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May 26th, 2:33 PM
District Courtroom No. 3
Like the regular watchers, I returned to the gallery to see the rest of the trial. Some people took notice of me and were staring, but I did my best to ignore it. I could feel the nervous excitement in the air standing up here within the crowd. Nobody knew what would happen next and because of that everyone was on the edge of their seats-metaphorically speaking. In the very least, I was grateful I didn't have to testify anymore. The only thing left to do and the only thing I could do was watch. Even though I should have been prosecuting this case, it was sort of nice to not have the stress of figuring all of this stuff out. And I wasn't kidding about seeing Phoenix and Edgeworth in action-it really was so much more fascinating to see in person.
Looking down, I could see that the judge had taken his usual spot, along with the defense and prosecution. The boy was brought to the stand by the bailiffs. The judge banged his gavel calling for order.
"Court is back in session," he began. "Mr. Edgeworth, what were the findings from the residence?"
Edgeworth looked down at his report. "The police did indeed discover the TL-5 case files in Derek's room, hidden under his mattress."
The people nearby started murmuring to each other, some claiming how they knew it and others how they couldn't believe it. Derek was looking petrified, sweating bullets holding on to two tufts of his hair, teeth clenched.
The judge brought down the gavel, silencing everyone. He shook his head. "Well, I'll be! This most certainly ties the cases together!"
Maya looked pretty excited, while Phoenix looked triumphant as he had both of his hands pressed down on the bench.
"So, just what do you have to say for yourself now, Derek?" he asked.
"I..." he was like a deer caught in the headlights. "I..."
He was at a loss for words, he just kept pulling his hair harder and harder until he screamed pulling two large chunks out.
"Fine!" he yelled. "I did it! I attacked her! It was me! I wanted her to suffer for what she had done...! For not catching the guy who killed my dad!"
I felt a chill go down my spine. It was creepy hearing such hate he had for me outright. He really meant it when he said he wanted to kill me a few nights ago. The crowds around grew loud and excitable after his outburst. The judge had to bang the gavel three times to calm them.
"So, you confess to the attempted murder of Ms. Doom and-" started the judge.
HOLD IT!
"I confess to trying to kill that woman, yes. But I didn't kill anyone at the park that night," Derek claimed trying to regain some of his composure, though he couldn't help but awkwardly shift legs back and forth.
"But the case files were in your room! You have gunpowder residue on you and you had the gun!" said Phoenix slamming his hands on the bench.
"You can't prove I did it! There's not a solid piece of evidence linking me to anything! You can arrest me for my assault, but not that!" the boy said fidgety, unable to stand still.
We were so close. What would it take to end it?
Phoenix was staring him down like there was no tomorrow. Edgeworth did likewise. They knew they were on the verge of a breakdown, yet getting there was proving difficult.
"Your Honor, the defense would like to ask for another testimony!" Phoenix said pointing.
The judge didn't answer immediately. He closed his eyes thinking of something. "...Request denied."
"But, Your Honor!" started Phoenix in dismay.
"Mr. Wright, while I think less than highly of this boy, I'm not sure another testimony will bring us any closer to any conclusion," he said shaking his head.
"HA!" laughed Derek wildly. "Whatdaya think of that, spikes?!"
Phoenix didn't respond, he just continued glaring.
"What we need is solid evidence. Most things presented thus far have been circumstantial proof," began the judge. "Therefore, I will give you one last chance to present evidence, that proves that this boy was the killer of the victim in the park."
It was almost dead quiet. Barely anyone moved. We all had our eyes on the defense. Maya looked like a puffer fish holding her breath. Phoenix, I could tell was wracking his brains together for some sort of solution, hunched over the bench furrowing his brows.
"Do you have proof, Mr. Wright?" the judge asked.
"Yeah, do you?!" mocked Derek smirking, thinking he was off the hook.
"...I do have proof," Phoenix said quietly. I couldn't tell if he was bluffing or if he actually had proof.
"What?!" squawked the boy nearly losing his balance. He was sweating again, and now holding onto the stand for dear life.
"What is the evidence that proves that this boy is the killer?" asked the judge.
Phoenix looked determined. He said nothing for a moment, as he thought it through all the way before presenting the evidence. It was nerve wracking just to watch. Forget playing the games. This was all happening in real time, right in front of me. And if he messed up once...it was a real game over.
TAKE THAT!
Suddenly, a gun was brought on screen before the entire court.
"The murder weapon?" blinked the judge.
"Yeah! J-just what that does that prove? My prints aren't on it!" he said weakly still holding onto the stand.
Phoenix shook his head. "The prints aren't relevant. What's relevant is how the murder weapon had two shots fired. The first being lodged in the victim's heart," he started. "And the second...well, we never found the second shot. And it's been bothering me."
Derek was starting to sweat more, looking sickly.
"It was my theory earlier that the true killer, couldn't fire rounds easily because they were impeded physically. How could you miss a target that is only a few feet away from you? They couldn't see and in addition to that, they had trouble moving...because they were shot."
"D-don't be stupid! You can't prove any of that nonsense!" Derek said clinging to that stand as though it were the only thing left between him and Phoenix.
"Mr. Cartman testified to hearing a loud bang, that woke him up in the park. It was because of that bang he saw the events that night. I don't think it's a far stretch to assume that the bang he heard was from a gun, considering two people at the park were armed," Phoenix said looking down at yesterday's testimony. "He also said that the killer was moving funny, walking strangely."
The boy said nothing as his complexion paled.
"To be honest, I'm certain that you never fired at your mother, but rather it was she who fired at you in an attempt to stop you from killing Mr. Chance," Phoenix said slamming his hands on the bench.
"N-no! T-that's..." he was starting to falter.
"Alina wasn't injured by any bullet. And the only one Mr. Chance received was the one sent directly to his heart. So, if I am correct...that bullet is in you and matches the ballistic markings on the murder weapon."
Derek was trembling now, starting to sink onto the floor.
"No..."
"The defense would like to request that Derek be checked for bullet wounds!"
The judge nodded vigorously. "Bailiff!"
"Noooooo!"
Quickly, a bailiff approached the stand nearly dragging the kid off the floor, who was screaming in protest the whole time. After some prolonged struggle, the bailiff had managed to remove both pairs of shoes he was wearing to reveal a bloody bandaged foot, in which the bullet was still lodged in.
The courtroom was frozen in silence.
"Ha...ha..." Derek stood back up this time no longer trying to mask his pain. He was crying, hands buried in his hair.
"You got me...and it's too bad because that defense attorney was next! I just wanted to avenge him," he looked up at the ceiling. "Dad was the only one who really cared about me. Mom never did...and even now, she's not covering for me... she just did it to save her own skin!"
He broke down into sobs, rolling up his sleeves as far as they could. Then he began tearing out giant clumps of his hair out faster and faster until there was little hair left upon his head. Afterwards he dropped to the floor, seeming to writhe in pain...like a child throwing a temper tantrum. The bailiffs put him in cuffs and walked him off the stand. Within the next few moments, Alina was brought to the stand. She looked deeply hurt.
"While we are now aware of the true killer, it is still a bit unclear to me as to what happened at the park the night of the murder," said the judge.
Edgeworth looked down at his notes.
"I'm fairly certain the events of that night transpired like this: After Derek attacked Ms. Doom, he returned to his home with the TL-5 files. When it was nearly time to meet Mr. Chance as he demanded in his letter, he left his home with a gun- unknowingly with Ms. Bunke trailing him. At the park, Derek was just about to shoot Mr. Chance, until his mother got in the way, shooting him in the foot. She tried to disarm him, but he knocked her unconscious. It was then Mr. Chance tried to fight back and that's when Derek fired the three shots that missed- most likely because of the glasses he accidentally left behind at Ms. Doom's office in addition to his wounded foot. Mr. Chance fought for his life, even managing to tear off a piece of Derek's shirt in the process. But it wasn't enough as Derek picked up the other gun and forced Mr. Chance in front of the fountain, shooting him to death."
"To think that such a young boy could do all of this is..." The judge shook his head profusely. "At this point it is a formality, but this court finds the defendant, Alina Bunke-"
HOLD IT!
"Edgeworth?" asked Phoenix confusedly.
"My apologies, but I can't allow the verdict to be passed quite yet," Edgeworth remarked tapping his fingers on his arm. "To end now would be premature."
"I'm afraid I don't follow, Mr. Edgeworth," said the judge shaking his head. "The defendant's innocence is quite clear-"
"That is not the issue, Your Honor," he started. "Ms. Bunke, your son said something very interesting."
"And what was that?" Alina closed her eyes momentarily. "He's said a lot of interesting things."
"He said that you took the fall, not to protect him, but rather yourself," he said pointing a finger. "I'd like your testimony on the matter."
"I don't see why I should. Nothing matters anymore," she remarked bluntly. "It's over."
She looked lifeless, nothing but a visage of the spunky lady I had seen before. She was quieter, much stiller, almost like a statue. I wondered if she was even breathing.
"You can end it now, but you won't be able to release the past for good. For this to truly be over...the truth must come out."
It was a different side of Edgeworth I hadn't seen before. Of course, he was always going on about uncovering and unearthing every mystery, but here...it was different. As opposed to a simple outward appearance of this somewhat cold insatiable want of knowledge, it seemed that this was a bit more, personal? I couldn't place a finger on it, but I could see that he wanted it for Alina's benefit in the very least.
Alina said nothing for a while, but she was clearly affected by his words. She looked a little less despondent, yet more hesitant. She slowly started playing with her right earlobe, flipping it back and forth as she looked off. After a bit, she folded her arms.
"...Alright, I'll do it. I have nothing more to lose anyway," Alina said calmly.
"Alina..." began Phoenix looking at her with a degree of pity.
"Mr. Wright," she began. "You've put together what happened that night...I wonder if you can do this."
Phoenix did not reply, but it was clear he understood. She had given them a hard time by not being forthcoming with information, yet in some ways she did want everything to be over and done with. But she was difficult. I didn't think it'd be an easy fight Phoenix would be walking into.
Witness Testimony
Saving My Skin
-Despite everything, I love my son.
-I took the fall for the murder because I didn't want him to go to prison.
-It wasn't about me. It was always about Derek.
The courtroom was dead silent. Phoenix and Maya looked tired. They were at the bench whispering to each other, most likely thinking the same thing I was.
(She really didn't give them much to work with...)
The judge seemed a bit surprised by the brevity of the testimony, surprised that it was over so soon.
"Uh, well, Mr. Wright you may cross examine the witness."
Cross Examination
Saving My Skin
-Despite everything, I love my son.
HOLD IT!
"That may be true, but it doesn't seem like he believes that," said Phoenix stroking his chin.
She frowned slightly tugging her earlobe. "It's difficult...I've done my best, but I can't be John."
"Your husband?"
"Derek and John were very close. Derek looked up to him a lot. So, when he was gone...Derek struggled with it."
-I took the fall for the murder because I didn't want him to go to prison.
HOLD IT!
"Was that the only reason you took the blame?"
She scoffed, folding her arms. "Why else would I ? Derek had his whole life ahead him. But I can no longer protect him. He has to take responsibility for what he's done."
Phoenix said nothing, but was staring at her scrutinizing her comment. I wondered if something was amiss.
-It wasn't about me. It was always about Derek.
HOLD IT!
"What do you mean by that?" Phoenix asked curiously.
Alina looked irritable. "Exactly what I said."
Phoenix began sweating. "Uh, let me rephrase: what do you mean by 'always about Derek'?"
"I had messed up," Alina said hesitantly pulling her earlobe. "I wanted to protect him."
Phoenix raised his eyebrows. "How did you mess up?"
"...It doesn't matter. The only thing that does matter is how my son's life is over as well as a good man's."
"Huh?" Maya chimed in. "By good man do you mean, Mr. Chance?"
Alina closed her eyes. "Yes."
The murmuring in the gallery started up around me.
"But wasn't he suspected of sabotaging your husband in his last race?" Phoenix asked stroking his chin.
"I suppose that's true," she remarked calmly running a hand down the back of her head. "Don't get me wrong. At first, I thought he was involved and I had my own suspicions about that race. Yet, deep down...I can't believe that Slim could do anything like that. "
"And why is that?" asked Phoenix.
"Well, after that case, he begged and pleaded with me to listen, telling me that he didn't have anything to do with John's death. He even showed me these records of the purchased car parts, along with how he filed for fraud as his credit cards had been stolen before that race," she said taking out some credit statements that appeared on screen for the court.
I stared incredulously. How could she have something like that in her possession? Nothing like that was anywhere on the original evidence list for that case.
"How...why wasn't this presented in that trial?!" demanded Edgeworth slamming a hand on the bench.
Alina shrugged. "Slim said his lawyer told him it would be useless as his name was already all over those purchases made with his credit cards. And I guess because he filed for fraud the day of that...mess, it's iffy if it would have been seen as credible. People already believed he played a part in it."
Edgeworth was seething. I could only imagine what was going on inside of his head, as how he knew how vital it was to have every piece of evidence presented in court.
The judge shook his head in disbelief. "To have an attorney hide evidence is unthinkable... as well as a detriment to our legal system!"
The crowd I was in, started getting riled up.
"I knew it! Attorneys are slime!"
"That's super sketchy!"
"Yeah, what was that attorney doing?"
The judge banged his gavel.
"Of course, I wish this was mentioned sooner...but by the time I found out it was already over," Alina said tugging her earlobe.
"Actually," began Phoenix. "Why did he come to you with that?"
"Even though John hated him, I didn't. Before they had their troubles, we all used to be close," after saying that she pulled out an old picture, which was presented to the court.
In the image, we saw two men , one with platinum blond hair with blue eyes, a bit on the shorter side being a bit more muscular, and the other being taller with dark brown hair and eyes, with a lean figure, both wearing their racing outfits. A tall woman with blond curly hair, freckles, and green eyes wearing a simple dress stood between them. They all were laughing with their arms around each other at what appeared to be a race track.
"See? Things weren't always bad between them," she sighed.
"What happened to make them have problems with each other?" asked Phoenix.
She raised her index finger to her mouth and bit it before responding. "I wouldn't know."
Phoenix didn't buy it. "Absolutely, no idea?"
"Look, I don't know how it got to be like that, alright?" she said defensively folding her arms.
"Alina... you're lying," Phoenix said placing his hands on the bench looking serious.
"If I am, why don't you prove it?" she challenged.
"Well, Mr. Wright? Do you know why the relationship between the pair became turbulent?"
Phoenix paused. "...I can't say that I do."
"Hmph," said Alina playing with her ears. "Exactly what I thought."
"While Mr. Wright may not have a clue as to why, I may have an answer," said Edgeworth tapping his temple smirking.
Alina's eyes widened. She started biting her finger again.
"What is the reason as to why, Mr. Edgeworth?" asked the judge.
TAKE THAT!
Edgeworth had presented a newspaper clipping to the court with an image of two men glaring each other down. The title of the article was: "John Bunke Collapsing Under Pressure." He began to read: "Number one NRDA driver John Bunke and Number two driver Slim Chance compete head to head...but is Bunke losing his touch? The number one title holder was seen outside the race track on the ground, seemingly distraught in a comatose state after losing a trial run race."
"It seems that Mr. Bunke wasn't handling the pressure of being in the spotlight too well, especially with Mr. Chance being very close to usurping his title," remarked Edgeworth tapping upon his arm.
Alina seemed a bit unnerved for some reason I couldn't figure out. "That's true, John never did like the limelight."
"Ms. Bunke, would you please testify about this matter?" asked Edgeworth.
She seemed reluctant, starting to sweat a little. "Yeah. Sure."
Witness Testimony
The Rivalry
-Back then, the competition was increasing between John and Slim.
-John, despite his friendship with Slim wanted to keep his position.
-But...it was taking a toll on him.
-It was to a point where I couldn't handle it either.
-He hated the spotlight being on him.
-Because of everything happening, he gave up on trying to be friends with Slim.
"So often that those in the spotlight crumble," the judge shook his head. "It's a shame."
I looked at Alina and she seemed to still appear to be antsy. Her eyes were directed downward at the floor and she kept nibbling on her index finger. What was it she was trying to avoid?
"In any case, you may begin the cross examination."
"Thank you, Your Honor," nodded Phoenix.
Cross Examination
The Rivalry
-Back then, the competition was increasing between John and Slim.
-John, despite his friendship with Slim wanted to keep his position.
HOLD IT!
"His title meant a lot to him, didn't it?" Phoenix asked.
"Racing was something John really loved. It was his biggest passion," Alina said with a little smile. "So, he definitely wanted to hold onto his title as long as he could."
-But...it was taking a toll on him.
HOLD IT!
"In what ways?" he asked stroking his chin.
She placed a hand on her cheek and frowned.
"Over time, it just wore him out. He was always stressed and paranoid about making mistakes. He said he was fine and put on a happy face, but I knew better."
-It was to a point where I couldn't handle it either.
HOLD IT!
"It took a toll on you too, huh?"
"I did what I could," she said. "I tried to raise his spirits. I tried to encourage him. I even tried to get him to take a break- I tried a lot of things. But he would never listen. He'd always say he was fine, even if everything around him was falling apart."
-He hated the spotlight being on him.
HOLD IT!
"To what extent?"
"I remember when that article came out. He was livid. There were a few more pieces like that and needless to say it was...aggravating to him," Alina bit into her index finger. "He was just going through a tough time. They started catching him at his worst moments and that just wasn't who he was...he was so much more than a loon."
-Because of everything happening, he gave up on trying to be friends with Slim.
HOLD IT!
"So he stopped being friends with Slim on the basis of who would hold the number one spot?" Phoenix asked thoughtfully.
"Something like that," she said tugging her earlobe, without saying another word.
Her testimony sounded okay, but it still felt as though she were holding something back. As to what it was I had no idea.
"Mr. Wright, do you see anything wrong with this testimony?" asked the judge.
After he was finished conferring with Maya, he answered. "...Yes, there is something wrong." He must have been bluffing, because he took a long time to respond.
"Where is the problem?"
Phoenix paused again, probably thinking on his feet.
"The problem is...when you said that the rivalry between Mr. Bunke and Mr. Chance is what ruined their relationship," he said slamming his hands on the bench. "I believe there is more to it than that!"
Alina didn't look very good. She was starting to tremble as she bit down into her finger.
"I think the reason why they fell out was because of this...!" Phoenix said presenting a pill bottle to the court.
"...That looks a lot like the bottle of aspirin from that case," said Edgeworth eyeing the bottle with interest.
Phoenix put his hands on his hips. "Oh, but it is. Though, the only thing is...this isn't a bottle of aspirin is it, Alina?"
"...It's not," she said running a hand on the back of her head. "Those are antidepressants."
(You're kidding me. There's no fucking way.)
The gallery started up again surprised at the news. The judge banged the gavel a couple of times.
"Mr. Wright...are you implying that this bottle of antidepressants, was actually the bottle of aspirin from the TL-5 case?" asked Edgeworth, hunched over fist pressed into the bench.
"Yes, I am," Phoenix nodded.
"Why wasn't the court informed of this before?" demanded the judge angrily.
"The defense at the time...claimed that the bottle contained nothing but aspirin," growled Edgeworth.
(Gavin... That bastard.)
"But, Alina, didn't you know?" asked Maya looking at Alina.
"I had no idea," Alina shook her head. "To be honest...I didn't know John was on antidepressants until after he had died. I only found the bottles when I had to clean out his home."
"His home?" asked Phoenix.
"...For a time, John and I separated. And during that time, I got a place of my own," she said tugging her earlobe.
Phoenix stroked his chin. "Your Honor, the defense requests that Alina testify about her separation period."
The judge nodded. "Witness please give your testimony."
Alina rubbed the back of her head seeming agitated. "Fine."
Witness Testimony
My separation
-I couldn't do it anymore.
-John needed help, but refused to do anything about.
-Our marriage was dying.
-So, I left.
-We were away from each for a few months, until I heard from John telling me how he got better.
-I returned and our situation improved.
-And soon after I became pregnant with Derek.
I didn't know what he was looking for in this line of questioning, but whatever it was...I hoped he'd find it. But it was Phoenix Wright so I'm sure he knew what he was doing-to a degree, especially since Alina looked a lot more nervous than she had before.
Cross Examination
My separation
-I couldn't do it anymore.
HOLD IT!
"Being with your husband?" asked Phoenix.
"Yes," she frowned. "I loved John, but he was hard to live with. Could you imagine living with someone who was always miserable, yet did nothing about it? I watched him suffer every day without being able to do anything for him."
-John needed help, but refused to do anything about.
HOLD IT!
"Why did he refuse treatment?"
"He was a stubborn mule. He didn't want to rely upon on anyone or anything's help. He always wanted to do it himself, even though he could have benefited from assistance. For him he wanted to believe that everything was okay even when it wasn't," she sighed playing with her ear.
-Our marriage was dying.
-So, I left.
HOLD IT!
"So you were by yourself?"
"Yup," she said nonchalantly. "Got a place of my own."
"Did you speak to Mr. Bunke during the time?" he asked stroking his chin.
"Nope. I had no desire to speak to John," Alina said tugging an ear. "The only person I really talked to about anything to anymore was Slim."
"Why didn't you get a divorce?" he asked curiously.
"It was complicated," she sighed. "I would have done it in a heartbeat. But John wouldn't let go so easily. Plus, it would be all over the papers. And John was very self conscious about his public image- he wanted to look like his life was together. Anything that showed otherwise would destroy him. So, that's why I just left instead."
-We were away from each for a few months, until I heard from John telling me how he got better.
-I returned and our situation improved.
HOLD IT!
"So, you went back?" Phoenix asked stroking his chin.
"I wanted to see if it was true if he had changed. So we met up, and I could see he wasn't lying to me. So, eventually I decided to go back," she tugged her earlobe. "...It was probably better because of the medication he was on, but not like I knew at the time."
-And soon after I became pregnant with Derek.
HOLD IT!
"And after Derek was born, would you say everything became even better than it was before?"
"John was the happiest I had seen him in a while," she bit her finger. "So, for a time, yes."
This piqued Phoenix's interest. "...For a time?"
"You heard me," she said looking off into space for a moment. She then folded her arms. "If this is it, I'm ready to have my verdict declared. I'm done testifying."
"Alina-"
"Mr. Wright, this is as far as this goes. Say what you have to say or else I'm leaving," she said bluntly.
She was trying to look tough, but she seemed afraid of something. I think we were on the brink of putting everything together, but that last push was needed to get her going.
"Well, Mr. Wright, I do believe it is time we bring this to a close," remarked the judge. "If you can't find an issue with this testimony, I'm ready to pass my verdict."
Phoenix stood at the bench, both hands pressed into it. This was the final move. It was all about to come to an end one way or another. Either we'd get the right answer or lose it.
"I do have an issue with the testimony, Your Honor," Phoenix said nodding.
"Where do you find fault, Mr. Wright?" asked the judge.
Alina had her arms folded, though not in anger, but in fear.
"This whole time...something has been missing. Something that we couldn't quite piece together. A case that created not only an assault and a murder had to have had a start," began Phoenix. "Alina...you said that it was never about you, but Derek. You said that you had wanted to protect him and that you messed up. And I think...I finally understand."
The tall woman on the stand, didn't look as tall anymore, as she started to shrink bending over holding herself protectively as she started sweating. "Please...don't..."
"...I'm sorry, Alina, but I have to," said Phoenix shaking his head. "Things were okay with you and Mr. Bunke for a time and then fell apart again because of this."
With that Phoenix presented Derek's profile to the court.
"Derek Bunke?" The judge blinked.
"Alina and Mr. Bunke split, but then got back together having a child," Phoenix said thoughtfully.
"But wouldn't that have just helped their situation?" The judge was confused. "I would think that after a separation, to come back and have a child would be a sign of things looking up."
Phoenix shook his head. "It did, but it was only temporary."
"I'm not sure I follow, Mr. Wright," said the judge. "Why was the change only temporary?"
I looked at Alina. She looked like a nervous wreck, biting her finger, shaking.
"Please, don't do this...please!" begged Alina.
Phoenix shook his head looking on determinedly. "I think you'll understand more with this!"
TAKE THAT!
In front of the whole court, appeared a photograph. This time it was the older one of the Alina, Slim, and John all together.
"Can you tell us what we should be looking at in this picture?" asked Edgeworth.
"All of it," Phoenix said in all seriousness. "Look at everyone in the photo closely."
"Look at everyone closely..." repeated the judge. "I'm looking closely, but I'm afraid I still don't understand, Mr. Wright."
"No?" questioned Phoenix with a hand stroking his chin. "Well, I'm sure you'll understand it all after I show you this!"
TAKE THAT!
This time Phoenix presented the Bunke family photo.
"Don't..." said a weakly voice.
I looked at Alina, who had bit her finger so hard that she had drawn blood from it. She said nothing more, but I knew she was terrified out of her wits. Whatever this was, at the basis of her being. She looked as though she could collapse at any moment.
Phoenix paid her no mind, continuing on right through the storm. "Now, look at this picture. There's a clear contradiction."
"Well, where is it?" demanded Edgeworth growing antsy.
"Mr. Edgeworth, you can't see it?" asked Phoenix. "The contradiction is obvious because it lies right... there!"
Phoenix had pointed to the small child in the center between Alina and John.
"You're saying the boy is the contradiction?" blinked the judge. "Now, I know he's committed foul deeds, Mr. Wright, but that is going too far-"
Phoenix shook his head, sweating a bit, most likely at the judge's comment. "Recall the last photo I presented to the court. What did you see?"
The previous photo returned to the screen.
"Well, we saw the defendant, her husband and the victim of this case," said the judge trying to wrap his head around it.
Phoenix nodded.
"But more specifically, their features. Mr. Bunke was an average height for a man, a little stocky. Alina was tall for a woman in addition to having curly hair. But the most important thing to note is how they were both blond and blue eyed," Phoenix said. "Mr. Chance was tall, lanky, with dark hair and eyes."
After Phoenix was done explaining that, the family photo appeared on screen again.
"Now, I'd like to direct your attention again, to Derek in the center," Phoenix said pointing a finger. "Doesn't it strike as you odd, that both Derek's parents are blond and blue eyed, while he is brown haired and brown eyed?"
"Why, you're right!" nodded the judge. "That is strange! But why is that?"
I gasped. I think I was understanding where this was going. I saw Edgeworth's eyes widen. He had probably come to the same conclusion, but said nothing aloud.
Alina was holding her breath, as she held herself defensively, as though to protect herself from an oncoming attack.
"Why?" Phoenix slammed the bench with both hands. "It is simple. The truth of the matter is that... Derek Bunke...is not John Bunke's biological son! Derek's real father was Slim Chance!"
On screen both pictures appeared side by side, and the resemblance was clear. While Derek maintained a few of his mother's features, like sharing a round face and small jaw- the nose, the eyes, the hair, and even the lips were shared with Slim.
The gallery riled up, like a wave crashing down hard upon an ocean shore. Edgeworth remained still, with a hand pressed on the bench. The judge's eyes were wide open in complete shock. Maya's mouth was agape, as she looked as though she could fall over from the surprise. Phoenix was silent, but remained standing both hands on the bench looking solemn.
"NOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooo!" screamed Alina on the stand tugging both earlobes so hard until the stretched out.
"Alina tried to stop Derek from shooting Mr. Chance that night, not only to prevent him from going to jail, but also because he was his biological father. This is why she was willing to go to jail- to hide this secret from Derek," Phoenix continued on, slamming the bench again.
Alina had both hands on her face, tears streaming down her face. "I tried to stop him...I really did. I told him he didn't understand what he was doing...but he was stubborn, funnily enough, just like John."
"So, all this time, this hatred Mr. Bunke had for Mr. Chance...wasn't just for racing, but because he found out that the boy he believed to be his son wasn't his..." remarked Edgeworth stunned.
"...When I was away from John, I thought that was it. I didn't think we'd be together ever again. And Slim...he was always kind and understanding toward me. I didn't expect anything to become of it...When John found out it he was heartbroken. And that's when he truly began to hate Slim...he felt as though Slim was out to get him. And things just weren't the same after that..." Alina said looking distraught.
"I wonder..." began Edgeworth slowly as though he were still creating the thought. "If he indeed hated Mr. Chance as much as you said... that what happened 2 years ago wasn't a murder, but rather...a suicide."
Phoenix's eyes widened. " A suicide...if this were a suicide, then everything would make more sense. The fact that Mr. Bunke had been depressed with a strong hatred toward Mr. Chance...in addition to how someone else bought those car parts in Mr. Chance's name...it would add up."
"The results would be the same, but with this information, Mr. Chance could have been acquitted without the speculation of his innocence," said Edgeworth arms folded.
Phoenix said nothing. He just looked like a mixture of frustration and anger, with both hands pressed firmly on the bench.
There was a dark cloud that loomed over the courtroom. Everything was so heavy, as though gravity was bringing you further and further down into the Earth's core. The gallery was hushed. The defense and prosecution said nothing, just standing with grave faces. The judge looked solemn. And Alina was sobbing silently.
And out of the silence, through the cloudiness of the courtroom, rang the thunder. A loud anguished scream.
The boy screamed, the most broken and wretched scream I had ever heard. "It's all...my fault...it's always my fault...! WHY COULDN'T I HAVE JUST DIED?!"
"Derek...I'm sorry," Alina said wiping away her tears. "I am so sorry."
The screaming wouldn't cease from the boy and the bailiffs had to take him out of the courtroom. You could hear him up until the point where the doors shut behind him.
I couldn't believe this. It was all so...wrong. It was all so fucked. Wasn't the end of trials supposed to be, happy? We found the truth in the end, but this...this was miserable. I was scarred by that kid, and yet, I couldn't help but feel awful for him. And poor Alina. This was just, terrible.
No one spoke. I wondered if any of us even breathed.
After some time had passed,the judge boldly cleared his throat. "...It has certainly been a long and hard journey to reach this conclusion. While the results are less than satisfactory, I can say I am glad to have resolved the loose ends of these cases. Perhaps this can teach us the importance of being thorough during investigations and looking at all things from every perspective. And while we cannot change the past, we do have every opportunity to make a better future. And with this said, this court finds the defendant, Alina Bunke..."
NOT GUILTY
"Court is adjourned," he said bringing the gavel down.
Despite the gavel signifying the end of the battle, I still couldn't help but feel the gloominess of the storm lingering. I wondered if the skies would clear anytime soon to reveal the sun. But for now, we would just have to make due with what we had. The judge had returned to his chambers, Ms. Bunke was removed from the stand and the prosecution and defense made their way exits. Gallery was clearing out slowly, with some talk, but not of the usual excited variety, but rather with this shock and disbelief. And I was right there with them. If Gavin hadn't doubted his client, if he had just placed his faith in him, instead of simply going for a win...none of this would have happened. With these thoughts in mind, I did my best to push my way through crowds out of the dreadful courtroom. It just didn't feel good to be there anymore.
May 26th, 4:17 PM
District Courtroom No. 3, Defendant Lobby
I took my time going over to the defense's lobby. In the gallery I had started to feel a bit weaker, but I couldn't rip myself away from the trial. Obviously, I was going back to the hospital, but not after speaking with everyone. I had come this far and there was no way I could walk out before then. The other Lyn...wouldn't have it.
I saw in the lobby was Ms. Bunke wiping away tears from her eyes as she was thanking Mr. Wright and Maya for everything. I saw Detective Gumshoe lingering in the lobby as well. I decided to speak to him first.
"Good work today, Detective Gumshoe," I said mustering a weak smile.
"Ms. Doom!" he huffed surprised to see me, before he turned slightly embarrassed. "Well, I really didn't do much..."
"Stop that," I said folding my arms. "You helped solved this case- and the other ones too. It's safe to say it's all done now."
"...Mm. Yeah, I guess so," Gumshoe said looking away from me and at Alina who was still talking to the defense. "It's just...too bad. About that lady and that kid."
"Yeah," I said quietly.
I understood what he meant. This whole case was a wreck, when it didn't need to be. It was just such a downer ending to have gotten to. And I don't think anyone of us were prepared or even accustomed to it.
"And you too, sir."
"Hm?" I cocked my head in confusion.
"With you being attacked in all...if we had figured this out sooner then..." he frowned.
"Don't worry about me," I said. "What's happened, happened. I'll get over it."
Gumshoe nodded and said nothing more. I gave him a light hug, thanking him and telling him to take it easy. I realized he along with Mr. Edgeworth had been working nonstop ever since I was attacked. And I knew how badly he felt about all of this. So, I hoped he would listen about putting this behind him.
Without warning, Alina had run up to me. I guessed she had noticed me after she was finished talking to Phoenix and Maya.
"Oh, Ms. Doom...! I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" she looked so broken. "I'm so sorry for what Derek did to you! This is all my fault! If I had known I would have-"
"Hey...it's over. We can't change what happened," I rubbed the back of my head uncomfortably.
"I just don't know what to say..." Alina said covering her face.
To be honest, I didn't know what to say either. This woman had basically lost her husband and son, as well as a friend. I looked at her, trembling all over, trying not to wail her heart out. How long had she been trying to keep it all together, I wondered. Without knowing much else to do, I gave her a hug. And boy, did she squeeze the life out of me for a while until she decided to let go.
"I'm so sorry," she sniffed. "What am I going to do from here? Despite everything-every stupid and horrible thing he's done...he's still my son and I still love him."
"Perhaps, it would be in your best interest to tell him," said a voice coming from behind me.
"Mr. Edgeworth...?" sniffed Alina.
"It doesn't seem like he thinks anyone cared about him like Mr. Bunke did. I'd say you should start by telling him the truth," Edgeworth said.
She straightened up a little. "Y-yeah, I guess so..."
"You'll have plenty of time to work things I out," I said.
Alina nodded feebly.
"...I need to go back to the detention center, so maybe I can see Derek while I'm there too...maybe one day he'll understand," she sniffed and wiped her face, showing her tear stains and red eyes. "Thank you all...for everything. I really mean it. I'm not sure how I'll repay you, but one day I will."
With that we all gave our goodbyes and she exited the lobby with a couple of bailiffs as well Detective Gumshoe to be escorted back to the detention center, most likely for processing before she was officially released. Now it was just the rest of us in the lobby left to dwell on the days events.
"It's too bad," said Maya frowning. "I mean how could that have happened?"
"Mia always told me the importance of believing in your clients until the bitter end," began Phoenix seriously. "This attorney didn't and that much was evident."
"And because of that, he's going to be looked at with far more scrutiny," remarked Edgeworth gravely. "This case may be closed, but his muddling of evidence isn't going to be taken lightly."
"Well, at least there was a small consolation in this," I said in a meh mood.
"And for a kid to do that..." Maya shook her head. "It sucks. I mean could you imagine going to jail that young?"
"It's a better alternative than the death penalty," said Edgeworth tapping a finger on his now folded arms.
I swallowed hard. I had nearly forgotten that some of the convicted criminals in Ace Attorney probably got the axe. But I had a feeling that in this case, they might give the kid life in prison with no parole for the most severe punishment. I couldn't imagine them going for death. And I didn't want to either, regardless of what happened. It just seemed wrong.
As we talked, I started to feel more tired. I noticed Edgeworth watching me from the corner of my eye, so I figured it was getting to be that time. And by time I meant, leaving and being placed back into the boredom that was a hospital room.
"Mr. Wright," I said walking over to him. "Thank you, so much for everything. You don't know how much this case meant to me."
"Aw...well, it was nothing, really," he said smiling slightly embarrassed.
I gave him a hug. He seemed to be taken aback by it, but awkwardly patted me on the back before I let go. I laughed.
"Uh, sorry. You just didn't look like the hugging type..."
"What about me, Lyn?!" huffed Maya.
"Of course, you helped too," I said embracing her. It was a lot more natural than when I hugged the first time I remembered. "Thanks."
We let go. Edgeworth had taken a step closer to me growing impatient. He was being nice by letting me speak, before taking me back and probably ripping me into shreds. I didn't want to make him any more pissed so I decided to bounce.
"Well, I'll see you guys around...if you visit me," I said forcing a smile. "My chariot awaits, it seems."
"Bye, Lyn! Take it easy!"
"Try not to sneak out of hospitals anymore."
I waved to the both of them as I started to walk away with Edgeworth. He didn't say anything, but I could tell he was pretty peeved. I wondered how long it would take before he'd snap at me because I was hoping to prolong what false calm we had going on currently. We walked out of the defendant's lobby, and down the hall. It wasn't much of a walk on a regular day, but because of my injuries, it sort of hurt to keep walking. That and it tired me out. But, lord knows I wouldn't say it; I wouldn't give Edgeworth the satisfaction.
I was keeping up with him alright, though this was because he slowed down his pace for me. So, it had been fine until we hit the stairs leading out of the courthouse. On normal trial days there was a few members of press around to take pictures and ask questions, but today was completely different. It was crazy. Reporters, journalists, and photographers were everywhere as soon as we turned the corner to walk down the stairs.
"Mr. Edgeworth! What do you have to say about your involvement in the trial?"
"Will you prosecute Derek Bunke?"
"Will he get the death penalty?"
"Ms. Doom, did you really leave to hospital to come to trial?"
"What did you think of the outcome?"
"What were the extent of your injuries?"
Goddamn vultures. I couldn't think straight nor see straight with all the yelling and flashing of camera lights everywhere. And because of that and my tiredness I couldn't see the stairs very well and stumbled over my own feet.
I gasped. I was going to hit the ground and break my face on pavement in addition to the already fucked up injuries I had sustained. And if there was anything I valued most about my being, it was my face. Sure, I was puny in comparison to most girls my age, far from a full figured model, but I'd say I had a cute face. And if I lost that, I'd have nothing going on in the looks category.
I prepared for the impact. Not like the stairs to the courthouse had a railing that I could hold on to and I had been shaky in general struggling to balance myself, so I accepted my fate. I closed my eyes, waiting for the rush of pain to hit me. But it never came. I had been falling forward, but something I had latched on to my arm in a tight grip, keeping me afloat. I opened my eyes and turned to my right. It was Edgeworth.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said trying to stand up straight. "Just dizzy."
When he saw that I had balanced myself on the step, he let go of the grasp on my arm. I was prepared to keep walking, but he stopped me.
"Hold on to me, so you don't fall again."
I was about to protest, but I saw that sternness in his face. Yet, it hadn't been complete harshness either. I thought I saw the worry in his eyes too. It was funny that the only times I could really read him, was during the most inopportune moments. He raised his arm up at an angle and obligingly I slowly latched onto him, one hand holding on tightly to his arm, while the other rested upon the crook of his arm and forearm. I felt incredibly ridiculous to be doing this. Especially having been walking down steps like that. It felt like I was going to prom or some shit. Oh, God, prom. I cringed remembering the awkwardness and I cringed even more in relating that moment to this moment of adult awkwardness.
(Oh, great this is going to be in the papers. And if Maya sees it, she will never let me live it down.)
I internally groaned feeling dumber than usual. Edgeworth looked down at me.
"Are you ready?"
I nodded.
"Just take your time, and don't rush it."
I did as he said. I took it a step at time while I held on. It might have taken longer, but at least I didn't feel like I was going to fall anymore. Eventually, we made to the bottom of the stairs, and continued walking past all of those lousy reporters. I couldn't say how glad I was to be away from all of them, oddly in the comforts of a darkened parking lot. I was going to keep walking with Edgeworth, but he told me to stay where I was and that he'd drive over to me, since only God knew potentially pointy or harmful objects were on the ground here. I waited for a couple of minutes and the red sports car appeared before me. I hesitantly opened the car door, fearing my fate once I sat in that passenger seat. But I had no choice, besides getting it over with so I slowly sat down and shut the door as I stepped in.
It was strange being here. I had always seen Edgeworth's car, but I never had the privilege of being inside it. It was unsurprisingly very clean and generally pretty nice. Nothing was really inside unless he stuff in the trunk. The upholstery was gray and the seats were comfortable. Funnily enough, it made me think of those gray eyes of his. It was of a similar color and after a while, you could eventually grow comfortable with em.
I nervously took a glance to my left. He was looking forward, hands on the wheel starting to pull out of the lot. He said nothing as we were leaving, he just kept his eyes on the road. And somehow this was more nerve wracking, than being put on blast.
Five minutes passed. Then ten. And then it was fifteen. Every minute that passed was killing me, feeling like it was the longest car ride of my life. Why wouldn't he say anything? I knew he was pissed. I could feel it. And normally he'd start with me about whatever it was I had done to bother him. The anticipation was killing me. Killing me so bad I decided to get the ball rolling myself, by breaking the ice.
"You know, I think I really get what you meant by always going after the truth. And not simply a win for a record after this," I said shifting uncomfortably in my seat.
"I'm glad."
I was hoping for more, but that was it. His lips were sealed. He remained silent for another two minutes before I fully gave in.
"So, uh, hey," I started, actually mustering up what little courage I had to face him. "I know you're mad at me. Again. And well, this time...I really get it. I did something I told you I wouldn't do and yeah, it was stupid and yeah, I know I'm injured badly and should be resting, but I had to go. I tried hard to stay, I really did. But if you've ever had a strong urge, a feeling, that you needed to do something...you'd know why I left. Something was demanding I go to court today to finish what had started a while ago, I guess. And I know after everything, you were worried, so...I'm really sorry."
I saw him furrow his brows slightly as though thinking on what I said. He sighed.
"I do understand your motivations and it did help solve both cases in the end, but it doesn't change the fact that it was incredibly stupid and risky to do something that-especially when you nearly died, when your body is still recovering from that trauma, and when you could potentially get an infection and more sick from being out like this. And that said, if you ever do something like this again-"
"It definitely won't," I said quickly. "No more hospital escapes for me, I swear!"
"I certainly hope not because it won't be pretty," Edgeworth said stopping at a red light, fingers tapping rhythmically on the wheel.
I felt a little better-the tension had died down slightly as words passed between us. Yet, I knew better. I knew there was some things lingering. Waiting to crop up...
"That it?" I asked bluntly.
It was the first time he looked away from the road, turning to look at me with a blank expression. "What?"
"I just mean, when I do something you perceive as uh, ridiculous, stupid, brash- you are normally a lot more...vicious? Harsh? Mom like?"
I thought I saw the corners of his mouth twitch. "...You're an idiot."
"Hm, yeah, that's more like it," I smiled a little as I felt the atmosphere changing. "You must be tired, because you'd be slaying me the entire time."
"Hmph. Don't press your luck."
I chuckled to myself.
"Is pressing my buttons really that amusing to you?" he asked annoyed.
"...Maybe." I said playing with my glasses. "I can't really help it, especially when you're pissed."
I heard him mutter something about me being a child under his breath. I laughed again despite knowing Edgeworth was going to rip me into shreds later. I realized that he was probably trying to hold back today due to how personal this case was for me. But I was no fool. The storm was brewing, so I figured it best to say the important things before then.
"Hey, Mr. Edgeworth?"
"What?"
"Thanks so much, for everything. You did a lot for me and I really appreciate it. I think I can say, I'm finally okay knowing that this is finally over," I said in a moment of seriousness.
"You have Wright and Ms. Fey to thank too," he replied slowly.
Normally, I would be annoyed at him for that. How he'd brush aside well wishes or compliments at times. But I saw that it did affect him, though he wouldn't speak about it. Perhaps, he just didn't know how to really accept them.
"I already thanked them," I said smiling, shaking my head. "I'm specifically thanking you for your hard work on my behalf. You always help me, and I don't say thank you enough for that."
He said nothing for a while as he continued driving. I decided to look out of the window, into the vibrant streets of Los Angeles.
"...Your welcome."
I smiled quietly to myself.
Evidence:
Prosecutor's badge: With this, I can prove I'm a prosecutor. Dunno why we don't wear them on our lapels like defense attorneys though.
Magatama: Magical sacred charm that should allow me to communicate with Mia.
Crime scene photos: Victim found shot dead in park fountain. Most likely the cause of death.
Autopsy Report: Estimated time of between 2AM to 3AM from bullet wound to the heart. Died within ten minutes of the shot.
Gun: The murder weapon. Two shots fired. One bullet is lodged in the victim's heart. Found in Derek's possession.
Fingerprints: Prints on gun match Alina Bunke's.
Bullets: Found a few feet away from the fountain. Fired from a different gun.
Earring: Found in the grass in front of the fountain, belongs to Alina Bunke.
Torn fabric: Victim was clutching this in his hand.
Letter: Note telling the victim when and where to arrive for a meeting.
Family photo: photo of the Bunkes. John and Alina with their son, Derek.
Other gun: Found in Derek's possession. No prints.
Handwriting analysis: Comparison of the letter and essay from Derek Bunke. Match.
Glasses: Circular framed. Found in Lyn's office, the night of the attack.
TL-5 Files: Case files stolen from Lyn's office. Found at the Bunke's residence.
Slim's Report: Purchases were made in his name, with his credit cards reported for fraud.
Antidepressants: Medication John Bunke had been prescribed to help his depression.
Old Photograph: Depicts John Bunke and Slim Chance's friendship.
Profiles:
Maya Fey: Age 19. Probably my best friend at this point.
Miles Edgeworth: Age 26. My mentor. When he's not giving me a hard time, he's kind of nice.
Detective Gumshoe: Age 33. The guy who's saved my hide more times than I can count.
Larry Butz: Age 25. My favorite wannabe casanova.
Judge: Age ?. Old timer judge. No one know his real name.
Mia Fey: Deceased. My spirit guide who pops by occasionally to give advice.
Phoenix Wright: Age 26. The man I'm supposed to be saving. Pretty awesome dude.
Slim Chance: Deceased. A race car driver who once held some renown.
Alina Bunke: Age 37. Suspect. Confessed to the murder.
Cartman: Age ? A witness. Strange man who moves from park to park carrying a bunch of cans.
Derek Bunke: Age 16. Defendant's son.