The guard opened the door and let Apollo and Trucy into the small room. The two pulled up a couple of chairs to the counter and sat down, awaiting the young boy to come inside the room. It took a minute until a sound came from the other side of the glass. The guard had been pushing a teenager into the room, who had been resisting going into the room. Once the guard put his hand on the boy's right hand, the young man took a step back and gripped his wrist tightly, as if in pain, but no words came out of his mouth.
Great, now Trucy's making friends with the troublemakers at school… Apollo thought as he watched Ethan sit down across from him. The three of them stayed quiet, and the room was so tense one could cut it with a knife. Apollo pulled on his collar, and took this moment to examine the boy's appearance. Ethan looked to be a bit taller than Trucy and had the same color of hair his mother had. A black cap was adorned on his head, and he held the peak of the cap tightly and pulled it down, covering his eyes. His right hand was bandaged, and a bit of blood seeped through the wrappings. On his torso was a thin navy blue coat and a red shirt under it.
"Excuse me, Mr. Cryst…" Apollo said, studying the boy in front of him carefully. Ethan barely seemed to respond to him, he was like a statue. Trucy was restless, and Apollo knew that she would speak up to get the boy's attention.
"Hey, Ethan!" Trucy said, louder than Apollo would have liked. He rubbed his ear, Ugh, that went straight to the ear drum… Ethan's mouth made an 'o' shape and he lifted the hat a bit, revealing his left eye. He looked back and forth between Apollo and Trucy, and finally spoke up.
"Trucy, what are you doing here…?" he asked, a crestfallen look on his face. Apollo crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, Might as well let Trucy handle this one.
"We're here to defend you, dummy!" she said, bopping her top hat. Ethan looked to the side and stared at Apollo.
"And… who're you?" Ethan asked as he put his bad hand on the little desk just under the mirror.
"I'm Apollo Justice, defense attorney. Your mom called us and asked if I could defend you," Apollo explained, "but I haven't decided that yet." He could see that Trucy was glaring at him, but he chose to ignore her burning gaze. Ethan looked down at the table.
"…You don't need to defend me, I killed her," Ethan said, shocking Apollo and Trucy, but for one more reason than normal. Trucy was saying something about how he had to be wrong and obviously didn't kill anyone, but Apollo wasn't listening. He was looking down at his arm, my bracelet reacted…
"Could you say that again?" Apollo asked, a confused look on his face. Ethan looked up at Apollo.
"What? That I killed Giv?" Ethan said, his hand squeezing his wrist for a moment.
"Gotcha!" Apollo yelled out, surprising the two people around him. He straightened his posture, then began to speak. "You grabbed your wrist when you confessed. Does your injury have something to do with what happened?"
Ethan's eyes widened, and he turned away from the duo. "I… I don't know…"
"What?" Apollo balled his hands into fists and leaned on the table. "You don't know what happened, do you?"
"No… But I was there when she died. I had to be the one…" Ethan said, his bad hand trembling quietly. Apollo leaned back in his chair, and Trucy seemed down in the dumps. The defense attorney stood up and looked at Ethan.
"I'll defend you. You're innocent, I know it." Apollo said.
"But I can't remember anything…" Ethan gripped the peak of his cap.
"That doesn't mean you're not innocent!" Trucy piped in. "I know! We'll get some evidence and show it to you! Maybe that'll jog your memory!"
"Maybe," Ethan mumbled, as Trucy pulled Apollo out of the detention center to investigate. He sat there, staring at the dirty table until a guard entered the room and grabbed him, pulling him out and back into his cell.
Back outside, Apollo walked to the left from the detention center, with Trucy wondering where he was going. She instinctively followed him, he had to be going this way for a reason. If this situation is the same from my dream, then it should be down this street… Apollo leaned over and looked, there were police cars and tape surrounding a white outline on the pavement of the road.
Impossible… Did my dream become reality? Apollo thought, his breath unsteady. Trucy walked ahead of him and ducked under the police tape. …No time to focus on that. I need to focus on finding evidence.
The Falling Turnabout
