Turnabout Judgement A murder in the prosecutors building has everyone on edge. The plot behind the murder takes a more dangerous turn than Phoenix, Edgeworth and Klavier could ever imagine

Disclaimer I shouldn't have to say it but here we go, I The-Rogue-Phoenix do not own any of the characters from Ace Attorney. I do own any OCs that appear (I shall not be pairing any OCs up romantically either, so no worries!)

Prologue.

[January 17, 12.03pm.

Prosecutors Building.]

The prosecutors building was a tall, sturdy structure that stood out proudly amongst the neighbouring buildings. This building encased some of the countries most brilliant minds among the world of law. Names made famous by winning streaks and high profile cases, names such as Miles Edgeworth and Klavier Gavin. On the flip side of such famous names, there also had been the prosecutors fair share of bad publicity. Manfred Von Karma was a name barely mentioned anymore, not because people had forgotten all the evil crimes he had committed, but out of fear. Fear of the name itself.

Following Manfred Von Karmas incarceration the general public started to lose their trust in prosecutors. Damon Gant hadn't exactly helped with public relations either. With these two high profile murderers behind bars it was sometimes easy to forget that their 'rivals' the defense attorneys also had their fair amount of heroes and villains. Carrying the torch for the innocents was Phoenix Wright, whose belief in his clients never faltered. Even as he pushed through his darkest days, he was there to guide Apollo Justice with his knowledge of the law system.

Thanks to Wright and Justice another murderer was locked away, slowly counting down the days until his final punishment. This mans name? The one and only Kristoph Gavin. Phoenix Wright, Apollo Justice and Kristophs own brother Klavier had put him away with the assumption that he could no longer pose a threat to the world. How wrong could they be?

Outside the prosecutors building stood a lone tall figure. His hair was unkempt and messy, his dark brown eyes sunk in to his head giving the look of a permanently angry person. Passers by on the street looked at him with unease. His eyes paid them no attention, instead they were fixated on the entrance to the prosecutors building. Taking a deep breath, he slowly slipped his hand in to the left pocket in his mac. He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and examined it. He frowned.

The target is in Office 1106. Do not fail me.

His eyes lingered on the last part. Do not fail me. The words were so simple yet so chilling. They were intended as a warning. Stuffing the note back in to his pocket he started to move towards the entrance. As he stalked towards the door he patted his left pocket and silently entered the building.

[January 17th, 12. 13pm

Prosecutors Building, Room 1106]

Prosecutor Winston Payne was pacing back and forth in his new office, he was slightly agitated to say the least. Once again he had suffered another defeat at the hands of a rookie defense attorney. He should have been used to this by now but the loss of his nickname, the Rookie Killer still stung. Ever since Wright had retaken the bar exam and passed a new influx of defense attorneys came flooding through the gates. It was as if it was suddenly cool to be a defense attorney.

"...Bloody Wright! I hate that man...' His grumbled. There was a slight cough from the corner of his office and he was brought back to reality. He had totally forgotten his niece was here visiting. For an intelligent girl she had an immature streak about her, as demonstrated by her swivelling round in his chair as she twirled her red hair around her fingers. He sighed.

"You're not still bitter over losing to another rookie are you Uncle?" She asked with a mischievous glint in her eyes. He shook his head, he knew better than to encourage her. She was exactly what was wrong with this world. Young people these days, they just jumped on what ever band wagon was popular at the time. The current band wagon? Being a defense attorney.

"How long did you say were visiting for?" Winston felt a migraine coming on. Rubbing his temples he edged towards his desk, he was sure he had a packet of tablets lying around somewhere. His niece was sat behind the desk and managed to find them instantly.

"I'm going to grab some water, you stay pu-" He instructed her, but he was stopped mid sentance by a loud bang. She'd heard it too judging by the alarmed looked on her face.

Bang.

There it was again. A cold wave of fear swept through Winstons body. He recognised that sound anywhere, that was the sound of gunshot. He motioned for her to duck under his desk. It was the only hiding place that his new office offered, silently she obeyed.

Bang.

This time the sound was accompanied by the sounds of panic stricken screaming. The last bang sounded closer and Winston found himself gripped by fear. Unsure of what to do, he stood near the door. He closed his eyes and strained himself trying to hear what was going on outside in the corridor. At first he could hear nothing, the screaming had died down. He allowed a brief wave of relief wash over him and then he heard it. Muffled footsteps headed in his direction. Before he could spring in to action the door flung open and a tall man with a gun strode in to the office.

"Get down! Get down now! Are you the prosecutor of this office?" He bellowed wildly at the terrified prosecutor. Winston found himself unable to form a coherent sentence. He nodded meekly.

"Answer me god dammit! Are you the prosecutor of this office?" This time he asked with a snarl of desperation. Winston looked in to his brown eyes and realised that this was probably the end.

"Y-Yes... Yes... this is my office,' He answered. The man was pointing the gun at his head and Winston was sure he was about to pass out.

"Then I am sorry..." The intruder whispered, he held the gun tightly and... Bang. Prosecutor Winston Payne was no more.

The man kicked the newly deceased prosecutor to confirm the death. His hand started to shake and he was about to turn away from the body when something caught his eye. Something or rather someone was under the desk. Without rational thought he raised his hand and pointed the gun at the desk. One pull of the trigger and it was over.

Paying no more attention to the two dead bodies that he was leaving behind he swiftly exited the room. Once again he fished the note out of his pocket, read it and smirked triumphantly to himself. As he made his way down the corridor, he heard a collection of frantic voices approaching.

"Quick this way! The gun shots came from this direction!"

"You sure Pal?"

The man panicked and fled as fast as he could manage. As he ran he accidentally dropped his note, he stopped to pick it up but the voices were fast approaching his location. Abandoning the note he ran through the nearest fire exit and made his escape.

The two detectives on the scene had made it to room 1106 and had made the gruesome discovery that had awaited their arrival. Blood splattered everywhere. The taller of the detectives knelt beside Prosecutor Payne and searched in vain for a pulse. To his dismay he failed to find it.

"Gumshoe... is that who I think it is?" The shorter detective asked shakily, with his hand covering his mouth. The detective called Gumshoe nodded glumly.

"Yep, sure is pal. It's Prosecutor Payne..."

"Who would wanna do him in?"

Who indeed?