chapter 2. i tried to make things flow a bit more with this chapter. feel free to tell me what you think!
I collapsed onto the couch in my living room. The trial could not have gone any worse. The real killer, Dahlia Hawthorne, got away. I could do nothing to stop her. I mean, what could I have done? My client was dead after all. Terry Fawles had committed suicide because of that woman. That Dahlia Hawthorne.
I felt sick. I couldn't do anything. The entire day had been terrible. From almost getting killed at work, to realizing the sad truth about the trial, to having my client kill himself, to Dahlia Hawthorne getting away, and then, finally, to having my car break down.
I was halfway home when my car rolled to a stop in the middle of the road. The towing guy had to give me a ride back home.
"I'm never going back to court." I mumbled to myself as I reached for the television remote that was lying on the coffee table. I pushed the "on" button and the black screen came to life.
The channel my TV was set to turn on to was the news, which I normally enjoyed watching. At that moment, however, I would rather not. Watching about my failure and the suicide of Mr. Fawles was not on my agenda. My finger moved towards the button which would change the channel, but my finger stopped in mid-motion when I saw what was on the screen.
Brown curly hair that was shoulder length, and a deep scar that ran across his face. The caption that went with the picture read, "Aaron Syral Uncovered as the Brute Assassin!"
My face went white. The man who had attacked me earlier was the Brute Assassin, the most known assassin in the city. His name described him exactly. He attacked and killed with brute force.
Unlike most assassins, as soon as he got an assignment from a client, he set out to kill. Aaron Syral never waited for just the right moment. When he first saw his victim, that was when he'd attack.
He would also kill out in the open. His most famous job was the killing of the town's mayor. A single bullet shot to the head. The mayor had been in the middle of a town hall speech.
"Lowering the town's crime rate is at the top of my agenda" were the last words the mayor ever said. That's when Aaron Syral pulled out his gun. After shooting the mayor, he disappeared. No one could find him, and the police searched for three weeks after the assassination. That was another thing he was famous for. Committing a crime in public, and then vanishing.
"So someone wants me dead." I said quietly to myself. My stomach did a somersault and I felt even worse than before.
What's the point of killing me? I've never done anything to anybody.
I sunk into the couch cushions and closed my eyes. Hundreds of thoughts pushed themselves into my head, and my brain instantly focused on sorting through them all. An assassin attacks me before a trial, and then I lose the trial. The woman who got away, Dahlia Hawthorne, had never seemed even the slightest bit flustered through out the trial. Even when I had accused her of murder, that sweet smile had been plastered on her face.
Could she have hired the assassin? No. That wouldn't make sense. If she was so confident in not being discovered, she wouldn't have hired an assassin. Would she? Well, she could have. Maybe she wasn't one hundred percent positive, so the assassin would have taken care of all worry. But then again, today was my first day in court. If she had hired Aaron Syral, and he had killed me, then there would be the chance of a state attorney taking over the case. That state attorney could have been experienced. She probably wouldn't have risked going up against an experienced defense attorney when the chance at having a rookie like me handling the defense was there. So, I guess she wouldn't have hired Mr. Syral. But then, who was it?
I went through a list of people that i knew. Marvin Grossberg, Payne Winston, Miles Edgeworth, Diego Armando, Maya Fey, Morgan Fey...
"She wouldn't dare." I whispered. Morgan Fey. There was the possibility that it had been her. Ever since my mother, who was Morgan's younger sister, had taken the Kurain Master spot, my Aunt Morgan had desperately been trying to get the position. Normally, she would have been next in line, but my mother's spiritual techniques had been stronger.
I was technically the next in line, and I had no idea when the next Master would be named. My mother, Misty Fey, had disappeared years ago, and that is why I became a lawyer in the first place. To try and figure out as much as possible about my mother's disappearance has always been my goal.
"I might as well find out." I stood up and walked over to the kitchen counter. The house phone sat there with a list of numbers directly to the right of it. Dialing a phone number, I waited. After the phone had rung four times, I heard a voice on the other end of the line.
"Hello?"
"Ah good you're still at work. I need you to pick up the case file that I left on my desk. The one about today's trial. Could you meet me at the park in about twenty minutes?"
"Uh sure thing. See you then I guess."
"Thanks a lot Diego." I hung up the phone and hurriedly made another call to one Miles Edgeworth.