A/N: Shorter chapter this time. ONWARD!
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Chapter Six – The Cave
July 9, 2:01pm
Unknown Location
Phoenix Wright felt, and looked, like hell. He wasn't hurt, physically, but he was exhausted, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Deep bags hung under his eyes, and his face was extremely pale, showing that he hadn't slept at all for at least forty-eight hours.
He was leaning against the wall in the small space the men who was holding him hostage put him in. Looking around, Phoenix figured it had to be a storage crate, the large ones found at docks or transported by trains, if the steel walls were any indication. And it was moving, a gentle rocking motion, interrupted every now and again by a bump or tilting forward or backwards.
Phoenix's eyes began to droop, the gentle rocking lulling him to sleep.
No! Don't shoot me! Please!
BANG!
Phoenix's eyes flew open, his heart racing fast, his breathing short.
The rocking stopped. His breathing and heart calmed, Phoenix sat up, looking towards the entrance. A few moments later, the door opened, letting in a sharp ray of light. Phoenix cringed, bringing his arm up to block the light, a soft groan escaping from him.
"I hope you're comfortable, Mr. Wright," a smooth, British voice said as a man came closer. Phoenix blinked the spots from his eyes and studied the man in front of him.
Edward Rodgers. He was two inches taller then Phoenix himself, but twice as broad, sharply dressed, and casually holding a pistol in his right hand. Him, and their leader, were the only two who talked to Phoenix at all.
"Somewhat," the attorney mumbled.
"Oh, good." Rodgers stepped forward and kneeled on one knee in front of the exhausted man, studying his eyes. "Still can't sleep?" he cooed mockingly. Phoenix simply glared at the man, not answering. Rodgers laughed before grabbing Phoenix's arm.
"Up you come. We've arrived," he said, dragging the other man up and out of the crate. Phoenix turned away from the sunlight as he was dragged along, until, finally, his eyes adjusted.
July 9, 2:13pm
Damp Cave
Entrance
Phoenix looked around the dark, damp cave they entered. It was large and round, with a dark archway set in the wall, leading deeper into the caves.
All over the walls were carved reliefs of beautiful people, their eyes closed, seeming at peace.
"It's a burial chamber," Rodger's mumbled. Phoenix stayed quiet, looking around. He had no idea what it was until the man had said something, but he knew his life depended on him seeming like he understood something.
"There's a puzzle back there," another man said to Rodgers. "Take Wright back there to solve it."
"Yes, sir," Rodgers said, dragging the poor man behind him.
July 9, 2:20pm
Damp Cave
Antechamber
A soft, green glow emitted from the center of the ceiling, revealing walls covered from floor to ceiling in ancient, foreign symbols. A man stood across the chamber next to a large panel. Rodgers dragged Phoenix over to him.
"The puzzle. Solve it," he said. Phoenix took a deep breath and studied it. It was the kind of puzzle that had eight panels and nine slots. It looked like someone was just trying it, due to the lack of dust, they couldn't figure it out.
"Okay… have to make a symbol," Phoenix mumbled, stepping back to look at the entire thing at once. He then looked at the walls on either side of the panel, then around the room until, finally, he spotted a symbol, bigger then the rest, directly across the room. With a tired smile, he turned back to the puzzle and moved the panels around until, finally, the puzzle mirrored the symbol across the room.
A soft grating sound, like stone rubbing against stone, filled the room, until finally, a door opened.
"Good. Take him back to the crate," the leader said. Rodgers nodded, grabbing Wright under the arm and dragging him out of the Antechamber. The leader chuckled to himself.
"He certainly is no Drake, but he is useful, in his own way."
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A/N: Poor Phoenix… To the next chapter!