*I'm not going to do the Rise above the ashes, rise above the ashes, whatever you call the extra case in Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney. Just pretend it's a few days after the case.*
*whistling* Phoenix took the elevator to the high prosecutor's office to visit Myra during his lunch break at his office. Phoenix knocked on the door to see the bellboy from the gate water hotel answer the door. "Oh, hello, Mr. Wright." "Oh, um, hi. Have you seen Ms. Edgeworth anywhere?" Phoenix asked, gazing into the room. "No, I was just dusting, but you may come in if you wish."
The bellboy let Phoenix in and continued to dust the bookshelf. Phoenix stood in the quiet room, noticing a lone, folded, slip of paper on Myra's desk. Phoenix unfolded the paper to see the worst message he had ever seen in his life, in Myra's handwriting. 'Prosecutor Myra Edgeworth chooses death.' Phoenix clenched his fists, almost ripping the paper. "Is something wrong, Mr. Wright?" "Oh, nothing, I'll be leaving now." Phoenix ran down the stairs to his car, driving to Myra's house.
No cherry red mustang. "Myra!" he screamed, running through the house. "Myra!" When Phoenix couldn't find her anywhere, he went back to the living room to collect his thoughts. "Phoenix, control yourself." He noticed the ipod with headphones and note stuck under it on the coffee table. 'Phoenix', it read. Phoenix opened the note with shaking hands.
'Phoenix, I'm sorry I had to go. I know we didn't have much time together, but those 2 weeks were the best weeks of my life. I just couldn't go on like that. I really hope you understand. Remember to always believe in your client, and to not finish before the very end. Love you with all my heart. Love~Myra.'
"Nonononononononono..." Phoenix couldn't control himself. The tears fell onto the note. "Why, you idiot, why?" Phoenix took in a deep breath. "Why?"
The cat, Tim, walked into the room, jumping up on Phoenix, licking his tears. "Thanks, Tim." Phoenix continued to cry, but calmed down a little bit as he grabbed the ipod. It had all the songs him and Myra listened to. Somehow, instead of making him cry more, or yell at the sky, it comforted him, slowing the tears on his face. "I need to tell Larry," he thought. Phoenix pulled out his phone and hit Larry's contact.
"Hello?" "Hey *sniff* Larry I need to talk to you." "What's the matter man? You sound like you've been crying. You never cry." "Well I have been crying. Myra left a suicide note at her office." "WHAT?! Nick, where are you?" "I'm at her house." "Okay, I'm coming over there-" "No, Larry, don't." "Dude, wh-" "I can't. I can't move, I can't talk to anyone, nothing." Larry paused. "Okay, well I need to tell Gumshoe." "Okay, thanks Larry." "No problem, man. I know how you feel. Your probably more upset than me about this." "I know."
Phoenix hung up the phone, sighing, crying again. He put the headphones back in. "I don't even know what to do." Phoenix wandered into the bedroom, headphones still in his ears. He sat on the unmade bed, eyes in another world. Phoenix cried himself to sleep, Tim curled up next to him.
Several Hour Later
*crack* "Yeow!" "Wake up, you fool!" Phoenix sat straight up, looking at his attacker. His hair was a light blue, silver, metallic color, parted on the side. He wore a long sleeved shirt with a white cravat attached by a emerald. He had a vest over the shirt with a zig-zag button design.
"Who the hell are you?!" Phoenix screamed, not remembering Myra. The boy whipped Phoenix again. "Ow!" "I should be asking you that, you foolish fool! Wait, are you Phoenix Wright?" Phoenix's memories flooded back to him. "Are you Franz?!" "Looks like we understand each other. What are you doing in sissy's house?"
Phoenix fought back the tears from Myra. "I should be asking you that. You were in Germany last time she mentioned you." Franz walked over to Myra's desk. "Well, hearing about a family tragedy, you need to leave your comfort zone, right?"
Franz picked up the King of Prosecutor's award that Myra received not even a month ago. "Plus, I came to earn the title by crushing you. Then me and sissy will crush you a thousand more times." "I don't know if you have heard, but your sissy committed suicide." "Then where's the evidence?" "Oh, I don't know, maybe no car? The actual note?" Franz walked back over to the bed to look Phoenix in the eye. "Listen. You and every other fool might believe that foolish story, but my sissy is not that foolish. She wouldn't leave me, her daughter, or even you beh-" "SHE HAS A DAUGHTER?!" Franz shook his head. "What a foolish fool you really are. Sissy really didn't tell you. Would you like me to tell you a tale of two teens?"
Phoenix glared at Franz. "We were children at the time. Father had just given us lashings due to sissy's foolishness. I got so mad I stole father's whip and hit her myself." "That's how she got those scars." "I would never whip my sissy that many times. Continuing the story. I was so scared that I was going to get in trouble, I left her in her room. Alone. Well, she decided that she wasn't fit to be a von Karma, so she opened the window and climbed down the house, running outside the gates. I saw her run out, but I knew she had to come back. She just had to. I saw her turn a corner, but she didn't see her for about an hour after that, so I decided I would go after her.
"The corner she turned was a dark alley way and I could barely see 10 feet ahead of me. When I got near the middle of the alley, I saw...I saw sissy, bleeding even worse than before, face down in the alley, her clothes teared and all over. I couldn't tell father, or else he would have her neck, so I tried to fix her up myself in the estate. Well, whenever she came to, I tried to apologize to her about how if I hadn't whipped her, that would not have happened."
Franz looked away from Phoenix, remembering the story in detail. "She had fear in her eyes. She just...she was scared. The attacker had...had.." Franz didn't want to say the word. "I'm sure you know what I mean, Mr. Phoenix Wright. Sissy had a daughter 9 months later that father made her give to an orphanage. I tried to help her, but I was afraid father would make it an even worse punishment than it was. I'm just glad he didn't make her have an abortion."
Franz looked back at Phoenix with his normal, determined eyes again. "Sissy didn't just forget about that child, though. She called the orphanage every day to see how she was doing. When her daughter was old enough to speak, she talked to her on the phone, but she couldn't escape the von Karma estate to go see her. She was too scared of another attacker."
Phoenix looked back at the cat. "Why would something like that happen to Myra?" "Your speaking higher of Myra than last time I talked to you." Franz glared at Phoenix once more. "When someone is gone, and you don't know where they are, then all you can do is pray that they are safe. I want my sissy to be safe, which reveals that I care about her, not like our foolish talk on the phone. You can believe that she is in Heaven, or on this earth, but let me give you some advice, Mr. Phoenix. I'm not going to believe sissy is dead until I see her dead body for myself, and you shouldn't either.
"Now, in your state, even I wouldn't make you go home, so you can stay here for a few more days." "This is Myra's house, not yours." "If sissy does come back, then somebody needs to take care of the house while she is gone, right?" Phoenix growled.
"Look, I'll get out of your hair, okay? Just...just let me have Myra's notebooks." Franz picked up one of the many notebooks off the desk. "Hmph, what does sissy have in here?" Franz read the first page, continued to the second, and flipped to the third, so intrigued by Myra's story. "Have you read this story, Mr. Phoenix?" "No, not that certain one." "I suggest you read this one after you return to your apartment." Phoenix took the notebook Franz handed him, the one Gumshoe gave Myra, grabbed all the other notebooks, and walked out the door. Phoenix set the notebooks in the passenger seat, and drove to his apartment.
He had to put the headphones in his ears to keep from breaking down when he parked his car. He walked up to the second floor, notebooks stacked up in his arms, and he somehow opened the door. He sat down and listened to the music for a little while. He finally grabbed the notebook Franz told him to read and he opened it to the first page.
'A girl walked down the school hallway to bump into one of her classmates. "S-sorry," they both said, picked up their stuff, and walked into the classroom. The boy she bumped into has a slight cold, so he was excused from P.E. later that day. When the girl came walking into the classroom, the boy was crying, everybody pointing at him. 'You stole the lunch money, didn't you?" they asked. "N-No, I-I would n-never..." The teacher even believed that he stole the money. "Now go apologize to her and give her back the money." "B-but...but..." The boy hung his head and walked over to the girl. "Objection!" she cried, when the boy was halfway to her. "Why are you blaming him! There is no evidence, is there?" The children started to argue. "He is the only on that could have done it!" "Yeah, we don't need evidence." Another boy stood up. "Why don't you all just shut your face?! How would you feel if you didn't do something, but everybody blamed you?" The boy stood with the accused and the defender. "How do we not know it was any of you?"' Phoenix had to stick both headphones in, remembering that day 16 years ago. "Thank you, Myra."
