Chapter 15: John Phoenix and the Awesome Battle

Time seemed to slow down. The bullet hurtled toward John Phoenix and his co-counsels. But it was not just a mere bullet- it was an angel bullet, the most dangerous bullet of them all. Because, as explained in the previous chapters, anyone who gets shot by an angel bullet gets their soul trapped in the bullet that killed them.

Forever.

"The bullet's coming! Brace yourselves!" said Godot grimmly, sipping coffee. It seemed that his return to Earth might be ending prematurely. A wave of regret passed over Godot, who had been Diego Armando in another life before he had died the first time. Not only had he failed to save Mia all those years ago, now he had failed God and St. Peter, who had been counting on him to fulfil his mission AKA Godot's mission.

It seemed his life was always destined to be... bitter. Godot grinned and 1 tear streaked down his face and fell into his cup.

Phoenix Wright was scared as well. As he watched that bullet make its terrifyingly quick journey across the courtroom, he couldn't help but flinch, not once, but twice.

But John Phoenix didn't flinch. John Phoenix didn't do anything of the sort. Time seemed to slow down. John Phoenix stared at the bullet steadfastly. His eyes narrowed. His eyes burned with hatred. Because this bullet was a relative of the bullet that had killed his mother, and trapped her soul in a bullet Forever. His eyes narrowed.

Time seemed to slow down.

"So, who did ya aim at, dad?" asked Karl von Karma from the prosecution desk, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

"Ha, that's the thing, my son," replied Manfred von Robot. He smiled evilly. "I don't even KNOW who I aimed at! The bullet could kill John Phoenix, or it could kill one of his co-counsels. Personally, I hope it kills Phoenix Wright, my dreaded enemy, so that John Phoenix will feel much anguish and regret!"

And the evil robot and his evil illegitimate son laughed, cheering the bullet on.

All hope seemed lost.

But the Judge, whose vision was better than perhaps anyone had ever suspected, because he could see into men's souls, noticed that John Phoenix was grinning. Grinning in his heart as well as his face. Grinning like someone who wasn't afraid of a bullet.

"Go on, young John Phoenix," whispered the Judge. "Go on, lad. I know you can do it. I can sense it in you. Find a way to turnabout this situation... stop that bullet in its tracks!"

The bullet was getting closer... time seemed to slow down...

Closer...

But John Phoenix only smirked bigger. As John Phoenix's plans didn't involve getting killed or trapped in a bullet forever, he knew he must act. And act he did. He picked up a heavy legal tome. Then he did a flip over the desk just as the bullet was about to strike. When he judged he was exactly over the bullet he dropped the heavy book on it. The bullet, crushed underneath the weight of the book, fell to the floor, rendered harmless by John Phoenix's quick thinking and quicker action.

John Phoenix flipped once more in the air, because this was actually a double flip, and then landed on his feet as cool as a cucumber, or perhaps a cat, as cats are well-known to always land on their feet, and John Phoenix, displaying cat-like abilities, had landed on his feet.

"John Phoenix... that was amazing!" exclaimed Uncle Phoenix, exclaiming the obvious.

"Heh, come on, Wright, what did you expect?" asked Godot. "He's John Phoenix, you should expect this from him. Even though I've only known him for a few hours I know that he is no average kid... he's the greatest defense attorney who ever lived." Sips coffee.

Manfred von Karma AKA Manfred von Robot merely laughed. Albeit nervously. "N-never mind! I still have more angel bullets!"

John Phoenix smirked. Smirking was one of his most famous facial expressions. "Hmph, but not that many more, von Robot!" He turned to Godot. "Godot, didn't you tell me, John Phoenix, on our way to LA that von Karma only had 1 magazine for the angel gun?"

"I did indeed," nodded Godot. "And it's a small magazine; it only holds 10 bullets. So assuming there was already a bullet in the chamber to begin with, von Karma couldn't possibly have more than 6 bullets, because he used on bullet earlier to kill your mother, whose murder you told me about on our way to LA, and he also used a bullet just now, plus he killed 3 geese, which St. Peter witnessed through a telescope, thus he could have no more than 6 bullets."

"T-that sounds like a lot of bullets to me!" said Uncle Phoenix. He was hiding under the desk.

But just then a bunch of guards rushed into the courtroom!

"Guards?" said Manfred von Robot. "But how?"

"Easy, von Robot," replied the judge. "I pressed the secret button on my chair. It alerted the guards."

There were 5 guards. They tried to arrest Manfred von Robot but he shot all of them and trapped their souls in bullets.

"G-good lord!" cried the judge.

John Phoenix's eyes narrowed. Time seemed to slow down as he observed the dead bodies. He had thought that he had already grown inured to death in his short life, and he had, because these corpses meant nothing to him. He thought it was good they were dead, cruel as that might sound, and he realized it sounded cruel, but his life simply mattered more than theirs. By dying, they had made John Phoenix not die, so he thanked these corpses, as he might thank a butter knife after he had used it to butter his toast. He hoped they would find peace in the hereafter.

"So, von Robot, you still have a bullet left?" asked John Phoenix.

"Come over here and find out, why don't you?"

John Phoenix began walking forward calmly.

"J-John Phoenix, be careful!" cried Uncle Phoenix, peeping out over the desk.

John Phoenix continued walking. "It's all right, Uncle Phoenix. Because I have my psychic powers."

"Objection," said Manfred von Robot. "I neutralized your powers, remember?"

"Ha." John Phoenix ripped off his tie and threw it aside!

"No!" screamed von Robot and Karl von Karma simultaneously (at the same time).

"Yes, von Robot! It was the tie, wasn't it? It was the only thing that changed since I had last used my powers. It was magic, wasn't it!" Before giving Manfred a chance to respond, he used his psychic powers to lift the robotic cube that housed von Karma's brain and bashed it against the walls and the ceiling, directing the movement of the cube with his arm.

"Father! No!" roared Karl von Karma. He took out the remote control and made John Policeman attack John Phoenix.

"Brrzt... kill!" the robotic policeman warbled. It wrapped the discarded tie around John Phoenix's neck, blocking his psychic powers and also choking him. Von Robot fell to the floor with a crash.

John Phoenix almost died but then Uncle Phoenix and Godot teamed-up and knocked the robot to the ground!

"You okay, John Phoenix?" asked Uncle Phoenix. But John Phoenix merely pushed his uncle to the ground and then flew, yes, flew, because he could fly all along, he only made Godot carry him because he hadn't felt like flying at the time; he flew toward Karl von Karma and socked him in the jaw!

"Ow," said Karl von Karma, and the remote flew out of his hand and landed into a fishbowl. There was the crackle of electricity and John Policeman blew up and his mechanical body parts scattered everywhere.

John Phoenix turned to von Robot. "Now to take care of you, you fiend..." The robotic cube was on its side. But when John Phoenix turned it over, the glass dome was cracked and the brain was missing!

The Judge came down and walked over to the others. "Hmm, looks like in all the confusion someone made off with von Robot's brain."

"Looks like," said Godot. "How much longer will von Robot escape justice...?"

"Um, why are you all calling him von Robot instead of von Karma...?" Uncle Phoenix asked. Everybody ignored him, especially John Phoenix, who was brooding. John Phoenix took the angel gun off of the robot carcass and tucked it into his pants.

The dead bodies were removed, Karl von Karma was arrested and taken away, and the Judge delivered his verdict.

"I find the defendant Not Guilty!" Everybody cheered. Not that there were many people to cheer.

"Thank you so much for saving my daughter yet again, John Phoenix," thanked Uncle Phoenix.

"Of course. Just one more thing." John Phoenix walked over to Trucy and roundhouse-kicked her in the womb. She moaned and sank to her knees.

Everybody was shocked. "J-John Phoenix!" exclaimed Uncle Phoenix. "Why did you kick her in the womb?" He tried to go over to assist her but John Phoenix body slammed his uncle to the ground and bounced his head against the floor!

"Foolish uncle! Stay back! She's dangerous! This isn't my cousin! It's an imposter!" He took off Trucy's hat and revealed Trucy's true identity: Franziska von Karma.

"Hmph!" said Franziska von Karma. "Hmph!"

"You see," explained John Phoenix to the astonished onlookers, "she was the one who gave me that magical tie which took my powers away. So of course she wasn't the real Trucy."

So as you can see, the tie which John Phoenix received which seemingly had no bearing on the plot actually had a bearing on the plot and was actually an instrument of evil all along that had been given to him by Franziska von Karma who was actually Trucy being impersonated by Franziska von Karma all the time.

"But wait... if that's Franziska von Karma, then where is the real Trucy?" asked Uncle Phoenix stupidly.

Just then Miles Edgeworth walked in with a sword.

"Hi" Miles Edgeworth said. "I'm Miles Edgeworth."

To be continued...