Disclaimer: Ughh, I'm getting tired of this: I don't own PW. Or Alex's Main Theme, which will play during credits.
Yeah, yeah, I'm months late. Now normally I'd say 'I don't wanna hear it', but all of you have been so patient for these updates. Thank you, really, it means a lot that no one will harass me for updates. Anyway, on to reviews:
Count X. Gamlxltoe Nightmare: Oh for god sakes put your hand back on, if your hand is off you'll never make it as a writer… I mean look at it, ew.
Theres.Beauty.In.The.Breakdown: Intense indeed.
sonicandlink: Ahh, running for no reason. I'm cool with that, just like I respond to reviews here for no reason… hey wait a minute…
Faermage–KH Junkie: …Oh yeah you're right my bad, thanks for catching it. Heheh, I hoped I surprised everyone with the joined-spirit bit.
Shadow Bladewolf: Um, Chessmaster troupe?
Mentality at its Worst: Wow, I left you speechless, awesome! I'll pass the message on to Alex for you… but that would totally shift the plot so poor Alex will have to wait.
Quick warning: This chapter gets a little supernatural, I'd thought I'd add this just in case people don't want to read supernatural bits.
Dean: What's wrong with us?!
Me: Not the show, Dean. Not the awesome show Supernatural—I meant it in the sense of "things that are not what we'd consider normal or possible".
Dean: Ohhhhhhh, then please continue.
Me: All right, let's get started!
"… And, in other news, a startling event transpired in the trial of defense attorney Cody Hawk."
"If what I heard is correct, there was a shooting in the courtroom—right, Bobbo?"
"Quite correct, Perry… and the shooter was the witness for the prosecution! According to the police and hospital staff there was two injures, a court bailiff and the second witness from the prosecution."
"Yes, and from what I heard her condition is critical, and she's under constant police protection."
"Yeah, oh, we should let our viewers know: the shooter in question, a man named Slade Quarry, is currently on the run. If you see anyone resembling this picture, please call our 'Crimebusters' hotline, located at the bottom of the screen."
"Hopefully the police will have him in custody soon, and our hopes go to the two injured. We'll have more information for our viewers as the situation unfolds."
Guardians of Turnabout,
Part 6,
Dreams of Absolution,
March 2nd, 9:00pm
Hotti Clinic
"We were able to remove the bullet—however, we're not sure how she'll hold up," the doctor confessed, checking his medical charts. "She was very badly injured, after all, and not only that, but her ribs tore a slight hole in the lung. We patched it up, but, well… If she can make it through the night then we've done all we can. The rest lies with her."
Phoenix nodded, gazing out into the patient's room to see Cody sitting in the chair next to a bed. Jenna, of course, was the bed's occupant. She looked so strange with all of the wires and beeping electronics surrounding her lifeless-looking form. The police had allowed Cody's release from prison, mostly because he refused to leave her side on the ride to the hospital. They were able to obtain his release mainly thanks to the persuasion of Ms. Stone (who took charge of the situation and ordered the papers to be signed). While not officially cleared of charges, Cody was allowed a certain amount of freedom as long as he was watched by an officer.
Phoenix and the others had arrived at the hospital moments later, where the defense attorney had explained Doyle's shocking revelation to the group. After returning from his conversation with the doctor, Phoenix found the other conversation in full swing.
"Joined-spirits," Maya sighed. "I never dreamed I'd hear that term again."
"Aren't joined-spirits dangerous?" Doyle asked, "Most of the 'couplings' end in death for the living partner, right?"
"Yes," Phoenix answered, folding his arms and closing his eyes, inwardly grieving. "Nearly all of the joined-spirits end in death for the 'host', mostly because the power the joined-spirit offers is way too much for a human body to handle. There aren't any known survivors of the process."
"Except you," Alex interrupted bitterly. "You and Leo were the first to survive… or at least, until Leo faded away for saving you."
Maya and Pearl shifted uncomfortably. Trucy was confused, as she had no idea what they were talking about. Doyle tensed up slightly and looked back and forth between the two, and Phoenix just lowered his head and looked at the floor.
"You think…" Phoenix began. He paused, and his hands, now by his side in fists, were shaking. "You're saying I didn't try?"
Phoenix looked back up, his face a mixture of sorrow, shock, and pain. "I don't know where you think you get the nerve, but…"
He stopped, emotion choking him. He remembered the words that he had engraved onto Leo's tombstone. (Here lies a man, a good friend and a valuable son. He taught me to live.)
"He was a son to me," Phoenix said quietly, so softly that only Alex and Maya heard him.
Alex said nothing and Phoenix went on, "I didn't want him to go like that; fading from existence as if he was just a forgotten memory. Let me tell you something: I haven't forgotten. Do you think a single day goes by without remembering his face? His last words to me? I wouldn't have ever—"
"I KNOW!" Alex shouted, causing everyone to jump back, "I know that! I wasn't blaming you! I was blaming me! I should be dead! He didn't deserve it! He never could have deserved it even if he tried! But me? I'm just so DAMN PATHETIC that I can't even save the people I love! What kind of a brother does that make me, huh?"
Phoenix's emotional storm calmed slightly, but he didn't say anything else, and before any other member of their party could either, the elevator doors opened and three people stepped out. The people in question were Gumshoe, Ema, and Carrie. Phoenix was a bit surprised to see the prosecutor there, and he felt it show on his face. She didn't seem to notice. The three walked over to join the others, and questions were flung rapidly at Phoenix.
"I heard about what happened, are you guys okay?"
"You guys aren't hurt, are you, pal?"
"How's the witness—er, Ms. Marie?"
"Daddy, can I jump on the couch?"
"Okay, whoa, hold on!" Phoenix interrupted, and first pointed at Ema. "We're okay, we're unharmed."
Next he pointed at Gumshoe. "See previous answer."
Then Carrie: "Critical condition, if she makes it through the night she should be in the clear."
And lastly, "No, Trucy, you cannot jump on the couch."
Trucy huffed and sat down on the aforementioned furniture, her pink hat nearly flying off her head with the force of her action.
"Well, we have another matter to worry about—Slade," Doyle frowned. "He was able to get away, and he's still out there."
"We have policemen looking for him right now," Ema said. "It shouldn't be too long before they catch him, right?"
"Normally, yes," Alex nodded, "However, Slade is… a gifted person. Catching him, and then taking him to prison, will be difficult."
"Then how will we catch him?" Ema asked.
Alex didn't have an answer, and Doyle pounded his fist on the wall in frustration. "Damn! I was right there! I should have caught him!"
"Hey, don't worry about it," Ema frowned. "If you did what you could, it's not your fault."
Doyle flinched at that, but he didn't say anything else. Then an elevator—opposite the one used by the three new arrivals—opened and a tired-looking Cody emerged (he'd been chased out of the room by a gaggle of stern nurses).
"Hey, what did the doc say?" Cody asked, looking at the group.
Phoenix took a deep breath and told him what the doctor had said, and he felt like his insides were being twisted into ugly knots as he watched Cody's look become dark and blank. Once Phoenix got to the good part, however, some hope returned to his client's eyes—but not enough to repel all of the darkness.
"He was trying to kill me," Cody murmured, "Me… not her, why did she… why did she try to save me? I'm not worth it—I'm not worth anything."
"To her, you're worth more than her own life," Alex said, lowering his head, "When you care about someone, you'll do anything to protect them, even throw away the one life you have…"
"Yeah, I know," Maya sighed, and Phoenix's mind flashed to the events that had taken place in a small temple on a mountain….
The unpleasant reminiscence was interrupted when a beeping emanated from the pagers of both Ema and Gumshoe. They simultaneously pulled out the devices, frowning identically in thought.
"They've found him—Slade, I mean," Gumshoe stated, pulling out his cell phone and dialing a number. When he was finished he put the receiver to his ear. "What have you got?"
There was a small exchange of nods (which seemed superfluous to Phoenix) and then a "yes". Finally the detective closed his phone and looked at the group.
"He's in a hunting lodge out on Highlander's Cliff."
"Again?" Doyle asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why would he go back there?"
"I don't know, pal." Gumshoe frowned. "But we've got him—oh, and Ms. Stone, ma'am, Chief Jones wants you there. He said something about 'you get Ms. Stone over here and have her face her responsibility.'"
Carrie's jaw was set as she nodded stiffly. "Fine…"
She stood up and followed Ema and Gumshoe into the elevator, disappearing from view. When they did, Alex unfolded his arms and walked towards an elevator right beside it. He pressed the button and waited for the doors to open up.
"Alex, what are you doing?" Doyle asked, walking over to the elevator.
"I'm going after Slade," Alex stated bluntly, stepping inside the elevator. Doyle followed.
"I failed to stop him earlier today," he continued, ignoring Doyle's sharp gaze, "but I won't let him get away now."
"The police are already after him," Doyle countered. "They know where he is. They'll stop him."
"No, they would stop him—would, if it wasn't for two problems." Alex began to explain as he stepped outside the elevator and into the ground floor lobby. "One: Geoff Jones is there, and we both know he works for a certain group that wants Cody dead. There is no way Geoff is going to let the police have him."
The two of them had stepped outside, and then walked behind the clinic, where Alex had parked his car safely from prying eyes. He popped open the trunk of his car to reveal a small and highly illegal stash of throwing knives, wrist blades, and the dual katana he had forged.
"Secondly," Alex smirked, as he strapped a pair of wrist blades on, "Slade is a joined-spirit, and since I have a power of my own, logically, I would stand a better chance right?"
"In fact," he said, the smirk dying away, "I'd stand the only chance, compared to them."
Doyle nodded and reached into Alex's trunk, borrowing some throwing knives. Alex looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
"What are you doing?" he asked, watching Doyle tuck the blades snugly into his belt—which, Alex now noticed, had loops made especially for that purpose.
"I'm coming along," Doyle answered. "The two of us would be better than just you."
"But, you could—" Alex began, only to get cut off by Doyle's significant throat-clearing.
"I'm a half demon, remember?" He frowned. "I'm also not exactly a novice when it comes to fighting."
Alex paused for a minute, but then he broke into a grin and slid into the front seat of his car. "Get in. We have work to do."
March 2nd, 10:30pm,
Highlander's Cliff,
Hunting Lodge,
By the time Carrie, Gumshoe, and Ema arrived, police cars were positioned outside the two-level lodge. Geoff Jones was at the front of the line: he seemed to be talking to someone on his cell and didn't notice the three of them arrive until an officer tapped Geoff's shoulder. He turned in their direction and scoffed, closing his phone and walking over to them.
"Finally," Geoff began, clearing displaying his annoyance. "Your witness is currently on the second floor of the lodge, right there."
Geoff tilted his head toward the second floor window as the searchlights from the vehicles next to them passed over it. The distinct shape of a human was noticeable in the light.
"Okay, sir, when do we go in?" Gumshoe asked.
"We don't," Geoff replied, reopening his phone and dialing a number. "We're going to wait until backup arrives."
"Backup?" Ema repeated, confused at Geoff's decision. "But sir, wouldn't it be better if we just went in now? We certainly have enough men to apprehend him."
"Oh, really?" Geoff turned to Ema, annoyed. "Why don't you tell that to the three armed officers he just killed?"
"Huh? What?" Carrie gasped, looking over at the paramedics, who, they all saw, were lifting a gurney over to the ambulance.
"And that," Geoff concluded, "is why I'm waiting for backup."
He stalked off, apparently to talk to the paramedics. When the three newcomers turned away, Geoff took out his cell and dialed the number.
"Slade, your ri—who do you think it is, idiot? Now listen. Your ride is out behind the lodge. Hurry up and report to the Superior. I'll try to stall until backup arrives. Don't fail us again—if you get caught, you know what will happen."
Inside the lodge,
"Yes sir," Slade answered, turning off his cell phone and looking out the window to the police cars, his gun glinting against the glare from the headlights.
He waited for a minute, weighing his options, and then he dashed across the room towards the door. He planned on using the doors that led outside to get to the woods—and his free ride out of this dump of a city. He was about to make it to the door when something flew past his ear and embedded itself to the wall, thudding ominously. Slade ducked instinctively and whirled around, gun pointed at—he didn't know what, but it was better than sticking it in his pocket. When no response was forthcoming, he cautiously jerked his head to the left long enough to see exactly what projectile he had almost become personal friends with. It was a throwing knife—the same make of knife that had injured his hand at court.
"Hello, Slade," a voice greeted him dryly. "Do you remember Jenna Marie?"
Another throwing knife from the darkness—but Slade dodged it and squeezed off three shots. Alex threw himself to the floor just before a bullet cracked against the wall where his head had been.
He staggered to his feet and unsheathed his sword. Alex was dressed in black, but the blades were metallic, and the two tips of his dual katana glimmered in the small amount of light streaming through the window. No point in hiding anymore.
He sprinted towards Slade, seemingly unaware of the man's gun, which was raised, trigger almost fully depressed—confidence at its most outrageous. He was validated in his carelessness; however, as a large demonic form slammed into Slade, knocking the gun across the room—Alex had distracted him long enough for Doyle to sneak up. Alex relaxed slightly. He was sure Slade wouldn't emerge the victor in any battle with a demonic power.
This theory was proven slightly unstable when Slade blasted Doyle to the far side of the room with a bright blaze of telekinetic energy. The impact sent Doyle through the wall, burying him in a pile of wood and sheetrock and knocking him unconscious.
Alex lunged at him with his sword, but Slade dodged easily and knocked him aside with a blow to the head. Slade started towards his gun, but Alex kicked out furiously with his feet and, luck on his side, connected with the back of Slade's knee, catching him off guard. Slade collapsed to the ground, and they both got up simultaneously. Slade loosed another bolt of telekinetic power, which clutched Alex's sword and threw it through the hole Doyle had made earlier.
Slade shouted something unintelligible, pointing his hand at the gun. It flew back towards him and he aimed at Alex.
But just then the window next to Slade shattered and a bright blue bolt slammed into Slade's hand and smashed the gun into the wall. Slade cried out as electricity shot up his arm, crawling hungrily towards his heart before vanishing almost as quickly as it had arrived. Alex looked at his window and saw someone out in the distance, a blue light on its hands. The form vanished into the darkness and Alex, despite every instinct telling him to run, stared intently out of the window, trying to find the figure. Slade, who had fallen to the floor, slowly picked up a long, sharp shard of glass from the windowpane and then, springing into life, headed for Alex.
Doyle had been watching from the shadows as he struggled to loosen his makeshift prison, and the sight of Slade headed for Alex proved enough to tap his reserves of energy. He leapt out of the rubble and sprinted towards Slade, slamming him into the wall and knocking him unconscious.
Alex snapped out of his trance and surveyed the scene.
"Thanks," Alex said to Doyle.
"No problem," he replied, reverting to human form. "We better get out of here—I can see the SWAT team arriving."
Alex peered out the window and saw armored vans drive up from the path. His attention was caught by the person standing next to Gumshoe and Ema, her red-topped head practically a beacon for his eyes. He watched her for what seemed like eternity pressed into a second, then turned away and followed Doyle out of the room.
Outside the lodge,
Carrie held her breath as SWAT units burst into the building, swarming through the lodge like rodents in the sewers. The tension was bone-crushingly thick. Finally one of the SWAT members came out and addressed the officers.
"We found Mr. Quarry. He's up on the second floor!" The officer shouted, walking back inside.
Geoff walked inside the building and disappeared from view. Gumshoe paused for a minute and walked in after him. Ema and Carrie looked at each other nervously and ran after him.
The group made their way to the second floor, where they were met with an unusual scene.
The room was in an unnatural disarray, and an entire section of one of the walls seemed to be missing—the window, too, was not in its proper place (or, indeed, still intact). Carrie noticed something shiny glinting significantly at her and she saw what appeared to be a knife embedded into the wall.
Geoff was on the far side of the room, standing over what appeared to be Slade's unconscious body as paramedics lifted him onto a gurney.
"It looks like a fight or something happened here sir," Gumshoe said, walking over to Geoff.
"Yes… yes it does," Geoff murmured, looking at the scene thoughtfully.
"Do you have any idea who did this?" Gumshoe asked tentatively, watching Geoff examine the crime scene.
"A few…" He murmured, evidentially he was talking to himself and not really listening to Gumshoe.
Finally he looked at Gumshoe and said, "However, we've got enough to deal with right now. Let me think this over—it's possible he was in a fight with a colleague, which is not good news for us. Let me think about this for a minute."
Gumshoe nodded and he walked back down the stairs. Geoff paused for a minute before turning to one of his loyal officers and saying, "I believe Mr. Quarry will not make it to the hospital in time… don't you?"
The officer nodded and left the room. Geoff watched him exit before pulling out his cell phone and dialing a number.
"This is Geoff. We have a problem. There are new players on the field—and he's been here…"
Unknown Location
"… I see. Thank you, Mr. Jones," a man said, hanging up the phone and turning to the person behind him.
"Sir, Mr. Jones has a report on Slade Quarry," the man explained. "His position has been compromised, and it's believed that Threat number 002 has been sighted."
A man sitting in an office chair listened patiently, hands resting under his chin, looking deep in thought.
"Have Mr. Jones put out a bulletin, and alert the media, too," the man in the chair ordered. "He shouldn't be hard to find if everyone is looking for him."
"Yes, Superior," The other man said and left the room.
The Superior turned his chair to face a balcony window that overlooked the city. After a moment, he stood up and stared outside onto the lively city below as if it was a stage, and he was the director.
"You've gotten yourself mixed up in something beyond your understanding, Mr. Wright," the Superior murmured. "Your knowledge is of courtrooms and criminals, my knowledge is of power itself."
A cup of water hovered from the table and into his hands. He sipped it casually and grinned.
"Mr. Wright, you don't stand a chance."
March 3rd, 6:30am
Wright and Co. Law Offices
Phoenix paced in the waiting room of his office, thinking about their most recent case and worrying about Jenna Marie, who had been scheduled for surgery today. Maya had told him to go to the hospital, but Phoenix felt like that would be intruding. Just then the buzzer rang and Maya opened the door to see—
"Cody!" Maya squealed, and indeed it was. Phoenix noticed that Cody looked much less dirty and ruffled, but he was considerably wearier.
"Um, I, er… May I come in?" he asked, gazing down at the floor with a hand at the back of his neck.
Maya blinked, surprised at his manner, before answering, "Sure, please come in."
Cody walked inside and sat down on the couch. He took a deep breath and said, "Jenna… made it through, but the doctors are keeping her in the hospital for a while before they let her out. Thankfully, though, they said they're pretty much sure she'll be fine."
Phoenix sighed in relief and he saw Maya relax too; she got up and went over to the coffee machine.
"Coffee?" Maya asked, holding out a cup.
"No, thank you. I actually… um, I want to ask you something, Phoenix," Cody began, nervously adjusting his tie.
"Yes, what is it?" Phoenix asked, wondering why Cody was so nervous. Meekness wasn't something he'd though Cody would ever be afflicted with.
"Well, with me being cleared of all charges… and having no work, I've been recommended to… seek employment here?" Cody laughed weakly.
"Work here?" Phoenix repeated.
"Recommended?" Maya asked. "Who recommended you?"
Before Cody could answer, someone spoke up. "I did."
Phoenix and Maya turned to the doorway and saw Doyle standing there. He looked tired and worn.
"I thought it may be best if Mr. Hawk were to work with us on this," Doyle explained, walking inside the room. "You can't call this place a law firm if you're the sole lawyer here—plus, we could use the extra help."
"You want me to hire him?" Phoenix asked, glancing between Cody and Doyle.
"It's purely your decision," Doyle said reassuringly, "but if you want to stop people like Geoff Jones from having their way with the law, then Mr. Hawk may be able to help."
Phoenix wasn't fully convinced, and he leaned against the wall, thinking about the idea. Another voice broke the silence.
"Slade Quarry is dead."
That caught Phoenix's attention immediately, and he turned to the visitor in the doorway. Alex Lionheart stood there, his hands in his trenchcoat and a sour look on his face.
"Miles just told me this morning. Slade Quarry was found dead at the side of the road. The ambulance he was in slipped off the side of the road and fell into a ditch."
"You don't think…" Phoenix began, but Alex's nod confirmed it. "Geoff Jones killed him?!"
"Or had him killed anyway," Alex shrugged, walking inside.
"Is this coffee fresh?" he asked Maya, pointing to the coffeemaker.
"Huh?!" Phoenix stuttered, as Alex poured himself a cup of coffee.
"Thanks," Alex said, raising the cup in an informal salute. "Anyway, I agree with Doyle. I think Cody can help," he commented, sipping his coffee thoughtfully.
"I can!" Cody said earnestly. "I want to, besides… I have something I need to protect, and working with you is the best way to protect it."
Phoenix's poker face covered up his internal grin. So he does love Jenna after all, he thought as he looked at Cody.
"I… have some things to protect too," Phoenix said, sharing a glance with Maya. "I don't want them to be hurt either. So yes, I will hire you. You start at Monday, eight o'clock."
Cody nodded, standing up and shaking Phoenix's hand. "Yes, thank you Phoenix—er, Mr. Wright."
"It's just Phoenix, thank you," Phoenix mumbled, shaking his hand as well.
"Oh come on Nick, lighten up," Maya smiled. "You can call him Nick, Cody."
"Nick? Um, okay, sure… I'll see you tomorrow, Nick," Cody said, grinning slightly.
"…Let's just stick with Phoenix, okay?" Phoenix said. He wasn't used to being someone's boss, and he fought to keep a stern expression on his face while also attempting to ignore the giggles from his wife.
"Have you got room for another?" Doyle asked. "You're going to need help finding clients who are being targeted—and my power can help you."
"Okay," Phoenix nodded. "Welcome aboard, Doyle."
"What about you, Alex?" Maya asked hesitantly.
Alex paused and turned for the door, looking back at the group as he said, "I'll be around. The demon and I are a good team, so—put me on the roster. Just don't expect me to wear a suit and tie."
Without another word he walked off, leaving the group in a short silence. Which was broken when Phoenix yelped, "Wait a minute… did he say demon?"
Doyle grinned sheepishly. "Only half demon."
"What the HELL?!" yelled Phoenix, which was seconded fervently by his new employee.
Alex grinned when he heard the shouting from the hallway. He stepped outside and walked down the streets for a few blocks until he approached an alleyway. He stopped and looked at the rising sun and sighed, there's another reason why I'm doing this too, Alex thought. I have something to protect as well.
He stared at the sunrise for a while, then turned down the alley and walked through it. Walking away from the light, he thought, to begin the battle against the darkness.
Guardians of Turnabout
The End
In the night light
Do you see what you dream?
All your troubles
Are they all what they seem?
Look around you
Then you may realize
All the preachers
All with their lies
And I might know of our future
But then you still control our past
Only you know if you'll be together
Only you know if we shall last
Credits for Guardians of Turnabout.
Turnabout 1 plot by: Michael Fri (Black Scepter), Jessica (Mentality at its Worst), Volkmar 'Gamlxltoe' Von Lichtenstein (Count X. Gamlxltoe Nightmare), and Matt Fri (Black Scepter).
Writer(s): Michael Fri (Black Scepter)
Editor/Beta Reader: Nick Wright
In the night light
Do you still feel your pain?
For the valor
You wait; it never came
If you were able
Would you go change the past?
To mend a faux pas
With one last chance
And I might know of our future
But then you still control the past
Only you know if you'll be together tonight
Characters in the story (so far…)
Phoenix Wright: James Marsden (Cyclops, X-men 1-3).
Alex Lionheart: David Borenaz(Squall Leonhart, Kingdom Hearts 1, Angel; Angel/Buffy the Vampire Slayer.)
Maya Fey: Tara Strong (Rikku, FFX and FFX-2, Raven; Teen Titans.)
Cody Hawk: Scott Menville (Lloyd Irving, Tales of Symphonia, Robin; Teen Titans.)
Allen Doyle: Glenn Quinn (Allen Doyle, Angel.) (And yes I know actor Glenn Quinn died in 2002, but there's no one I would want to be Doyle, than Doyle himself.)
Dick Gumshoe: Tim Allen (Doug, Wild Hogs, Buzz Lightyear; Toy Story 1&2.)
Cause every night I will save your life
And every night I will be with you
Cause every night I still lay awake
And I dream of an absolution
Cause every night I will make it right
And every night I will come to you
But every night it just stays the same
In my dream of an absolution
Ema Skye: Christy Carlson Romano (Yuffie, Kingdom Hearts 1/ FF7 Advent Children, Kim Possible; Kim Possible.)
Miles Edgeworth: Michael Rosembaum (Lex Luthor, Smallville.)
Pearl Fey: Adair Tishler (Molly, Heroes.)
Carrie Stone: Heather Graham (Molly Clock, Scrubs.)
Geoff Jones: Christian Kane (Lindsey, Angel.)
The Superior: Billy Zane (Ansem, Kingdom Hearts 1.)
In the night light
Do you see what you dream?
All your triumph
And all you'll ever be?
Look around you
Then you may realize
Happiness lies
Trapped in misery
And who knows what of out future
We can all try to change the past
Only you know if you'll be together tonight
Leo Lionheart, Alex Lionheart, and other original characters are the property of Michael Connor Fri of Black Scepter, unless otherwise indicated below.
Carrie Stone is owned by Mentality at its Worst
Cody Hawk is owned by Matt Wright Fri of Black Scepter
Gabriel Seraph is owned by Mark Angelus Fri of Black Scepter
Cause every night I will save your life
And every night I will be with you
Cause every night I still lay awake
And I dream of an absolution
Cause every night I will make it right
And every night I will come to you
But every night it just stays the same
In my dream of an absolution
Cause every night I will save your life
And every night I will be with you
Cause every night I still lay awake
And I dream of an absolution
Cause every night I will make it right
And every night I will come to you
But every night it just stays the same
In my dream of an absolution
Phoenix Wright and all related characters are owned by Capcom.
And you'll see
What you'll be
And you'll see
All you can be
Cause every night
And every night
And every night
I will dream!
And you'll see
(Yeah this is my dream!)
What you'll be
And you'll see
(And every night, I will always dream!)
All you can be
Cause every night
(Yeah)
And every night
And every night
(I will dream!)
I will dream!
Alex Lionheart's main theme (Dreams of an Absolution) preformed by: Lee Brotherton (Remix Factory).
That's it. Turnabout 2 is in the works now. I can't say much without revealing it, but I can tell you the name.
Turnabout Arcade
See you then!
