John Phoenix and Storm arrived at the address listed, Storm knocking shave-and-a-haircut and ringing the doorbell for "two bits". When the door opened, they were met with a young lady who was set to boot them off.
"NO! I AM NOT VOTING THIS YEAR!" She hollered. But before she could slam the door, John Phoenix interjected.
"Hey, calm down, we're not here for the election. I'm the attorney you enlisted to defend your neighbor?" He said, handing her the piece of paper that Justin had handed him. She looked over the paper, and as her eyes glanced over it, her expression shifted to be a bit more calm.
"Alright, you can come in. The crime scene is the second room on the right." She noted, pointing to the hallway on John Phoenix's right, behind the stairs.
"Thank you, Ms. Valencia." Storm said, nodding at her while trailing behind John Phoenix.
"If there's any way I can be of assistance, let me know." She said behind them.
John Phoenix walked into the room in question, finding a room that would likely make Storm jealous. Sure enough…
"WHAT?!" someone hollered. "HE'S GOT ALL OF THIS AWESOME STUFF?"
"Richard! Calm down!" Storm objected. "I bet that his mom may gift us this stuff if we acquit her neighbor, don't worry!"
"Woah! Didn't think I'd see you three here!" A familiar voice said behind them. John Phoenix turned around to find Detective Gumshoe, trailed by one of the police investigators.
"Detective Gumshoe!" Storm exclaimed! "How have thing been on your end?"
"Ups n' downs, kiddo. Ups n' downs." He said, trailing off.
John Phoenix decided to take a gander around the room. On the floor was the obligatory tape outline, blood behind it. A bullet was lodged in the house's frame, right where the wall and ceiling met. It was likely too far back to retrieve.
On the bed was a laptop, the logo blown out from behind the screen. The glass had fallen towards the pillows, but only made it about halfway towards the head of the bed. A gun was found near where the chalk outline's hand was, but it had fallen so that the barrel was facing towards the kid's head while still being able to reach the trigger.
"So, Detective, what have you found?" John Phoenix asked, hoping to get something from the detective.
"Well, it's a rather interesting situation. The gun's ballistic markings show that only one bullet has been fired."
"Wait a second, how were you able to retrieve the bullet? The indentation seems way too far for someone to reach."
"The forensic team had an electromagnet that they used to attract the bullet, strong enough to obtain it, but not too strong to shift its shape." He said, pulling out a bullet sealed in a little plastic baggie.
"Wait a second, why is it strange that the gun only shot off one bullet?" Storm asked, even though John Phoenix had some idea of what he meant.
"Easy. You see the laptop on the bed? That's a bullet hole. Now here's the kid's autopsy." He said, handing John Phoenix a copy. "Let's see here. Time of death, 12:20 - 1:00, Cause, bullet wound in head… from the FRONT?" He raised his voice, gripping the paper tight enough to tear a hole in the side.
"Yep. And keep in mind, the direction of the laptop's shrapnel indicates that the bullet was fired towards the kid."
Well, this is a comparatively interesting phenomenon. John Phoenix thought. Somehow the gun was fired in such a way that the kid and his laptop both died. He decided to take a more up-close approach with the crime scene, and found a slip of paper that almost blended in with the bedsheets.
It would have been something worth noting had John Phoenix been able to read the chicken scratch on it. Not even Storm could crack it, so they just snapped a photo on John Phoenix's phone, hoping they could eventually read it, or have someone read it to them.
"Well, I think that might be about it," Richard said. "Now what?"
"I think we should take Julia up on her offer." John Phoenix said, the picture of the note still up.
John Phoenix walked back to the living room, looking for Julia. He eventually found her in the living room, looking rather distant. "Excuse me? Can you please decipher this for us?" He intruded, holding out his phone with the picture of the slip.
"What makes you think I'd be able to?" She sniped, breaking out of her trance.
"It might be written by your son," Storm said. "It could clear up a little bit of air."
"Uh, okay." She said. She took the phone from John Phoenix's hands, looked at the screen, and probably spent a good 90 seconds trying to deduce what it said. Eventually, she gasped and her eyes began to water.
"What does it say?" John Phoenix said, slightly concerned for the former mother.
"'I don't want to live in this world anymore. Knowing that fanfics like 'Turnabout Forever' exist makes me want to kill myself. Scratch that, it's the only way I can get it out of my head. Tell 'ladyjolenephoenix' to burn in hell for me? Thanks.'" She finished, turning off the phone before hand it back to John Phoenix.
John Phoenix decided that he would have to research this guy who seemed to have driven this kid to suicide. But for now, a final glance at the crime scene.
"Nothing new to report, sir! Oh, it's you, John Phoenix."
"Thanks for the update!" Richard said, giving them all a good laugh.
John Phoenix had probably spent 15 minutes looking for the right guy on fanfiction. He didn't even want to read any of these things, he just wanted to find a guy. But after a good 20 minutes of adjusting search engines and altering capitalizations, he finally found the profile.
So this is the idiot that drove an innocent child to kill himself. I know should be honored people are writing stories about my uncle, but do they really need to vilify him? He said, looking at the reviews of one story that pinned his uncle as the murderer.
Realizing he had gotten sidetracked, he looked over her profile as best he could, trying to keep the bad sex scenes from hurting his eyes. He hadn't really cared for sexual content in the past, but this devolved from a minor annoyance to a freaking war crime. He asked Rirchard to come in and talk to this girl, as he was the one with a profile on this site.
SSFan367: Hey, are you aware of the fact that your fanfictions caused someone to commit suicide?
ladyjolenephoenix: Yeah, so they could ride the cock of the angels up to the white as semen clouds above. Post pics of his corpse pls ;)
Richard gave up immediately after that, saying that "Someone like her is too dense to reason with." John Phoenix had no choice but to agree. He couldn't find a way to counter this girl, her own reply said everything!