Author's Note: Hey. This is my first, proper story (Turnabout Trick was just a test). If anyone could help me out and tell me how to make chapters, that'd be great. This is just the prolouge.

PROLOUGE

The transmitter was placed in front of Larry, who whimpered slightly. Beside him was a masked figure, obviously dressed in all black and with a mask just in case the CCTV spotted him. He had disabled all the cameras but, according to his boss, he could never be too careful.

"Larry Butz, the human who sits on the lowest branch of humanity." an emotionless voice said out of the transmitter. "He's never useful."

"I try..." Larry mumbled.

"Silence." the voice boomed. "Just think about it. Ever since you left school, you've had to have help from everyone. Maya Fey, Mia Fey, Phoenix Wright..."

"What are you talking about?!" Larry yelled but instantly regretted it.

"Shut up!" the transmitter screeched. "Hit him." The masked man threw a punch in Larry's face, the pain rippling through his body. Larry was well-built but he had a gun held to his neck; if he moved, he would die.

"I hope you'll learn your lesson, Larry Butz. Most people would by now." the voice paused. "I forgot. You're not normal."

"I am to." Larry whispered.

"What was that?" the voice cackled. It was a cold, heartless laugh. "Hit him. Harder." The masked man grabbed Larry's neck and threw their fist into it. Larry cried out in pain but couldn't move to massage it.

"You're a pathetic, useless human. How can anyone depend on you? You think you're it, with your spanking new painter outfit or your amazing police officer outfit."

"How do you know about that?" asked Larry.

"Silence. You will speak when spoken to."

"I don't awnser to you." Larry growled.

"Be quiet!" the transmitter paused and Larry believed he would be hit again but, to his surprise, he was left unharmed. "You even stole someone's lunch money one day and didn't give it back until about twenty years later."

"Who are you?" Larry cried in despair. How the hell did this person know so much about him?

"Shut up! You lead a pathetic life, Larry Butz, and will be duly punished." the voice concluded. "Do it." The masked man nodded and held the gun up to Larry's neck, the cold barrel sending a shiver down his spine.

"Say your prayers, Larry Butz." the transmitter said. The trigger was pulled and Larry flinched for a second. However, he didn't have much time. The bullet hit his central nervous system, snapping the cord in half. His body, afraid of losing blood, slowly shut down one by one. Larry slumped onto the floor. He wasn't dead, but he wouldn't be waking up soon.