A/N: This is my first ever fanfiction, so basically, welcome to the dark side of my mind that comes up with terrible stories. Reviews would be appreciated because I need some sort of motivation if you want me to continue the story.
It was around 9:30pm, the sky had pitch black with only a few stars shiny though the cloudy night, and Phoenix Wright was slouched on the sofa watching old episodes of the Steel Samurai. As he turned the TV off, he heard someone at the door. Wondering who could be visiting the office so late, he opened the door. Standing before him was Apollo Justice wearing a long red coat and hiding his hands in the large pockets of the coat. Phoenix looked him in the eye and knew there was definitely something wrong. Apollo just stood there glaring at Phoenix. It was like he wasn't the Apollo Phoenix knew and loved, there was something different about him.
"Apollo!" Phoenix exclaimed, "You never come over this late, what's wrong?"
There was silence, as Apollo just stood there not saying anything. Phoenix grew ever more concerned.
"Apollo, if there is something wrong, please tell me, you must have come over for a reason" Phoenix continued, hoping that the young attorney would reply.
After more silence, Phoenix said "you can't stand there all night, come inside, you can tell me what it is when you're ready to talk," and pulled the man dressed in red inside and shut the door.
Sitting on the sofa, Phoenix gestured for Apollo to come and sit with him. However, Apollo just stood there, not moving from where Phoenix had pulled him into the room.
"Please say something, Apollo," Phoenix begged, looking up at Apollo, "You're making me worry".
Apollo was no longer glaring at Phoenix, but sorrowfully staring at the floor. After moments of more silence Phoenix decided to stand up and embrace Apollo in a hug, as he could not think of a better way to comfort him.
"You can trust me, Apollo, so please tell me what's wrong," Phoenix whispered with Apollo still in his arms.
Apollo, raised his head to look Phoenix in the eyes, but after a few seconds, he turned his face away. Phoenix could feel Apollo taking his hands out of his pockets and thought that Apollo was about to contribute to the hug and finally tell him what's bothering him. Instead, a sharp pain entered Phoenix's side. He looked down to see a knife in his side, and holding the knife in red gloved hands was Apollo. Phoenix could feel the blood seeping through his clothes, staining them red. Apollo's favourite colour.
Apollo let go of the knife, leaving it wedged into Phoenix's body, and stepped back. Phoenix staggered backwards in pain and stared at Apollo in confusion. He couldn't understand why Apollo would do this to him. Phoenix was losing blood and became light-headed. He called out to Apollo with a weak voice and saw a blurry image of the man before him pulling up the red hood from the back of his coat over his head, turning around, and leaving the room. Phoenix swore he heard the words "I'm sorry" being whispered right before the door closed, and then he fell backwards, passed out on the floor.