Chapter Nine: Unlawful Entry

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"Boss, the girl's out." the small one said with no remorse whatsoever.

"Good." a mysterious figure replied.

The tall one finally came up the stairs. "HOW DARE YOU?" he yelled. "How could you put roachies in her water? She wouldn't hurt anyone and you decide to knock her out again?"

The mysterious figure whose face was overshadowed by the darkness in the room held is hand up as if to stop. The tall man immediately obeyed.

"I had to or you would grow to attached to her." he replied.

The tall man first thought at what this meant. How did he know?

After just thinking that thought the mysterious figure spoke. "I thought you of all people knew of my psychic abilities."

That shut the tall man's thoughts up.

"Boss, what shall we do now?" the short man asked.

"I know what we shall do. We shall light the fire in a man's heart. But first..." he turned and began to stare at the tall man. The look in the mysterious figure's eyes were cold, evil even. "We have a little catching up to do."

The mysterious figure signalled for the small man to leave. The small man went down the stairs, but even that wasn't far enough to hear the cries of pain his partner was emitting.


The small man was soon called back up. Just as he climbed up the stairs, he heard the mysterious figure yelled at the tall man, then heard a loud shove and a toppling of furniture.

"THAT IS WHAT YOU DESERVE FOR DIGRACING ME AND MY PLANS!" the mysterious figure yelled.

There was a crack of a whip.

The small man finally came up completely.

What he saw was devastating, even under the dim light. There was blood splatter everywhere. The table the mysterious figure was sitting at had been smashed. (He couldn't even tell it was a table anymore.) There were many signs of damage as everything wasn't untouched.

"YOU!" the mysterious figure shouted as he pointed to the small man.

"Yes sir?"

"CLEAN UP THIS MESS!" the mysterious figure turned and left.

The small man immediately began to do as he was asked. There was still one thing on his mind, however.

Where was his partner?

He continued to clean, thinking that he would find the man eventually. Unfortunately, that came sooner than he had figured.

The small man was just clearing the room of the smashed table when he found his partner. From the looks of things, the mysterious figure threw the table at him and continuously whipped him. The small man actually began to cry at the sight of his partner.

The man was bleeding everywhere. The white shirt he had been wearing at the time was soaked in blood. He was also covered in several welts caused by whipping. A large porting of the table was stuck in his arm. The man was also barely conscious.

"Hey! Don't leave me!" the small man called out to his partner. "You can't leave me now."

It was all futile. The man was going to die. There was just too much blood. Even through that, the tall man still spoke.

"Don't worry about it. Just try to get away. Don't do what he says."

"No, partner, don't waste your energy. I'll get help."

The small man was about to leave when his partner grabbed his arm.

"Get away from him. You can't stay."

"Why? What happened to 'living the good life'?"

"He's evil! He did this to me!"

The small man looked down at his pitiful partner. Right now, he was just a jumble of nerves right now. He wanted to believe his brother, but his greed and some mysterious force was blocking his sight from the truth. The small man began to walk away, but his partner made one last comment.

"Hypnosis..."

The tall man died.


The small man looked back at his brother. Should he listen to him? Should he get away while he still had a chance. He continued to clean up as he pondered his thoughts. By the end of the endless scrubbing and fixing up, he still couldn't make up his mind.

Now his mind would be made up for him.

The mysterious figure came back. He saw the tall man's dead body and disregarded it.

"Get rid of the body as well." he said.

The small man obeyed. He picked up his partner's body (which was too much pain right there). He then threw it into the fireplace, cremating the body as that was the closest thing he could do to pay his respects.

The small man then began to walk away, but not before uttering one last comment.

"I love you... brother."


He followed his boss back downstairs. He noticed that the girl in the cell, Trucy, was finally coming back to her senses.

"Water?" the mysterious man chuckled.

"NO!" Trucy yelled, now figuring out what happened. She then noticed the small man behind the mysterious figure with a solemn look on his face. She then glanced back at the mysterious figure that was now in front of her, looking at her through the bars.

"Where's the other guy?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" the mysterious figure responded.

"The taller guy."

"Ah." he replied. "Why don't you ask him?" He pointed in the direction of his small accomplice.

"What happened?" Trucy asked, actually sounding curious.

"He... went to get some more coal for our fireplace upstairs."

Trucy sensed something. She immediately focused on the small man.

"What did you say?"

"I said that he went to get more coal for our fireplace upstairs."

"You're lying." Trucy said triumphantly.

The small man was shocked and glanced at the girl. "Wh-what did you stay" he stammered.

"You're lying."

"How do you know?"

Trucy paused. Should she reveal her secret or not? The mysterious figure answered for her.

"This is why she will prove useful to our operations." the mysterious figure replied.

Before Trucy got a chance to speak, the mysterious figure continued on. "She has a gift to see people's nervous twitches. She can tell if they're lying, just like you did right now." He turned to Trucy, surprised at how much the man in front of her knew. "The man you are inquiring is dead." He then pointed to the small man once more. "He threw him into the fire."

Trucy then glanced over to the small man, anger bubbling inside her. The tall man never did anything bad to her and she still remembered how he was generally concerned while she was feeling dazed from the drug in her water.

"How could you?"

The small man didn't respond. He knew that was the truth, but that was AFTER the man was dead.

The mysterious figure chuckled to himself. He then looked at Trucy deeply. Trucy noticed his deep gaze and looked back.

"Since I am in need of a new accomplice, how would you like to be the volunteer?"

Trucy looked at what appeared to be his face angrily. "NO WAY! There is no way I would help the likes of you get to my daddy." She was sticking with her assumptions, but the mysterious figure didn't react.

"Too bad you don't have much of a choice." (and this is where the sci-fi begins)

The mysterious figure pulled out a clock on a string. (Yep, classic) He then began to swing it back and forth in a monotonous way. Trucy was immediately attracted to it.

"You will heed my commands as soon as the clock strikes one."

The clock struck one.

Trucy looked dazed for a second, then suddenly, her eyes went sharp, portraying red and purple in colour. A powerful aura began to emit from her. It was her own special perceiving powers at work. She never knew that they work to protect her as well.

"There is NO way that cheap trick will work on me." she replied with a smart look on her face.

The mysterious figure laughed, able to sense the aura the magician was emitting. "I never expected it to!" he laughed. Then, abruptly, his laughter stopped, his face had gone cold and serious again.

Trucy continued to meet his gaze, face-to-face. Through the concentrated power of her perceive ability, she could make out his face. There were no exact features, but she could tell that it was cold, emotionless.

Suddenly, the man's eyes flashed yellow. Trucy broke the gaze, in deep pain. She clutched onto her head and fell to the ground as the mysterious figure's voice entered her head.

"Ha! How pathetic! I expected that to be more of a challenge! No matter, you shall now do my bidding."

At that statement, Trucy stopped cringing in pain. The small man noticed that he had been so intrigued by what was going on in front of him that he had been stepping forward with each passing second. He was now almost beside the mysterious figure.

He now watched as the girl got up. The young teenage magician's aura seemed to have broken, replaced by a more cold, chilling thought. The person in the cage was no longer the same young girl the small man had helped capture before. She looked at the small man with a menacing look on her face, her eyes ominously yellow.

"Yes sir."

The mysterious figure let her out of the cell, the girl stepping out into the open beside the small man. The small man took a step back in fear of what had just happened. The mysterious figure and his new accomplice walked up the stairs, leaving the small man alone by the cell dazed at what had just happened.

Hypnosis.


A/N: LOL, probably one of the most sci-fi style pieces I've ever done. I hope you're not disappointed trying to get used to the idea of changing eye colour through ability and whatnot, because if you are, I suggest you stop reading because more of that kind of idea is coming up.

Oh yeah, I also hope that you're not all going, "Wow, such a bad idea! I'm going to use the bathroom to get away from this junk!" in your heads. I'm really shy about trying out a new idea like this that veers off so much from the actual Ace Attorney storyline, so if you're all really disappointed, I'll stop.

One last thing! I'm sorry for hypnotizing Trucy and making her seem so "evil" and whatnot. I swear it won't stay like that for long. (Hey, hypnosis has to wear off sometime, right?) Okay, I'm done apologizing for all my awful errors in this chapter. I know there's a ton more like how I should give "small man", "tall man", and "mysterious figure" some real names and whatnot, but it'll all come eventually.

Okay, I'm sorry this chapter was a colossal waste of time! (cue "It's Gotta be the Box" video on Youtube.) LOL XD