Detention Center
Date: September 2 Time: 3:00 p.m.
He entered the room. It went from a tender 70 degree weather to Borscht Bowl Club weather. The room almost seemed frozen in time with the only animate figure being a silhouette of a woman.
He stepped closer, straining his eyes to at least see the face of the person opposite of him. Each step felt heavy. Every step got heavier, trying to hold up his weight, he pushed against this weird gravitation. The chair across from him almost felt miles away. He's knees began to hurt against the crushing weight. The room felt colder and colder as he approached the shadowy figure. It wasn't until he touched the top of the chair that all the weight vanished.
He felt relieved and light weight again as he regained his composure. 'What the Hell was that?'
The figure soon came to his view, which he believed to be his client. Arms folded and eyes closed almost as in deep thought. Her blonde hair draped over her light skin. Her visage was transfixed into a glower. Still, almost like stone, but the movement of her breathing. It felt like the room was breathing with her.
"H-Hello?" Phoenix spoke up shuffling in his chair nervously. The woman didn't even acknowledge his presence. "I'm here by your request."
Her eyes began to slowly open. She finally peered at him, her head jerked quickly into his view. Phoenix looked directly into her violet eyes and almost felt like she was about to devour his very soul.
"You're worthy…", the words slithered through her mouth and into his ears. Her words almost shattered him. He began to sweat.
'What is she talking about?' he fought the thought back.
A crinkle on the edge of her lips began to change shape. She smiled at him. He thought he was going to die. 'Why do I feel like I shouldn't be doing this?' Phoenix cracked at his thought. Her smile intimidated him. 'If she struck fear just with a smile, I can only imagine what she would do if she was angry.'
"Phoenix Wright… I have heard much about you." she spoke. Her voice somehow transformed from gut-wrenching intimidation to soft comfort. "I have faith that your reputation precedes you..."
She looked in the other direction. Phoenix went from neck deep in water to standing in a puddle. He was scared from the thought of how her voice and her compliment had made him feel boasted and proud.
"So what's your name?", he asked slowly.
She stared back at him, the feeling of dread came back over him almost as if he subconsciously braced for impact. He gripped the edge of the seat tightly as she said the name that almost force pushed his soul from his body.
"My name is Regina Fate Specter." she spoke in a proud and pompous voice.
'Fate?' he thought.
"Yes…" she interrupted.
Phoenix gulped and almost turned as blue as his suit. 'Did she read my thoughts?!'
She stared at him, posing a confused look. "Are we going to discuss the case?" she insisted.
"Uhh-Y-YES! Ugh-Ca-Can you explain w-what happened?" Phoenix failed at his sentence as he tried to regain the color in his face.
She slowly breathed in and exhaled. He could feel the cold breath through the thick bullet proof glass between them. 'How's that even possible?!' he squirmed.
"Mister Wright…" her words cold. "I would advice coherent sentences. By your voice, you seem to lack… faith in me…," her words stinging to him.
"NO! NO! That's not it!," he mustered thrashing his hands wildly.
She raised an eyebrow and settled it back. She began. "I had recently ventured the West coast in search of… information. I travel around searching for discovery and new interests…" she peered at Phoenix with hunger. Phoenix felt the bottom of his stomach jerk upward.
She began stroking her thumbs along the lower lapels of her midnight violet suit, brushing the gold trim design with her and a gem which appeared to be an onyx, reflecting the lapel on the other side. She lowered her hands back down on her lap and began again. Phoenix felt warm and burned upon his neck and chest as if she was groping the very areas on him.
"Suddenly a man approached me and demanded I give him my possessions! I do not bid any hoodlums mind even if I were to be in danger!" she persisted.
Phoenix gave a mild chuckle, but straightened himself quickly as she continued.
"Self-defense of course, he lunged at me. But I did quickly subdue him in a headlock."
Phoenix was mildly impressed. Thinking how if she could tackle him with words, he can just imagine physical style.
"After the endeavor I let him go and continued my own business." she finished her sentence smiling widely yet disturbing her lawyer.
He fought hard trying to usher a question from his lips, "So, w-what kind of information were you looking for?"
She gazed back at him with a mild pokerface and circled her eyes until they landed into his view, "Information on someone important. Someone that I have great interest for…" She laid her hand against the table and her index finger circled in a strange fashion, almost symbolic, in a seductive way.
It finally traced its way to the edge and Phoenix couldn't help watch it travel, practically hypnotized. She was teasing him. "But that's for a different discussion."
He shook his head and blinked rapidly, returning to the present. Regaining his focus, he looked back at her and proceeded with his next question,
"Why were you traveling around after midnight?"
She raised her brow, "Is it a crime to go out at night? I don't remember there being curfews." she sassed.
Biting his lower lip to make sure he doesn't upset her, he contemplated on what to say. He finally released, "Well, no… It's just unsafe."
Her laugh passed through a breath, "I have nothing to fear, Mr. Wright." She dragged her finger back from the edge and slowly ran it across the top of the table. Phoenix again couldn't help but see it travel, but this time his mouth slightly opened. She chuckled lightly to see how obedient he was.
It took a little longer for him to recuperate his thoughts. 'Again?'
He steadied himself back on the chair and stood in silence and apprehension on his final question until it was finally heard, "Do you know the guy who tried to mug you?"
Her head tilted as if confused by the question. She leaned forward as well as Phoenix did. "I have heard of him, but I haven't met him personally…"
Phoenix held the Magatama tightly in his pocket. Nervously, he looked down to see it vibrating, 'but where were the Psyche Locks? 'Was she lying?
Why is it-?' he choked as he saw it. It turned dark, almost black.
"Except on that very night, of courssssssee…"
It suddenly stopped shaking. He peered back up and fell off his chair after seeing her.
She had a wide smile, her teeth glistened into the most uncomforting smile he had ever seen. She was holding her head with the back of her intermingled fingers. But her eyes were wide with excitement, but soon composed herself as she saw the attorney fall to the floor.
"Are you okay, Mr. Wright?" she said with a concerned tone.
He fumbled back up and sat on the chair. "Y-yes… ugh-ha! Sorry!" he juggled his words nervously.
"Mr. Wright…" she looked down. "I am being accused here. I need your help…" she slowed down. "I didn't do it."
A sudden guilt fell over him. "Don't worry! I'll take your case!" he announced pompously.
She looked back up with a smirk, "Thank you."
"Trial is tomorrow, but I know you're innocent." He assured her.
"I'll be waiting for my verdict tomorrow then." She smiled.
The officer approached her, but shot back with his hands in front of him as if trying to defend himself as she stood up. She glowered at him and signaled him to open the door to return to her cell. The police officer stumbled to the door and hid behind it to protect himself from her gnashing view. Phoenix still stood, holding tightly against his chair. His sweat still staining his face.
He placed a hand back into his pocket where the Magatma was and took it out. He ran a finger across the comma shaped jewel and saw that it turned back to its jade color.
'What just happened?'
The pen continued tapping on the desk, like a clock. 'That trial… that trial...' the words kept echoing in his head.
'That trial was very easy, almost… planned,' he wrestled against the thought.
The man began to flash back to the trial.
