortened, his sweat returned.

"Yes, Mr. Justice, where are you going with this?" Payne replied, clearly not confident.

"Mr. Neu. When you just said, 'I have no idea who had done it,' you sucked your pipe again," Apollo continued.

"You-You're not saying!" Payne gasped.

"Yes I am…"

Apollo banged his fists on the table.

"YOU THINK YOUR DIRECTOR IS GUILTY, BUT YOU CAN'T FIND THE WORDS TO SAY IT!" Apollo yelled.

"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRK!" Neu screamed, reeling back, so much that he lost his balance and fell.

"That is all, Your Honour," Apollo said.

Whew…I think I've bought him more time, Apollo thought, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Wait…Mr. Justice, you intend to accuse Mr. Neu's director as the murderer?" The Judge asked, eyes bugged out in surprise.

"Correct, Your Honour," Apollo said, nodding.

"OBJECTION!" Payne screeched. "Just who is this director anyway?! It's ludicrous to think he's the killer. Tell us who he is, if you're so sure," Payne said, sweat running down his face.

Errk…I didn't think that far ahead…Wait…there's one person…but, he wouldn't… Apollo thought, before he came to a conclusion.

The Judge banged his gavel. "Mr. Payne has a point. If you can't provide a name to this suspect, then your claim is not acceptable," The Judge declared.

This is it…I think this is kinda making sense now… Apollo thought, finger on forehead.

"Mr. Justice, who is Mr. Neu's director?" The Judge asked

"TAKE THAT!"

"Mr. Andrew Kirrel, Your Honour," Apollo said, smiling.

"HAHAHAH! You can't be serious!" Kirrel laughed, "Why would I be in Court if I was the killer?"

"It's simple, to keep Neu quiet," Apollo said.

"This is most extraordinary! Mr. Justice, you're accusing the person filming your documentary as the killer?" The Judge was shocked.

"Yes…Your Honour." Apollo nodded.

"OBJECTION!" Payne screeched. "Hee,hee! I knew it! You're mad! Mr. Justice, Mr. Kirrel isn't the killer," Payne said, sniggering as he flipped his hair.

"How do you know?" Apollo demanded, banging his table.

"Because…he's the Witness!" Payne screeched.

"WHAAAAAAAAT?!" Apollo lurched back.

"It's true. I'm sorry to say, Mr. Justice, I just got my footage as well as to present my testimony," Kirrel said smirking, camera on Apollo.

Urrk, he was meant to kill three birds with one stone… Apollo thought, exasperated by the whole thing.

"I must say, your look of defeat is marvellous," Kirrel replied, a gleam in his eye.

The Judge banged his Gavel.

"The court will take a ten minute recess to get this information through our heads, then Mr. Kirrel will testify," The Judge ordered.

"Hee, hee, I told you I'd beat you," Payne sniggered, the hair flick no better.

Oh darn…but that means…if he was the only one there... Apollo thought
He's the killer

The Judge banged his gavel. "Court will reconvene in ten minutes," He declared.


Whew, that was quite a long 8 months writing.
Well, now that I've revealed the killer, lets give:
Name Puns
Aliastair Waye=This one is pretty easy, just shorten his name to Ali. Ali Waye=Alleyway
Evan Neu=Pronounce it "new", to get Evan New=Avenue. Also "Neu" is German for "New", which refers to him being a new actor
Andrew Kirrel=This is a Japanese pun. Because there is a lot of confusion over the L/R sound in Japanese, I've made a name who's meaning changes with these letters. Think of his name being mistranslated and reverse the R's and the L's. Andrew Kirrel=Andrew Killer. It's pretty simple.
Now, I want you to leave your comments, give an analysis, tell me what to improve or what you want changed. I'd also like artwork if you would like to draw it, because I think it would be of great help to the story.
So, the next part will be up when it is up. Do not expect regular updates as I don't have the time to write this all up at once.

Finally, I would like to give a Special Thanks to Croik, who was extremely helpful in the creative process of this story and being my editor. Without your help, this story would probably be still in developement hell. So thanks a lot Croik~
And thats it for Part one of Odorodoh Case 1