Episode 1: Turnabout Tickets

Part 1-1: Trial

Date: ?

Area: ?

Time: ?

"Are… You sure about this?" The man wearing a necklace of an eagle said.

"Yes. Stop being so worried. It's a simple job." The man with light blue eyes said.

"F-Fine. Let's just hurry up." The duo drive their car through the dirt road and crashed through the store.

"Get on the floor!" The man with light blue eyes yelled to everyone in the store. They just stood in shock. "I… I said get on the- AGH!"

"No! Don't die on me… You bastard! Get up!" The eagle necklace wearing guy exclaimed as he looked at his friend on the ground, with a bullet right in his forehead. "No…" The man ran out of the hole in the wall, escaping the scene of the crime. "Damn it… Damn it all!"

July 18th

Tristen's Room

10:45 AM

Tristen's eyes slipped open, revealing his dark blue eyes. He sat up in his bed and reached over to his bedside table. He grabbed the TV remote and turned it on to show some random channel, hoping a loud noise would wake him from his sleepiness. Oddly, it showed the news channel, which was broadcasting some trial with a world famous prosecutor on trial for a murder.

(…When did I change to this? Whatever. Might as well change the chan-)

"May the defendant, Hazel Lawful, please step up to the witness stand for the announcement of my verdict." A very young looking judge said.

(…Hazel…?) Something clicked in Tristen's head. (…Crap!) He slipped on his jeans, black shoes, and replaced his pajama shirt with a white T-shirt and zipped up a dark gray hoodie on top of it. He unchained his bike and road off towards the court house.

July 18th

Courtroom Lobby No. 5

10:30 AM (A Few Minutes Earlier)

Hazel looked into the attorney's eyes, hoping to get some sort of emotion out of them. "Are you alright, Mr. Trotter?"

The attorney rubbed his face. "…Fine, Mr. Lawful. Ready to get this show on the road?"

"Yeah. Just hurry please." Hazel faced the courtroom doors. "Let's go."

The attorney walked through the doors first, and Hazel saw something drop to the ground, but he ignored it. Seeing as how something else was more important.

July 18th

Courtroom No. 5

10:35 AM

The gallery whispered theories, gossip, and other nonsense, until the judge banged her gavel.

"Order, Order in the court!" The woman yelled out. "Mr. Erik, are you ready?"

"Yes, your honor." The man smiled widely. "I'm more than ready."

"Mr. Trotter, are you ready?" She asked.

"Y-Yes. I'm prepared, your honor." Trotter turned his head from the judge to the prosecution. He gave a very unnoticeable nod at the opponent.

"Prosecution, you may give your opening statement."

"Thank you, your honor. Anyways, this whole case started from a simple robbery. The victim, also known as Mike Charley, and his partner crashed through wall of the store with a vehicle, and right after they exited the vehicle, one of the two criminals were immediately shot in the head, instantly killing him." The prosecutor explained.

"…So, I assume the partner is the one who holds the most suspicion. Why is this prosecutor the defendant?" The judge asked.

"Because, he has the easiest way, and a perfect motive. Here is a Pre-Autopsy Report." Mr. Erik had a serious tone.

"…Pre? As in, not complete?" The judge asked.

"Yes. It hasn't given the forensic team much time seeing as how this incident occurred yesterday. We might get a visit from a medical examiner today."

"I see…" The judge crossed her arms in thought.

"I would very much like to see how the defense struggles out of this one. To prove multiple things I've said, I would like to call the defendant up to the witness stand."

"…No objections here." Mr. Trotter rubbed his chin with his index finger and thumb. Hazel walked up to the witness stand.

"Defendant, state your name and occupation." Mr. Erik with a serious tone.

"Hazel Lawful, I work as a prosecutor." He answered.

"…High prosecutor, correct?" The judge asked.

"Yes, your honor."

"Alright. I'd like for you to testify about the night of the crime, Prosecutor Lawful."

Witness Testimony – The Night of the Crime

I had been pulled over at a small mini-market.

The police officer did his usual business that he always did with tickets.

He walked back to his car to grab his ticket book, then…

I heard a loud crash! Then, a gunshot!

I walked out of the car, and went to investigate.

I walked into the store, and found the dead body along with a hole in the wall.

"Those were the events that transpired tonight." Hazel cracked his knuckles, and then crossed his arms.

"…Well, that was certainly an eventful night." The judge fixed the positioning of her glasses. "Defense, please commence with the cross-examination."

"Of course, your honor." Mr. Trotter crossed his arms.

Cross-Examination – The Night of the Crime

I had been pulled over at a small mini-market.

"Hold it!" Mr. Trotter began to rub his chin again. "Why were you pulled over?"

Hazel closed his eyes. "I made a wrong turn, but the placement of the sign confused me."

Mr. Erik interjected. "Is this really necessary?"

Mr. Trotter thought for a second. "I guess not. Proceed with the testimony.

The police officer did his usual business that he always did with tickets.

He walked back to his car to grab his ticket book, then…

I heard a loud crash! Then, a gunshot!

"Hold it! Which came first?" Mr. Trotter crossed his arms.

"The crash. Then, a gunshot followed not too long after." Hazel looked to his right. "…I guess I heard something else too…"

"Hm? What else did you hear?" Mr. Trotter placed his hands on the desk, and leaned in anticipation.

"…Well, maybe I didn't hear anything… I swear I heard something…" Hazel scratched his chin.

"Hm. Well, continue."

I walked out of the car, and went to investigate.

I walked into the store, and found the dead body along with a hole in the wall.

"Hold it!" (What should I ask…?) "What do you mean by 'hole in the wall'?"

"Well, as the prosecution said, a car crashed through the wall of the store. I obviously saw it."

"Oh… Right."

Then, the judge banged her gavel on the pedestal. "This seems completely useless. It doesn't seem like he's guilty…"

"How wrong you are, your honor. Mr. 'Lawful' here forgot to mention the scoped rifle found in his car's trunk. And how his fingerprints are on the trigger…"

Hazel's hands started trembling. "T-Trotter! I trust you can get me out of this hole… R-Right?"

Trotter looked down at the defense's bench. "I… I can't do this right now…"

"W-What?!" Hazel suddenly started to panic.

"Are you… Pleading guilty?" Mr. Erik smiled at his captured prey.

"We… Plead…" Trotter looked at the judge. "Guilt-"

"Objection!" A teenager with half of his hair being green and the other half being raven black. He had his finger pointing out to everyone.

"T-Tristen?"

"Dad, how's the trial going?" The boy smirked.

To Be Continued…