Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Ace Attorney games or characters. Just this take on their stories.
Frank Sahwit
He could never get over the paranoia he felt when he was doing his "job". There was always a possibility, the slightest chance, that he would be caught in the act, and then he wasn't quite sure what he would do. He never planned it to happen the way it did, that day. He rang doorbell after doorbell, listening intently for rustling behind the door, and when there was silence, well, then he would be quite happy. He would reach into his back pocket and pull out the card, or the bobby pin if necessary, and would easily pick the lock. Then, the world was his oyster.
Frank Sahwit was very good at what he did. He knew from experience that it would be best to take one thing, and only one thing, from each place he hit. Then the people would be less likely to report the robbery to the police, and they would be less likely to warn the neighbors. He would slip in unnoticed, and would slip out again in a matter of minutes, after grabbing the smallest and most valuable thing he could see within reach. He wouldn't hesitate to relock the door, and then he could continue on his way.
Of course, there were the people that actually answered the door, and then Frank became Mr. Sahwit, newspaper salesman. He would wring his hands and smile, trying to convince the people to subscribe to his company's paper. Truthfully, there was no paper, and there was no company, but the poor saps didn't know that. And no one would buy a subscription from a door-to-door salesman, so he knew he wouldn't be caught.
He knocked, yet again, on another door in the area. He could hear shuffling inside, probably some kids home from school that weren't going to answer the door. He was fine with that though, he wouldn't be able to do anything anyway.
He turned away from the doorway and froze. A scruffy looking kid was leaving the room further down the hall. The kid was wearing some kind of orange sport jacket, something that made Frank cringe at the obnoxiousness. The kid looked around, almost guiltily, before adjusting his jacket again and strolling off. The door was left wide open, and Frank smiled darkly.
He strolled up to the open doorway after the kid had turned the corner. After a quick glance around, he determined that the apartment was empty, and he walked in happily. The room was well stocked, leading him to believe that it wasn't the kid that lived there. Frank shook his head, trying to disconnect from the boy he saw, trying to focus on the job. He looked around again and noticed a strange statue on the table.
It was small, but kind of elegant, a statue of the Thinker. It sat on a marble base, about five inches square. The statue itself was probably a foot tall at best, and Frank lifted it to test the weight.
It wasn't terribly heavy for a statue, but it felt sturdy, and he gripped it tightly in his hands. A shuffle behind him shocked him, and he spun with the statue still in hand.
He found himself to be facing a small woman, pretty, but not exceptional. He figured quickly she was the true owner of the apartment, and he watched in increasing fear as she opened her mouth in shock.
Not really thinking, not feeling, he raised the statue above his head. It seemed to fall on its own, bashing against the woman's head and bringing her crashing to the ground. Blood quickly spread across the floor, covering Sahwit's shoes.
I think it's one o'clock.
A/N: This was fun! Hope you stick with it! Thank you so much for reading, everyone! I'm gonna stick with the order of the trials from now on, so up next... Redd White! (that's going to be interesting *gulp*) See you then! Love you guys!