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Prosecutor…What does it mean to be a prosecutor? We convict the defendant to a life of punishment. However, I don't believe that's all we are. There is more to our career than handing punishment. We live for justice. There is never an innocent defendant, is there? The reason a person is arrested is because of the crime they have committed. There is nothing else to it…
These thoughts were the only things that kept her motivated these days. Nothing else. Not even her thirst for revenge. At least not anymore. Years ago, she strived for perfection, and she still did, though not too much. She was a perfect prosecutor. Her perfect record was her life, or so she thought before the accident occurred. Before the accident which killed two close people to her. At first it surprised her that Miles Edgeworth was so close to her. It was probably the fact that he was both an opponent and friend. But then, she was also surprised that the person who killed him was also on her conscience. One year ago, Phoenix Wright supposedly killed her "brother" because of an unknown motive. He killed both Miles and himself that evening. She wanted to forget that day but it still haunted her. The words Phoenix Wright had uttered before he killed himself and his friend. They were simple yet made a very strong impact on her.
"One day I will come back but until then… don't forget about me."
That simple sentence made an impact on her. All she wanted to do now was get away. Get away from the world and from her conscience. Away from what she knew. Because the case was taken to court, and because she had been the only witness and she had said what she had seen, her testimony had convicted the deceased Phoenix Wright of first degree murder and a life in prison if he were still alive…
Chapter 1
Franziska P.O.V
Walking down the hall to the courtroom is never easy unless you are one hundred percent sure that you will win. Even so, there is always the uncertainty that your opponent will find a flaw in your logic and will crush you. That is why I always have a back-up plan. When your witness messes up, all that is left for you to do is hope and pray that he or she will let you take over and keep their mouth shut while you uncorner yourself. But, I have once experienced the witness' uncertainty and I know that there is no guarantee that you'll testify perfectly. Because of my shock, all I could do was mumble what he had told me to. Phoenix Wright had left a note telling me to say that he had killed Miles and himself by pushing them both off the side of Dusky Bridge.
And I, being the utterly foolish fool that I had been said nothing but what he had told me to say, thus condemning him to prison.
I was an idiot. That's all.
These thoughts swam through my head as I walked down the hall of a hotel in Venice. Why Venice? Because of a case I had accepted a week before. A man in his twenties had been murdered under Juliet's home a week ago. So far, no evidence incriminating the defendant had been found and well, since I was a prosecutor, it wasn't looking to well for me.
I accepted this case for a few reasons, one of them being the fact that I had never been in Venice and that I was one of the only prosecutors at our office who knew how to speak Italian.
That is all there is to it.
Normal P.O.V
Detective Gumshoe hurried out the door of his hotel room and ran to the stairs, not bothering to use the elevator. He rushed out the front door of the air conditioned place and instantly felt the rush of warm air hit him. He hurried down the busy streets. The detective could already feel Franziska's whip against his skin and he clearly imagined the throbbing pain the bruises the whip made would cause.
He was slightly late, alright, very late. Paying attention to his thoughts and not to the people around him, he suddenly crashed into a man wearing a grey hoodie and a pink knit hat.
"H-Hey sorry pal!" Detective Gumshoe said. He examined the man a bit more closely. Something looked familiar but he couldn't quite find it.
"Are you alright?" The man asked at the staring detective.
"U-Umm yeah! W-Wait! A-Aren't you…err no, I mean have we met somewhere before?" The detective asked, still trying to figure out where the familiarity stood.
"I-I better get going pal! Have a good day!" Gumshoe shouted running off.
Finally after a while of running and evading pedestrians, Gumshoe arrived at Juliet Capulet's ancient home. As usual, Franziska was already standing there, her whip glaring at him.
"Hey pal! I-I mean sir- OUCH!" He managed to say before the leather whip slashed down across his face, leaving a dark red gash.
"Scruffy! You're late again! Next month we should have an interesting salary discussion."
"Nooo…" He managed to groan.
"Are you still trying to argue?"
"N-NO! No way sir. I-I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again s-sir."
"Hmph, well anyways, I need the autopsy report you fool."
The detective reached into his briefcase and took out a battered envelope, which, with no doubt, had been brand new and in great condition before the detective had took it in his hands.
"Here pal!I-I mean sir!" He said handing the document to his boss.
"Hmph. I didn't expect anything more proper from someone like you, fool." Franziska said as she snatched the envelope and opened it.
-Autopsy Report-
Victim's Name- Matt Engarde
Time of Death- Approximately 4:15 to 4:40
Cause of Death- First struck with blunt object, Later on stabbed
"Scruffy!"
"Yes sir?"
"...Is this the same Matt Engarde that was found guilty of murder?"
"Yes sir!"
'Hmm...But wasn't he sentenced to life in prison?' Franziska thought to herself.
"He got away sir! He was mumbling something about revenge on that rotten defense attorney or something like that." Gumshoe replied as if he had known what she thought.
"...That rotten defense attorney?...You mean Phoenix Wright."
"Yes sir."
'To bad for him, Phoenix is already dead...' Franziska thought sullenly. "Scruffy! I want you to secure the perimeter. Search the area for one of Mr. De Killer's cards."
Franziska walked down the olive garden path with her briefcase. She sighed.
'How many times do I have to be paired up with that detective?' She thought.
'Detective Scruffy...I guess he has a unique detective personality. Though not serious, I'd probably miss that fool's humor...'
Franziska continued down the path until she got to the busiest part of town. Squeezing past the fools, she almost lost her briefcase. Suddenly, a man bumped into her.
"Ugh you fool!" She said/shouted at the man falling to the ground.
"I'm sorry Fran-miss." The man said, offering his hand for help. Franziska shrugged it off and got up herself. She examined the fool more closely.
"Wait...Aren't you-"
"I hope we meet again Miss von Karma."
"Wait! How do you know my name-"
"Never mind that...I am sorry for taking your time." The mysterious man said as he ran off.
Yep! That's it! Chapter 1!
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Who's the mysterious man? Cliffhanger courtesy of Mimianimelover15!
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