(A:N: Hey guys! Here's another update! But first, let's do-. Alex: REVIEWS!
Guest: I'll try too this time.
technicolortardis: Thanks! XD She totally got it from Pearl.
Natekleh: I can't say right now, but it'll be revealed later.
Elchikaah Haly: XD Even jokes have a factor here. Trucy as a defense attorney is something I look forward to writing. Why Trucy and Athena aren't panicking right now are because they don't have enough time to absorb what's going on so far. Sorry I didn't elaborate. XD
Me: Let's do this... Alex, DISCLAIMERS! Alex: THE real assistant doesn't own Ace Attorney, she only owns the OCs!
*Edit: AAAHHH! I forgot to add the pictures and trident to the court record...
Profiles
Athena Cykes: Age 18. She's gonna help me during the trial! I just hope she uses Widget too...
Phoenix Wright: Age 34. The defendant on trial today! Let's see if my detective skills can free him.
Gerald 'Green' Tree: Age 68. A debt collector. He was a witness in Daddy's last trial, but he's now the victim of this one.
Real Check: Age 18. The detective for this trial. She seems to be a bit scattered today.
Prosecutor Versteckt: Age ?. The Prosecutor for this trial. He's kinda scary, but I guess he's okay...
Evidence
Attorney's badge: This is really Daddy's, but he's letting me use it for now.
Autopsy Report: Victim died at exactly 12:37 AM due to one puncture through the chest. There are bruises all over the body, deeper study shown that the bruises were inflicted after death occurred.
Pictures of the Crime Scene and weapon: There are a few pictures of Daddy shoving a man onto a trident, and pictures of the trident itself. The trident is rusted, but still sharp.
Strange Bloodstain: A bloodstain found around the scene of the crime, it's still fresh somehow though...
LA Detention Center
January 31- 4:59 PM
Trucy fiddled with her braid as Athena talked to Phoenix, who was grinning as if they were talking about cleaning the office. "Okay Mr. Wright, so why were you out, walking around the park?" Phoenix shrugged his shoulders, scratching the back of his head. "What, can't everyone take a small walk around the park anytime they want to?" And that's when it happened.
One of Trucy's eyes started to focus, but the other one didn't react. It was like placing a mask over half of her face, she couldn't see anything at all out of her focused eye. She shook her head, trying to shake away that feeling.
(That's... Never happened before.)
Athena noticed Trucy's slight distress, and tapped her shoulder. "Hey, you okay right there..?" Trucy nodded, smiling as she straightened the glasses on her face. "Yeah, I'm fine... I just, I mean, should I go investigate the crime scene while you talk to Mr. Wright?" Calling Phoenix 'Mr. Wright' was still a very strange thing for Trucy, but she still tried to get over it for the past couple of hours. Athena crossed her arms, looking towards Phoenix as she fiddled with her earring. "I don't know..." Phoenix shrugged again, smiling slightly. "She can if she wants, no one's stopping her." Athena allowed that comment to dig into her mind before she sighed. She turned to Trucy and nodded, using her fist to punch into the palm of her hand. "Sure Hecate! Go ahead."
Trucy nodded her head before running outside, nearly running into a few men. Athena watched her go, shaking her head with a small smile on her face. "Alright Mr. Wright, let's get started..."
Loony Park Entrance
January 31-5:36 PM
Trucy sighed as she walked through the parks entrance, until she felt a slight vibration in her pocket. She shook her head, grabbing her phone out of her pocket. She was about to flip it opened when a gloved hand grabbed her wrist. "Excuse me..." Trucy gulped, her eyes widened as she looked behind her. There stood Prosecutor Versteckt, his eyes narrowed as he looked at Trucy. Trucy gulped as he looked her up, then down. He then nodded slightly, and let go of her hand. He walked by her, tugging on her wrist. "Ms. Silk, can you please assist me in dealing with the witnesses for the crime scene?" Trucy nodded absentmindedly, her eyes not leaving the startling hazel on Versteckt's face. He dragged her back over to the street, near the parking lot. He let go of her hand when they were standing next to a large, white van. The van had a satellite antenna on top, along with a white coating of paint.
(This must be the news van by the antenna on top. But where are-?)
There was a quick thump as a young man jumped out of the car. The man had short, brown hair covered in a backwards baseball cap. He was also wearing a red jacket and blue t-shirt and jeans. The man held a camera on his right arm, peering through the back of the camera. The man gasped using his other hand to turn the lens. "Like, man!" He walked over to Trucy and Versteckt, still peering through the back of the camera. "What's with the strange getup. I mean, the theater is like, over there at central park." Trucy giggled as Versteckt sighed, shaking his head as he put a hand to his face.
"No sir, I'm a prosecutor, not an actor. I'm prosecuting the trial of Phoenix Wright for killing Gerald 'Green' Tree. It has come to my understanding that you witnessed-"
"You whippersnapper! What are you doing outside!?" Another person came out of the van, it was an old woman, wearing a blue jacket and white t-shirt with red jeans. The man looked at the woman in fear before turning back to Trucy and Versteckt. He mouthed one word.
Run!
(Why would we need to run?)
The woman ran over towards the man, grabbing his ear. "What are you doing outside? YouknowaswellasIdothatwehavetostayinsidethevan. WhenIwasyourage-" Trucy grasped her head and groaned. "My head hurts..." The woman turned towards Trucy, still holding on to the man's ear. "Excuse me, but what are you two doing here?" Trucy smiled sheepishly, brushing the top of her hair. "My apologies, I'm Hecate Silk, I'm a defense attorney." Versteckt nodded, grabbing the neckline on his cape. "Yes, and I'm Versteckt, my occupation is prosecutor. And I would like to-"
"Hmph, you're probably not as good as my Edgeypoo." Versteckt stepped back, his hazel eyes wide. "Wh-what?!" Trucy placed a fist to her mouth, attempting to stifle the laughter. "Y-you m-mean Mr. Edgeworth?" The woman nodded, taking a stick out of her pocket, she extended the stick, which was actually a microphone, and placed it over her shoulder. "Yes, me and Edgeypoo are destined to be together. It's written in the stars." She then looked towards Versteckt, who was attempting to gain back his cool composure. "Hmm, I'm guessing you're alright. Although, that mask isn't helping. Why don't you take it off?" Versteckt shook his head, placing a hand over his face as he snarled. "I won't, you can't make me." The woman rolled her eyes, twirling the microphone to her side. "Sure... But you can't hide forever from yourself. Or from me for that matter."
Trucy burst out laughing, gripping her glasses as she bent over, trying not to collapse. Versteckt scoffed before grabbing Trucy's shoulders. He shook her slightly, frowning. "Can you stop this foolishness at once before I pop a blood vessel?" Trucy shook her head, her laughing dying down to giggles. "I-I'm s-sorry. Ha ha, c-can you p-please t-t-tell us y-your names?" The woman nodded, twirling her microphone in front of her. "My name is Wendy Oldbag, and don't you forget it!" The man, who Trucy had completely forgot about, cleared his throat. "My name is Michael Prower, I'm a camera man and technician."
(You don't seem like the techy type 'dude'.)
Versteckt nodded his head, closing his eyes and looking up as he placed his hands in his pockets. "Yes... Ms. Oldbag, did you witness a murder last night?" Oldbag nodded her head, twirling her microphone to her left absentmindedly. "Yes, I may be old, but I can still see like a hawk. How else do you think I see my Edgeypoo?!"
(Before I move along, note to self, remember this so I can tease Uncle Edgeworth the next time I see him.)
Versteckt sighed, tightening his right hand into a fist. "Then please enlighten me on what you saw then... Ms. Silk, can you take care of Mr. Prower for me please?" Trucy nodded, happy to get away from Oldbag. She tugged on Micheal's shirt before she turned. "C'mon Michael, let's go!" Michael turned towards Versteckt, his arms were crossed and his hazel eyes were locked on him. Versteckt sneered, tilting his head to the right. "Don't try anything stupid." He then turned to face Oldbag, taking a deep breath before he did.
Trucy grabbed Michael's collar, tugging on it slightly. "C'mon Prower! You need to show me what you saw!" Michael nodded, following Trucy as she ran back towards the fountain. When they got there, Michael gasped, using one arm to cover his stomach while the other held up a smoking camera. "M-man... H-how d-did..?" Trucy smiled sheepishly, twirling her braid with one arm. "Never mind that, so, can you tell me what you saw?" Michael nodded his head, slowly starting to straighten up. "Sure... I was helping that crazed old chick set up the news van. Then I heard this scream, like, it was so loud, that lady could hear it. So, yeah, me and the woman ran over here and saw a dude with spiky hair near the fountain. He was, like, holding a man by his sides as he pushed him into the fountain's trident." Trucy looked at the fountain before looking back at Michael. "So, you saw the whole murder?"
Michael nodded his head, careful not to hit the camera on his shoulder. "Yeah, I saw that dude stab him with the trident." Trucy's eyes throbbed slightly, everything around Michael turned into strange, eye piercing colors.
(H-he lied?! What reason does he have to lie?)
Trucy placed a fist to her mouth, covering the frown that replaced her smile. "Mr. Prower, please repeat your last statement." Michael used his other hand to wipe a smudge off his camera lens, shrugging. "Sure man, whatever."
"Yeah, I saw that dude stab him with the trident."
Trucy looked first at his face, nothing happened there, so she moved to his left arm, then the arm holding the camera. Then she saw it, his hand would touch one of the knobs and twist it slightly. "GOT IT!" Trucy smiled as she pointed, using her other hand to steady her glasses. "Mr. Prower, when you mention the part about seeing the crime, you use a hand to twist one of the knobs on your camera! Your hiding something, aren't you?" Michael glanced at his hand before he turned back to Trucy. "Ms. Silk, even if I did, where's your proof I lied?" Trucy put a hand to her chin, tilting her head to the right. "Hmm... Can you please show me where you saw the crime?" Michael smiled, walking towards a group of bushes to the right of the fountain. "It's, like, about here." Trucy walked towards the bushes, it was a mess of green, yellow, and some orange. A hole, though, was in the very center of the group of bushes. She looked around before taking off her glasses. She turned to Michael and held them out. "Can you hold these please?" Michael tilted his head to the right, a disbelieving look on his face, but he took them anyway. "What are you-"
Trucy jumped into the bushes, her head just barely visible over the foliage. "How can you see anything here?! I can barely see if I go on my knees, and I'm about your height!"
"Ms. Silk, what are you doing in the bushes?" Trucy stood up, almost falling over in the process. She turned towards the voice to see Versteckt, his arms crossed and a small smile on his face. Trucy laughed uneasily as she walked back, getting the dead leaves out of her braid. "Ha ha... Nothing much, just... Investigating... Hey, don't give me that look!" She snatched the glasses out of Michael's hand, placing them on her face as she glared at Versteckt. "Look, I found this in the bushes!" She opened her other hand, holding a small, metal stick and a piece of cloth. Versteckt picked up the metal stick with a gloved hand, humming to himself as he inspected it. Trucy looked over the cloth, it was dark blue, with a speck of white on the edges.
(Hmm, I'll have to show Athena this later.)
Versteckt handed the metal stick back to Trucy. "It's what cops use in riots, they're called riot sticks." He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, smiling as he looked at the ground. "What a simple name..." Trucy shrugged, placing the riot stick into her bag along with the piece of cloth.
*Riot Stick and Cloth added to the Court record*
"Keep those props safe, I don't want the play to begin with the cast unprepared." Trucy shook her head, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, what about the Oldbag?" Michael flinched at the mention of her, and started to walk to the van. "I-I'll see you two dudes tomorrow then." Versteckt shrugged, waving an arm in his direction as he rolled his eyes. "An incompetent woman, no matter though, she will be a witness." Trucy looked down at her wrist, looking at the wristwatch her father gave her last month. Her eyes widened when she saw the time. "Oh my! I-I have to get home! S-sorry Versteckt, I'll see you tomorrow?" Versteckt nodded, smiling slightly as he placed his right hand in his pocket. He shrugged, "Yes, I hope this play will not be as bad as my last one... Ah yes, one more thing." He stepped over to her, bent down, and whispered in her ear.
Trucy's eyes widened as he stood back up, smirking slightly. "Twas a fine night, but I must be off." He then walked away, but Trucy didn't blink, she focused her shocked gaze on the bushes she jumped into earlier. What Versteckt said was rolling around in her mind, ringing millions of warning bells.
I know who you really are, Ms. Wright
(A:N: I'M SO SORRY! This was going to be posted on the first, but I fell asleep on my computer, when I woke up, the letter E was spamming my screen. I thought I saved it, so I took out the tab, and when I reloaded it, HALF OF THE DOCUMENT WAS GONE! I'm so sorry, the next update will come as soon as I finish it! R&R, and remember, your flames warm my family!)
