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Looking outside the window Larry could see the street was full of cars and trams. On the last day before Christmas, he looked over and saw the sea shouting, but overshadowed by the traffic. even more of a reason to stay at home where it's cozy. On the white sofa, Alita browsed at some man with a microphone on the television. He stood out clearly in the moonlight themed stage. Larry erased it out of his mind, looking forward to summer where he and Alita could wander down to the beach and sprawl out on the sand.
A lost northern star walking alone seeking joy was how Larry described himself right now. He helped escape a prison doll who became his little princess. He didn't want to die alive or become a man dating a ghost. 'Someone sing for me an oasis without poison...' Larry prayed for. Alita was damned and divine. At first Larry thought it would be a minor heaven destined for a quick sunset. Then he got his wishes to be with Alita and fly to a distant land.
In the still of the night, Larry went through his archive of lost dreams. Falling awake to the crimson deep rivers of lust. desires. Was she really the angel that Larry had been waiting for? Or was all her words little lies written in the dark stars?
Since moving to Blackpool, Larry believed that his ex-girlfriend, Cindy Stone's ghost had been watching him. He knew her parents moved to England after Cindy's death and there was a chance that he would see Cindy's parents again and they would wish for him to be behind bars.
Whenever Larry woke up, he was lost and always afraid. The first week was brilliant, he and Alita had spent so much time together and they went partying without a care in the world, He enjoyed his new life in Blackpool, but not sudden fear that pumped in his system. He had no idea how wrong he could be. He thought running away with the one he loved would make all his issues melt away. So far there were no real problems, but he felt the day he would have to let all of this go. If the police find him: he will lose Alita.
He wished he could have also attened his best friend's wedding and be the best man, but it wasn't to had pictured that Phoenix would have worn his old blue suit for the wedding. The one he used when he was a lawyer. Iris would be wearing a frilly white dress suitable for a wedding. Many would attend the wedding and all the problems they had would be pushed aside. It took him back to the time where he and Phoenix went to a palm reader twenty years ago. She suggested that Phoenix would be married and that Larry would become a fisher.
It was a shame that the letter he had sent to Phoenix would be the only contact he will ever have of him. Larry would not be offended or shocked if Phoenix wished never to see him again. He would understand, this might have been throwing everything he did back in his face.
He couldn't believe he had never been thoughtful until he ran. He went on his first decision without thinking about the consequences. He always went with his gut instint, but it wasn't correct this time. If he had thought about it a bit more, he would have moved more closer to California: a safer place.
The regrets left him trembling in irritation. To add to it, Larry dreamed that someone was dancing on his grave. The dancer sent shivers down his spine, then took him to the promised land where she revealed laughed as she shook her soul. She roared, flaunting mechanical jaws. He woke up before she could take a bite.
No turning back, Alita was now the other half of Larry. He couldn't surrender at least not tonight.
"Larry," Alita mumbled. "We have to do something special for Christmas. Make me a cup of tea."
"I will sweetie!"
Alita fluttered her eyes and Larry stopped to stare at her heavy dose of mascara. Only Alita could ever pull it off, he thought to himself. He walked in the kitchen to make tea for his queen.
"Could you make it quick as well?" Alita requested, "I don't want to be mean."
"Okay," Larry responded. "By the way did you know that my friend Nick is getting married today?"
Alita shruged. "Whatever," she muttered. "Hey! You said they were getting married on Friday?"
"It is Friday, Princess," Larry replied. "Your tea is almost finished. Do you want anything in it?"
"No thank you," said Alita. "Just on it's own. I'm cold but only a little bit."
Larry returned to the room and just as promised, he gave Alita her cup of tea.
He couldn't dare for another stare. He near Alita's legs and leaned his head against the wall. He left no space for Alita to crawl. As much as he adored this place, he wanted to see his best friend's face. He wanted to be elsewhere, to his best friend marry the sweet Iris. He will miss the chance to see a good pal in utter bliss.
24th December 2027
Lana,
How time flies. You notice this even more when your dead. Never would I have imagined being part of a team with you, Alita, and Kristoph. Let alone being part of a team. By the time this letter arrives, you will be at that wedding. Most likely being a two-faced bitch stalking your brother-in-law-to-be. Nice to know you are such a marvelous parent. Anyway, I should be immensely thankful that you have helped Kristoph bring me back from the dead, but don't expect me to reward you generously. Why should I? You're friends with that dull Feenie and my sister Judas. Remember I am not here to be your friend, I don't care about your sister or that boyfriend of hers. The two happy couples got married on the same day, how romantic... and revolting.
Your plans to send Klavier to his grave, but your will to help his older brother escape prison. You claim men are waste of time, but you insist that Mike Blitz , a man that makes your skin crawl is to marry Ema. Bad-mouthing Alita and then helping her escape prison the next. Are you trying a little too hard to impress me? Or are you really that much of an awful person? And what do you think of me? What use are we to each other? Mia was your friend and you know she destroyed me.
I will never forget the day of my death were you laughed as I was hung. Trying getting hung yourself and decide then if it's a laughing matter. How can you associate yourselves with them vile mortals? All you do is contradict yourself and I have no idea where your loyalties lie... but I don't care. Still, you have been useful to me - I can't forget that!
That whore Thalassa is finally dead... I hate her. I loved every minute of killing her. You know she was a whore right? She slept with Damon Gant, Diego Armando (she must have been desperate), Zak Gramayre (who is a jerk) and Kristoph's father. By the way, did you know that Thalassa is also Klavier's mother? She abandoned him too, she left Kristoph holding baby Klavier as she ran off to marry that jerk Zak. I'm guessing it's just a portion of the men she had been eating. Poor Feenie having to take care of that woman left behind. And all this nonsense about her being an amazing singer... meh: it's hype. I listen to better sopranos than her. Thanks for helping me stab the bitch to death. Alita did a mediocre job of distracting Pearl and her boyfriend.
You were right, Alita has hideous taste in men. I think I had to swallow my vomit when I heard she was getting married to Larry Butz. And that Wocky... I'm not going there, his face is enough to make me feel sick but he's perfect for that little sister of mine.
This Apollo dude... is a threat. Well, he was a threat. Killing his mother, and framing his dad should have done the trick but let's give Phoenix, Iris, Maya, Mia and everybody the final blow. Make them pay for the pain they gave me. I've got one final task for you. Since your son is dating Trucy at the moment and the fact she is unfaithful to him. Just like her mother, she slept with other people. Maybe Trucy is worse than Thalassa, because Trucy slept with her brother. It's not our problem, it shows how brilliant Feenie and Thalassa are at parenting. What parenting?
You are the perfect one for the task.
After you've sorted all your personal bullshit against Klavier, I would like you to kidnap Trucy. This is not a request, this is a demand. Once you have kidnapped Trucy, I want you to bring her to me fully alive. I know you want to kill her yourself, but you can't have all the fun. Besides, you'll be having full pleasure watching Klavier's reputation burn in front of you. And I thought I was a bitch. You remind me of my mother, you do things and claim that they are to benefit the ones you love. I know it's not true! Don't sugarcoat it! You're doing it for own selfish pleasure.
When you have completed your task, you can do whatever the heck you want. I won't care anymore. Don't forget, I want your house clean and free for tomorrow. You are to cook Kristoph and I a feast. I'm not really a Christmas woman, but I deserve a feast.
Here we will discuss the plan in more detail.
Yours Sincerly,
Dahlia Hawthorne.
There was not an empty seat in the church on the day before Christmas. Just how Larry had imagined it to be: Iris wore velvet frills that clung to her body-frame. Phoenix and Iris stared at each other with a pleasant grin on their faces. In their heart, now rests a paradise just for them. Phoenix was not bothered that Larry was absent, he put all the troubles of yesterday behind him and thought of the joys of the future with Iris.
What made the moment even more unique for them is that they didn't say I do. Instead they said: No objections.
A Special memory that will be recorded in their hearts forever. Humbly the two speak their vows and wait for them words to come.
"I now pronounce you man and wife," Reverend Salsa grinned at Phoenix and told him the news that he had been longing to hear for years. The reverend closed the bible in front of him. He faced Phoenix and gave him the sweet words: "You may now kiss the bride."
"Well done Nick," Maya screamed in joy.
Without a second thought, Phoenix cupped Iris' dace and kissed her lips. Fireworks exploded from outside and the crowd cheered with clapping hands and big mouths. When the pair finished kissing, Phoenix bowed to the crowd. He spread his arms out and lowered them down on the floor. Everyone remained silent as if he was their favorite teacher in their favorite class. "I would like to thank you all for coming," announced Phoenix. "This has been a very important day for me, Iris, and I know it's been an important day for Trucy as well. This year has had some fabulous time. I'm officially a lawyer again and there has been not-so-fabulous times."
Apollo found it awkward that Phoenix looked at him when he said that.
"However, I am glad that I can end this eventful year on a high note. We'll be having our photos taken, and then we'll be going to Blackpool for our Vacation. Anything you want to say Iris?"
Phoenix wrapped his arms around her as she spoke. She closed her eyes and felt comfortable. She played with her curly ponytail and giggled. Her accent was soft, high-pitched and could be compared to chocolate. "I would like to say thank you for attending the most happiest day of my life. It would be nice to have a photo with all of us on."
"Right, if everybody could go outside and stand behind out outside on the field we'll make some awesome photos together!"
Lana watched her friend tip-toe
Down the aisle,
While petals curl alive
And squirrels peek inside.
Rejoice butterfly~
Wear your flames in the winter sky~
Glitter written on a wedding dress
Blending with her flesh.
Iris is marrying a phoenix by heart and soul.
Rejoice butterfly~
Wear your flames in the winter sky~
Lana will take away her light.
She's the witch hunting in her sister's name.
Her vengeance takes flight!
Lana wishes
They are prepared for evening pride,
For the red bridesmaid will be another bride.
Rejoice butterfly~
Wear your flames in the winter sky~
They will not know,
What Ema has to know...
Until the clock strikes eleven.
They return to God's den,
And hear more another vow,
For another now.
Rejoice butterfly~
Wear your flames in the winter sky~
Phoenix and Iris sit on a chair.
Bridesmaids stand on the left,
and best-men to the right.
The photos captured the white air.
Rejoice butterfly~
Wear your flames in the winter sky~
The wedding party had already started and continued even when Iris and Phoenix left straight after the photo sessions. Lana slurped all the wine she could have and performed some wild dance routines. Her legs moved like the jaw of a laughing crocodile and a lot of people were speechless. Miles Edgeworth dropped his face in horror and clenched his eyes shut, feeling very embarrassed for Lana.
Judge Salsa approached her, following her tipsy dance movements with the addition of rigid hip action. He tapped her shoulder and she hugged him instantly. Judge Salsa jumped back and gasped as the huge amount o make up on her face: she looked like a hot mess. "LANA WHAT THE HELL IS ON YOUR FACE?" Judge Salsa asked.
"Glitter," Lana replied. "You mad?"
"You look drunk!"
"No guarantees on that," Lana said. She claimed another glass and smiled. "But I do promise tonight will be fantastic."
"If you want to make things even more fantastic come to my bedroom," Judge Salsa requested. He held onto Lana's hips and smooched her lips. "Merry Christmas baby!"
Lana kissed him back on the cheek. She giggled and said, "and to you too... Albert."
"It's ten to eleven," Salsa reminded her.
Everybody thought Lana was drunk by the way she skipped down the stage. "This Christmas I have planned something special for Ema," Lana announced. "She doesn't know this yet, but tonight, SHE'S GETTING MARRIED TO MIKE!"
"EVERYBODY BACK TO THE CHURCH HOUSE," Judge Salsa roared. "It's gonna be one hell of a party!"
There was not a still person in the house except for Ema and Mike. Ema gasped and stood still on the chair. She fiddled with her hair and began to think through Lana's actions over the past month. The surprise wedding hit her as if a knife had stabbed her in the bottom. She loved the idea of being married to Mike, but it was way too soon and she wished Lana had at least given her some hints before dragging her into this mess.
The suddenly she hit her. It was what Lana was planning all along. Lana didn't want to see her in agony and with relationship problems anymore so she hired a guy who fancied her for a long time. Her whole relationship with Mike had been planned by Lana and together they wanted to make her the happiest woman on earth. That was why the two of them spent so much time together, not to have an affair: but to plan a wedding.
Everything all started to make sense.
"Ema I can explain everything..." said Mike.
"I GET IT!" Ema screeched. "I get it! Lana's been planning this the whole time."
"Well yes," Mike responded. "You got that part right, but it's quite hard to explain."
"You can explain at the honeymoon," Ema interrupted Mike. "We better go the ceremony before Lana goes psycho!"
Phoenix Wright was in danger... As soon as Edgeworth heard that Kristoph Gavin and Dahlia Hawthorne had been reported to have kidnapped Phoenix and Iris Wright on thier way to the honeymoon, he zoomed into investigating and started to believe he could handle it on his own. While the rest of the detectives began asking questions about the four of them and tried to link them together, Edgeworth detected Kristoph's secret castle.
Miles Edgeworth was just seconds away from Kristoph's secret he would knock on the door, but he didn't bother this time. He slammed the door open and witnessed Kristoph sitting on the steps drinking tea. Edgeworth zoomed over to him and grabbed him by the collar.
"Whatever you have done to Phoenix I'll..." the words spat out of Edgeworth's mouths without a second thought. Kristoph Gavin truly made Edgeworth livid, especially for everything he did to Phoenix. He ruined his career and pretended to be his friend. "You'll be back in jail before you can say... OBJECTION!"
"Calm down," Kristoph said. His voice was deep and sooth, any softer and it could be almost a whisper. He held onto Edgeworth's hand and dragged him into the castle. "I see you are alone, that's good. Very good indeed."
"I'm not alone," Edgeworth shouted. "I just separated myself from the detectives."
"So you are alone," laughed Kristoph.
"I stand corrected," he muttered. Edgeworth's voice remained filled with anger as his pride went in flames. "Now where is Phoenix? ... RELEASE HIM NOW!"
Kristoph dodged Edgeworth's punch and said: "Now let's not resort to violence Edgeworth." Edgeworth stepped backwards and leaned against the wall. "Now that's a good boy."
"Where is he?"
"He's in the dining room upstairs," replied Kristoph who straightened himself up. "He is fast asleep with his wife, the two of them are like babies. Dahlia is taking the most beautiful care of them both to make sure they don't wake up."
"But Dahlia is dead," Edgeworth said, raising his eyebrow and pointing his finger at him.
"Oh no! She's back from the dead."
"That is not logically possible!"
"Always relying on logic," Kristoph laughed. He patted him on the shoulder and then pushed him down on the stone cold floor. "You can't depend on it forever."
"Logic helps discover the truth," Edgeworth muttered. He gritted his teeth as blood oozed from his teeth. "And logically you are disgusting."
"Why thank you!" Kristoph sighed and laid his shoulders back. He put up his arm in pride and said, "I'm so glad you noticed."
"Enough fooling around," Edgeworth shouted even madder than ever. "CUT TO THE CHASE: LEAD ME TO PHOENIX WRIGHT RIGHT NOW!"
"I'm afraid I can't do anything until you say please,"
"Please just give me Phoenix..."
"That will have to do... for now." Kristoph grinned throughout his speech. He grabbed Edgeworth up from the ground and held his hand. "I will take you Phoenix just as promised."
The whole castle was dark and cold, bit somehow, it all retained elegant patterns on the wall. Black and red floral wallpaper was what stood out. As he followed Kristoph into the dining room, he gulped and prayed that Phoenix was still alive. He didn't really care that much for Iris but she made Phoenix happy, so he had no choice but to rescue her too. The dining room was much more brighter than expected. The yellow walls and gold encrusted made it clear that Kristoph had been preforming robberies.
"I trust you have met Dahlia Hawthorne," Kristoph held his arm out to a slender young lady with fierce red hair. Her dress was a fragile white like the floral curtains that held the light. He would never forget the day Dahlia made him look like a fool on one of his first trials. Edgeworth gave Dahlia a foul look of disdain. His nose and cheeks wrinkled and Dahlia's lips curled into a smile.
"Good evening Edgeworth," Dahlia said in superficial elegance. "Such a pleasant surprise." Edgeworth knew Dahlia was only bein sarcastic, She the only act of kindess Dahlia ever did was out of sarcasm. Her beauty and elagence all hid a demon and a monster.
Miles Edgeworth pulled away from the two of them and run over to Phoenix and Iris. Just as how Kristoph described them, they slept like babies on the table.
"And now I introduce you to a great friend of mine, Namow Lantem."
A black woman appeared from out of the darkness of the corner. She held a tray of three dishes in her hand. Her face was flat and her eyes were wide. Her wild blond curls were maintained in a bandanna. The grin she flashed was huge and frightening.
"YOU?" Edgeworth snapped. He heard a lot about her and how she was a mental woman. She was sentenced to a life in jail for chopping up her husband and attempting to throw his remains down the toilet. Only a strange person would ever consider doing such things.
"Oh it's me," Namow grinned. "I am the chef of today's three course menu."
"Three course menu?" thought Edgeworth. He wasn't hungry for food, he just wanted Phoenix to be safe. "I don't want dinner," Edgeworth refused.
"Oh but you must, unless you want us to kill your precious Phoenix." Kristoph told him.
"What is this three course menu?" Edgeworth asked. He gulped. He didn't want it, but he had to do it in order to save his best friend.
"For starters, Spaghetti with spider and cheese sauce and for mains we'll have flesh pie with some obscure ingredients."
After everything Kristoph said about the menu, Edgeworth was speechless. "I dread to think what's for desert."
"Chocolate, liver and fish milkshake!" Kristoph announced with a smile on his face. "So are you up for the game?"
"YOU PATHETIC SCUM!"
"I'm afraid I'll have to take that as a no," Kristoph sulked. He clicked his fingers at Dahlia and she held an axe. "You're free to change your mind in ten seconds." In ten seconds, his life was going to change forever. His heart was pumping and his pulse was incredible. As Kristoph counted, Dahlia also held a knife across Phoenix's throat with every temptation and intention to kill.
"Ten... Nine... Eight ... Seven ... Six ... Five ... Four ... Three ... Two ... One!"
"I'LL DO IT!" Edgeworth roared.
"Just one condition," Kristoph said. "If you throw up, you automatically lose."
"And if you attack Kristoph, I'll go ahead and kill them anyway," Dahlia giggled. "They will die a brutal death."
Edgeworth reluctantly sat on the table where Namow gave him the first course. The dinner was placed on a small silver plate, but the smell was horrible. The sauce was a horrible light brown that resembled liquid compost blended with custard. There had to be more than spiders and cheese in that sauce, but he couldn't bring himself to think about it. Edgeworth held his nose, grabbed the fork and tried to eat it without a second thought. The taste was revolting and he would go as far as thinking it was the worst meal he had ever tasted and he knew the next two dishes would be even harder. He was just blessed the portion was only small.
When Edgeworth finished he grabbed the goblet and gulped the liquid down his gulped and looked at the cup and he saw the thick red liquid floating around. He gagged and held his throat in. His stomach began to burn and his eyes began to water.
"That was certainly entertaining," Kristoph mentioned. Smiling at Edgeworth's green face. "Now on to the next course," Namow revealed the gigantic pie and threw it in his face. The fillings of mud, blood and flesh drooled all over his cravat, clothes and skin. "It's such a lovely generous portion isn't it."Kristoph whispered. Kristoph chuckled and pushed Edgeworth's face against the table. "NOW EAT IT UP BITCH!"
Edgeworth's mouth caught some of the food down his throat and he resorted to eating the pie up like an animal. The combination of revolting mysterious ingrediants and the delicious tender taste of the flesh didn't help. Dahlia, Namow and Kristoph were laughing their heads off. Although there were only three of them, he felt as if there were a million of them. Once his tongue felt the plate he reached his head up and glared at Kristoph.
"Would you like some more... pie?" Kristoph asked failing to maintain his laughter. Namow's facial expression froze as she applauded the dark scenery.
"Just go straight to desert."
"Very well, the desert if you please Namow."
"Chocolate, liver and fish milkshake," Namow whispered in Edgeworth's ear. "It's very delicious."
"Damn," Edgeworth muttered. He gagged again and felt the sick rise up and tickle his tongue. He held his mouth tight as the vomit sailed back down to his stomach. He looked up and saw the reddish brown liquid full of froth and bubbles dancing around in the glass. He finished the last few drops of the blood from the goblet, threw it away and grabbed the milkshake. he raised the glass up to Phoenix and Iris who slept on the table. Kristoph stood back and sat next to Dahlia.
Edgeworth held the glass to his lips and attempted to gulp it all down at once. The cold atmosphere in the milkshake sent shivers down his spine and throat. To his surprise it actually tasted sweet from all the sugar, but he still tasted the sour feces and bitter liver. He took five gulps to complete the whole milkshake and he dropped the glass on the floor. Once again he had to gag and hold down the sick back to his burning stomach. He closed his eyes and collapsed onto the table.
"You've been putting poison in it haven't you Dahlia?" Kristoph asked as he faced her.
"I couldn't help it," Dahlia giggled. "It would have been a bit boring without a little bit of toxic. Don't worry, it's not fatal for Mr. Edgeworth. He'll be sleeping for a long long time."
"He did pass the task, I guess we should release our prisoners just as promised."
"Just release Feenie," Dahlia snapped.
"Why just Feenie?" Kristoph asked. "Dear Edgeworth did so well in the task."
"All right," Dahlia sulked. "We'll get the two of them dressed up and they are to be released without any harm."
"What time will they recover from their coma?" Kristoph asked.
"I guess it would be sometime after Midnight."
"We'll play with Edgeworth instead!" Kristoph screamed with intense laughter. "Namow, throw him that bathtub full of blood," he demanded.
"I will," Namow said. She bowed and dragged Edgeworth away from the evil couple.
Edgeworth opened his eyes to a blank ceiling a head of him. The scent of torture still present on him, he turned to see Kristoph standing drinking a cup of tea in a golden cup. "Where are they?" Edgeworth asked gritting his teeth.
"Phoenix has been freed just as promised," Kristoph announced. "Dahlia reminded me of the small print."
"What small print?" Edgeworth croaked. His eyes were heavy and his mouth was full of burning vomit that exploded from his mouth. Kristoph stood back as Edgeworth wrenched out what he wanted out of his system. Kristoph whipped his hair back and fourth, then patted Edgeworth's bleeding back. He was chocking on his own brand and Kristoph loved watching his suffer like a child enjoyed eating exquisite chocolate candy.
"You belong to us now," he whispered in his ear. "You don't need to worry about Phoenix anymore: he's free and he will wake up in fields of gold next to his wife. They have been cleaned don't worry."
Miles Edgeworth banged his head against the tip of the bath tub. He held his hand in front of him and saw the thick red blood oozing from his hand. He could smell the stench coming from him and how it was soothed by the overload of floral perfume on Kristoph's skin. Edgeworth noticed the colour of Kristoph's polished nails were the same shade of red as the liquid in the bath. He wanted to get out, but he was tied in chains and naked. He bowed his head down, clenched his eyes and screamed.
Kristoph ordered Namow Lantem to drill a whole in the bathroom wall and to punch it until Kristoph's sofa was visible. Once the whole in the bathroom was wide enough for one to walk straight into the door. Kristoph grabbed some popcorn and sat in peace. Edgeworth's suffering had became the main attraction in the household.
The devious pair become startled by an unexpected bang. Their vision followed the smoke behind them. Tears dripping from luscious brown hair. Behind them stood Lana, crying her eyes out with the pistol shaking in her hand. She sobbed with the pistol still in tact. Kristoph could see that Lana wasn't going to let go of that gun to anybody.
"I was enjoying that Lana," Kristoph told Lana. Dahlia jumped through the whole and stared in joy at the bathtub. "I was hoping to torture him for a few more months."
"Bastard," Lana spat. "You're even worse than your brother."
"What on earth are you talking about," Kristoph laughed. "My brother is an angel!"
"An angel," Lana screamed. She held the pistol directly at Kristoph's face. "You would say that though wouldn't you? He's a dirty whore and you're just a monster."
"Now, now Lana," Kristoph said. His back rested against a pile of books as he requested, "now let's settle things calmly."
"I'll give you calm," Lana whispered. She pulled the trigger again and it caused a red whole in Kristoph's forehead. His eyes and mouth dropped wide open as his body slammed the floor. But one bullet wasn't enough for Lana, she shot Kristoph again, and again and again, until she ran out of bullets. Kristoph's face resembled a broken strawberry pie and the floor stained by a red puddle. Lana threw the pistol at where Kristoph's face one stood. She stood back and stared at Dahlia who whipped her hair back and fourth.
"You really do hate men don't you Lana?" Dahlia asked. Lana remained silent and nodded. Dahlia smiled again and threw a towel at her face. "You're really fucked up," Dahlia snapped. "Because of that... I like you." Dahlia closed her eyes and giggled. "We better get out here before the police find us."
"I am the police," Lana replied back, faking a smirk. She took one look at Edgeworth and then followed Dahlia out of the room.
Miles Edgeworth, I'm so sorry you had to die, especially like this. I couldn't bring myself to let Dahlia and Kristoph torture you like that. They would habe done much worse things to you. That's why I killed you. You sacrificed your dignity to save Phoenix and Iris. I could only imagine the torment that was going on. Believe me, Edgeworth you would have been better off dead. I loved you Edgeworth... but you clearly had your heart set on someone else. I never killed you out of revenge, but I killed to protect you. Don't forget that.
It seemed that Apollo and Trucy were going to spend Christmas by themselves. Iris and Phoenix had been kidnapped by Kristoph Gavin, but even if he didn't kidnap them on their honeymoon, they would have still been on their own. It would have been nice to have their parents around them for Christmas. Trucy's idea of a perfect Christmas was hanging round with the whole family and enjoying gifts together. Her parents being away ruined some of the magic of Christmas for her, but she was still going to celebrate with Apollo.
Trucy gazed outside the window and saw the snow helplessly fall to the ground. The natural glitter sparkling on the balcony, the roofs and the windows. The birds and bells sang in perfect harmony sending shivers down Trucy's spine. The birds flapped their wings fighting against the blizzard. "They would have loved this," Trucy said referring to her parents. "I wished they were here."
"Guess what?" said Apollo. The tone of his voice sounded happy.
"What?"
"I got a girlfriend," he announced.
"REALLY?" Trucy gasped. She raised her eyebrows and turned her head. "You've got to be kidding me?" Trucy grabbed onto his arm and asked. "What's her name?"
"Viola," replied Apollo. "She'll be coming over soon."
" WAIT A MINUTE!" Trucy shrieked. "When was this? I mean when did you two start dating?"
"A few days after Phoenix kicked me out. We knew each other from a case a while ago."
"Really?" asked Trucy. The sudden high pitch and slow tempo voice change made Trucy believe he was lying.
"Okay, I'll tell the truth," Apollo said raising his arms in the air. "She's Kristoph Gavin's ex-girlfriend, I've known her for a long time. We've started dating not so long ago and she was the one who asked me out. I said yes and I told her to keep it quiet for a while until I was ready to come out."
"Wow," Trucy said, dropping her mouth. "How old is she?"
"She's 34."
"Wow, you're a toy-boy," laughed Trucy. She jumped into her brother's lap. He was pushed on the coach and Trucy grabbed out some mistletoe in her pocket, then raised it in the air.
"What are you doing?" Apollo asked. His face was red and his eyes were shut tight.
"Being nostalgic," replied Trucy. She smiled and kissed Apollo's lips. "Merry Christmas!"
"Did it ever occur to you that there's a possibility that Phoenix and Iris might walk in and scream?"
"It was just a kiss,"Trucy responded.
"One kiss too many I think,"admitted Apollo. "Kisses lead all sorts of things and that's what got us into trouble. Besides we're both in relationships we can't..."
Trucy kissed him on the lips again. To be honest, Trucy didn't really know why she wanted to kiss her brother in a romantic way after all the trouble she's been through. The only reason she could think of was "I did it for the lols". While that reason would work well on the Internet, in real life, it would need some explaining and Trucy couldn't find the words to describe her actions. "Shut up, and open some presents," Trucy said. She marched to the Christmas tree and pointed to a bag and stocking. "This is your stocking and your sack is here," she told Apollo as she knelt down to her sack. "I'll open mine now." Trucy was pleased with the first parcel she opened, it was gift-box of lipstick that she received from Iris. The lipsticks came in all range of colours: gold, yellow, green, pink, blue, silver, red and orange. She looked up and saw her brother sitting on the coach doing nothing. "What's up Apollo? Why aren't you opening your presents?" Trucy asked twice.
"I'm just not ready to open my presents yet," replied Apollo. "I'm waiting for Viola to come."
"Viola's coming?"
"Yeah, that way we're not by ourselves."
"That's brilliant," said Trucy who smiled and clapped her hands together. "I can't wait to see what she looks like. I've got so many presents this year! I've never had so many presents this Christmas before. Ironic really, the Christmas where I get the most gifts and Daddy and Mommy's not here to watch me. I hope they come back safe."
"So do I." The door knocked and Apollo jumped up. "That should be Viola." He took a brisk walk to the door and just as he thought, Viola was standing outside. "Hi Viola. You look very nice today," he said, grabbing her hand and kissing her cheek.
"Merry Christmas, Apollo," Viola whispered. "I brought some presents."
"Well come in," Apollo took Viola into the lounge and stopped when she was face to face with Trucy. "This is my sister,"
"Hi Viola," Trucy said in an excited tone. "I'm Trucy. So nice to meet you. You're very pretty. Polly was just talking about you."
"Thank you," Viola responded. Her voice was soft and weak. "I have some presents for you." Viola handed over an oval shaped box decorated in blue and white roses and smiled.
"Oh wow! Thank you so much Viola."
"You're welcome," Viola giggled. "I hope you like them." Viola looked around and asked, "so you two have been alone?"
"Yeah," Apollo answered. "Trucy's adoptive parents have been kidnapped, our real mom's died and my dad is in prison."
"That's a shame."Viola looked up at Trucy and said, "I heard Trucy's dad was Phoenix Wright. Is is true?"
"Yeah! That's my daddy's name."
"I thought so," Viola admitted. "Kristoph told me a lot about you. Too bad he went at an all time low..."
"Let's forget about the past," suggested Apollo. "It's Christmas, no need to be gloomy."
"OH MY GOODNESS," Trucy screamed as she grabbed a first of notes. "THERE'S MONEY IN THIS COOKIE BOX!" She gasped and asked Viola, "How much is in here?"
"A thousand dollars exactly," Viola replied. "Enjoy... wisely."
"Thank you so much Viola," Trucy shouted again. She hugged Viola and twirled her around. "Hey Apollo, open your presents now!" she demanded her brother. "Viola's here now so you two can open the presents to-"
A boom from outside distracted Trucy and made her lose her words. "I'll get that," Trucy said as she ran to the door. She had a feeling that she knew who it was. She opened the door and saw two magicians, one in purple, the other in purple. "UNCLE MAX AND UNCLE VALANT!"
"MERRY CHRISTMAS!"the two men shouted in unison. Rainbow smoke escaped from thier hats, dying the top of thier hair. Glitter leaked from Valants jacket, blowing on Trucy's face.
"Love the glitter rain," Trucy told them.
"Everyone should love the glitter rain," Max announced.
"Yes," Valant agreed. "We've heard about Phoenix and his wife being kidnapped and we didn't want to leave you guys on your own." Valant and Max let themselves in as they hummed Christmas carols.
"Hello, what's your name?" Valant asked Viola who was playing with the pleats of her red dress.
"Viola," she murmured.
"She's Apollo's girlfriend," Trucy told Valant.
"Oh very Gothic," Max claimed. " Also very fabulous. We should make sure these sweeties stay good."
"Good idea."
"We seem to be getting a lot of visitors," Trucy reacted as she heard another knock on the door. She couldn't believe she was receiving so much attention. She opened the door again and there was Maya and Franziska. The pair of them were wearing a red dress with a Santa's hat on their heads. Franziska seemed vacant, whilst Maya seemed bubbly with her arm around Franziska's waist.
"Heya you two," Trucy said. "Nice of you to drop in: Merry Christmas." Trucy remembered the time where she absolutely detested Franziska. Since Thalassa's death, the hatred for Franziska sizzled out. She released Franziska wasn't a mean person, and that she was just doing her job.
"Merry Christmas," Maya cheered. "Nick told me to visit you at Christmas to make sure you two were on your best behavior."
"Well there's no need to worry," Trucy responded. "Come on in, we've got a party going on."
"Oh my it looks like we're having a party," announced Valant as he saw Maya and Franziska enter the lounge.
"Let's celebrate then!" Trucy shouted.
"Man," growled Apollo. "And I've only got frozen pizza in the freezer for me, Trucy and Viola."
"What fool celebrates Christmas with only pizza?" snapped Franziska. If she had her whip with her, Apollo would have been slashed with it and Trucy would hate on Franziska again.
Trucy saw Lana and Machi knock on the open door, close the door after them, then tip-toed into the room. Machi waved, and Trucy waved back.
"Hi guys," Trucy called. She walked up to Machi and kissed his cheek.
"Merry Christmas Trucy," Machi squealed as he passed her a huge teddy bear.
"Thank you," Trucy squealed back. "Come on in you too."
"We didn't want to leave you guys to be on you own," Lana mentioned. "And Machi wanted to see you."
"It seems as if everybody had the same idea," Trucy giggled. As Lana and Machi sat near Apollo, Valant and Max were throwing glitter and champagne everywhere.
"Thank you guys all for coming," Trucy shouted. "I'm glad I have all your support and I hope my parents come home safely."
"They'll be fine," Lana told them with pride. "Edgeworth will save them and they'll come back unharmed."
"Edgeworth sounds like a really good man," Machi said.
"Yes," Lana agreed. "He is..."
Trucy heard thunderous knocks on the door and she scurried to the door and was greeted by Detective Dick Gumshoe.
"Hi Gumshoe."
"Heya Pal happy Christmas," Gumshoe roared. "I've got some news to share."
"Come on in."
Gumshoe followed Trucy into the lounge and everybody stared at Gumshoe. They all knew he had something to say regarding Phoenix and Iris and they were hoping it was good news.
"Wow nice party you guys got in here. Now I have some good news and I have some bad news," announced Gumshoe as he straightened up his coat. "The good news is that Phoenix and Iris have both been found safe and well." Gumshoe smiled as he cheered with the group, then his smile melted away. "As for the bad news... I can't bring myself to say it,"
"What happened?"
"I'm really sorry to say this," Gumshoe croaked, he faced his shoes and shook his head. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we have lost a valuable person. Edgeworth has been brutally murdered. We believe he was killed by Gavin and then he was murdered by someone else. There is phenomenal amount of evidence to suggest that Kristoph had maids to assist him. One of whom is Namow Lantem, who's fingerprints matched the ones we found. An official autopsy report will be on it's way soon."
"Where are my parents now?" asked Trucy killing the silence that had become a contagious disease.
"They're in a hospital at the moment," replied Gumshoe, trying to sake off his tears. "Both in a stable condition, they'll need to be questioned by the police so you can't see them just yet... Are you okay Lana?" Gumshoe dashed over to Lana who appeared to have collapsed to the ground.
"Just a coincidence," Lana muttered as she crawled her way back up. "Just a few minutes ago I said everything was going to be fine and in just a matter of seconds things aren't."
"I know how you feel Lana," Gumshoe sobbed. "He was the best friend I ever had."
"We shouldn't really be crying at Christmas should we?" Trucy asked.
"Yes," Valant replied. He patted Trucy's back and told him, " I never knew him that well myself but I have a feeling he wouldn't want us crying over him."
"No," Lana murmured. "He wouldn't, but... how can we celebrate without him?" Lana sulked. She sat down and cried. "How is Ema going to react? It will be awful, he inspired her a lot and I loved him." Her head was buried in her hands, concealing the tears that could be heard. She looked up and found herself the center of attention. "I'm sorry..."
"You're not the only person who ever loved him," Franziska barked as she looked down on Lana. "You won't be the last either."
"Do you want me to channel him for you?" Maya whispered to Franziska.
"No it's okay," Franziska replied. Maya cupped her face, kissed her cheek and hugged her.
"We should have a few moments of silence to remember the great man that was Miles Edgeworth," Gumshoe roared trying to hold back the tears. He bowed his head down and the others followed as they remained silent. There was not a dry eye in the room as they reflected on Edgeworth's bravery on Christmas day.
"We should all go to Borscht,"Valant suggested. He was determined to keep the Christmas spirit in tact. He held onto to Max's hand who agreed with every word he said. "They make lovely Christmas dinners."
"I like that idea,"Trucy said. "I'll save the rest of my presents later for when my parents come out from the hospital. First I've got to tidy this place up a bit then we'll be there."
"Okay," Valant shouted with his first in the air. "Let's go and have a party!" Nearly everyone followed Valant and Max out who both despite being sober sounded as drunk as break-dancing dog.
"Machi," Lana said. She grabbed his shoulders and told him, "You stay here with Trucy, I'm going out for some fresh air and then I'll be home. You'll be okay looking after Trucy won't you?"
"Of course Mama," Machi replied. "I hope you feel better soon."
"Thank you," Lana responded with a smile on her face.
Lana returned to her car and drove far away. She stopped the car off in a deserted woods. She had to get away from the place, she breathed heavily and gasped her breathes out. Lana knew she would not be able to sleep that night. She had seen the sad reactions of people's faces when they found out that Edgeworth had died a cruel death. She could almost smell the blood on her hands. She had no regrets killing Kirstoph. Why should she, she thought. She threw her hand against the wall, clenching it tight as she pictured every moment of Kristoph torturing Edgeworth and how Dahlia and Namow simply did nothing. It was the lowest form of entertainment.
She didn't know weather to laugh or cry: so she did both.
She was caged in the hell she had remorse she should feel, she had none in the heart she once had. Every day it was getting hard to conceal her darkest side. She would smile and pretend that everything was fine. The rage inside still exists and she wished she it could evacuate, but the animal inside her craved for blood: April May's blood. Edgeworth's death had opened her eyes and she saw just how morbid her revenge plan really was, and it was increasing.
She had been lying to herself for so long. She said that men were useless, but she only said it because the man she loved rejected her. She was silly enough to even think he would date her after she tried to frame him for murder. Lana banged her fist again, feeling the red bruises on her knuckles burning her skin.
She had faked her killer instinct when she was working with Damon Gant, but now she truly did have a killer's instinct she became lost. All she wanted to do was protect Ema. That's why she arranged the marriage with Mike and made sure they were both sent away. Lana hoped it would spite Klavier and it almost worked. She felt so bad for murdering Edgeworth that she almost considered sparing April and Klavier's life until she saw the two of them together, laughing and cheering without a care in the world. She was reminded of how much she despised the two. She had come this far, she thought. It would have been all a waste of time if April and Klavier didn't get hurt. One way or another she was gonna humiliate Klavier and spite Kristoph's spirit even further.
The desire to kill still burned inside of her. She knew no one could ever tame the animal she had become. She believed this wasn't the real her and she wished someone could save her from herself, but as far as she was concerned it was too late. She gritted her teeth as she watched Klavier and April kiss passionately on the floor. Both of their long locks of hairs mixing with each other. To a normal person, Klavier and April seemed to be having a young and careless romance, but to Lana is was a disgusting match made in hell which made her want to run the pair of them over.
Her state of mind was like a tug of war. A part of her wanted to drive back to the rest of the gang and the other part wanted to run the pair of them over and have everything over and done with.
"Kissing in the woods at a white Christmas," Lana muttered. "You guys are in the wrong place at the wrong time."
Lana started the engine of her car, cackled immensely then charged down the hill. The adrenaline rush felt orgasmic as she cackled as April screamed. Klavier tried to save April but the pair of them were bashed by the front of Lana's car. Lana steered the wheel and drove over their legs and went round in circles twice before steering to a halt. Lana's forehead touched the wheel. Behind closed doors was a smirking woman who had officially become a serial killer.
She stepped out of the car and reached for a gun. Her hands were covered in gloves so her fingerprints will never be found. Her footsteps thudded in the thick snow as she followed the red stains. Some of the snow covered the injured couple who were both unconscious. Lana stabbed the gun near April's chest and pulled the trigger. The friction caused her to fall on the floor. Lana sighed and grinned. Blood splattered on her face, but she didn't mind. She had completed her revenge plan at last. She didn't care about Klavier anymore, she hoped he would freeze to death. Either way she placed the gun near Klavier to make it look like he had murdered April.
Lana returned to her car and drove back home. "No more deaths," she promised herself. She could feel her senses return and her madness fade to black. Once again she had no remorse. Once a cheater, always a cheater.