ok, first why did i not update in almost a month? (sigh) because, i've got more work than i know what to do with. No, that's not a lie, college isn't easy.
but alas, i've done it. i've updated (hits head on wall). as a warning don't expect anything within the week. i used to be able to pull it off, but my schedule is getting tighter and tighter each week. making it less and less likely i'll update when i want to. i did plan on having this a week after 'White-outs' but i started college right when i began typing this out.
again, PLEASE SAY IF IT'S TOO OOC! i want to try and reain with them in character.
obviously i don't own Phoenix Wright, if i did i doubt i'd be wasting my time writing this fanfic.
All Phoenix could feel was his head pounding painfully. His eyes opened and he winced as everything in his vision was spinning wildly. He ran his fingers through his hair, wincing when his fingers brushed where he'd been hit. He sat up and looked around. The darkness suddenly frightened him. He was alone, completely and utterly alone. The roar from the storm outside was magnified in the room. Almost immediately, Phoenix had the sense that something was wrong.
He picked up the flashlight in front of him and turned it on. It cast a pale glow around the room. The faint beam landed on Franziska's whip, which lay almost as in waiting to strike like a snake. Cautiously he reached out with his foot and kicked it lightly. The whip flopped and clattered lightly to the ground. Sighing weakly Phoenix picked up the item and examined it. He was surprised at how light it was. The leather felt smooth, almost like it was made of cloth instead of leather. He then looked at the handle. Engraved in the leathery surface was the name 'von Karma'.
"Franziska" he whispered. He looked up in alarm when he heard a door slam from down the hall. He then noticed the state of the room, a lamp lay broken at his feet and the side table near the door had been knocked down. It was then he realized what had happened, and everything clicked into place. He dropped the whip in shock and searched the room with the flashlight. A quick sweep of the room revealed n blood and no body.
He sat back down and buried his face in his hands. He sighed deeply, trying to remember what happened. But only an empty black filled the confines of his mind. He looked up and sighed darkly. "Now what?" he whispered to himself hopelessly. He buried his face in his hands and leaned back, wincing as his head hit the back of the couch.
He ran down the hallway, towards a door at the end of the hall, "Franziska!" he yelled loudly, his voice echoed loudly around him as he ran. A scream rang loudly and painfully through his ears in response. He ran faster, everything around him was a blur. The doors in front of him burst open and he ran in, looking around wildly. "Franziska?" he asked weakly, quietly looking around the room. The doors slammed behind him and he turned around, and gasped. An enormous creature reared its head and roared in his face.
Phoenix sat up and gasped weakly, the room spinning wildly in his vision. He sighed weakly as his vision stopped spinning and everything came into focus. His fist closed around the whip in his lap and he stood up. He lay the whip back down on the couch and sighed. He began to examine the room closely, looking for any signs of a struggle, any sign that may lead to Franziska's whereabouts.
As he searched he began noticing small cuts in the floor, as if someone was struggling to stand, or if they had been dragged. He followed the small marks and found himself staring at the knocked over table, and his eyes landed on a card, small and almost unnoticeable, lying right next to the over turned table. He picked up the card and looked closely at it, and slowly, every piece of that case clicked back into his mind, he slammed his fist on the wall and screamed.
"NO!" he snarled angrily while crushing the card as well as he could, he tossed the small offensive card into the trash, walked back to the sofa and picked up the whip, before walking out the door, his eyes burning with fury.
He walked down the hall, barely making a sound. He was listening intently for any sound from any of the rooms. Fear crept through his veins as he reached the end of the hall, to another stairwell. He sighed darkly before seeing a small piece of paper flutter from upstairs. It fluttered almost weakly and landed gently at his feet. He picked it up and stuffed it in his pocket, tempted to go up the stairs, but the sound of running footsteps alerted him and he ran back to her office to prepare himself for whatever would happen.
He read the piece of paper over and over again. The shock was beyond overwhelming. Phoenix crumpled the paper in his hand and ran his hand through his hair. He threw the paper across the room, where it bounced off the wall and landed in the trash.
With a broken sigh Phoenix stood. As though facing a deadly opponent, he sidestepped the couch and stepped back to the wall. He looked around almost curiously as if searching for something. The ladder on the adjacent wall caught his eyes and he ran over to it, and without a second thought, he began climbing.
A loud slam echoed across the walls as Phoenix found himself facing back down, having reached the ceiling of the office through the ladder on the wall. The doors had slammed open and a dark figure entered the room.
"I know you're here, Phoenix Wright." Phoenix fought back a snarl as he recognized the voice as De Killers'. "You know, I was amazed to find you hanging out with the prosecutor I was sent to kill." Phoenix's eyes widened and the letter raced through his memory.
"You murderer." Phoenix whispered, causing De Killer to face him. He snarled angrily and slinked back as De Killer began walking towards the ladder.
"You know what, Mr. Wright? It truly is a crying shame, if only that girl had done what her father told her, if only she hadn't tried her best to impress him, we wouldn't be in this situation. You are a simple defense attorney, trying to defend that stupid girl to your own demise. The girl is trying to simply live up to what her father wanted in a child." De killer sighed, "and yet neither of you seem to understand the basic complications of what this causes. You under minded yourself as a simple man trying to save a friend, unknowingly you found yourself closer to her did you not? Then there is that stupid girl, tied and unconscious at the current moment. She was so determined to prove herself right that she fell right into your clever little unnoticed trap." De Killer grinned and looked Phoenix right in the eye, from the floor below. "Do you know of which trap I speak, Phoenix Wright?"
Phoenix felt his heart skip in that moment as he realized what De Killer meant. Phoenix closed his eyes and held back a scream. As he realized she could still be alive and, without another thought, launched himself at De Killer. They tumbled and crashed heavily into a chair, Phoenix quickly took the advantage and picked De Killer off his feet and slammed him up against the bookcase.
De Killer easily pulled himself away from the bookcase and pulled out his gun. The pistol gleamed almost in warning and Phoenix dived behind the couch as he fired. Phoenix stood as he took aim again and charged him, knocking him over as the gun fired again into the wall. De Killer punched Phoenix and reached for his gun. Phoenix snarled and stood up, stepping on De Killers' hand. His scream tore through the air as Phoenix picked up the gun, and hit him with it. He then grabbed at De Killer, dropped the gun and slammed him back up against the wall angrily.
"Where is she?!" he yelled, his voice echoing menacingly off the wall. "Tell me where you're hiding her before I bash your brains in!" Phoenix snarled, raising his fist. De Killer laughed humorlessly. "What are you laughing at you cowardly jerk?!" Phoenix yelled, ready to throw the punch, the blood boiling heatedly in his arm as he pulled back.
"You don't have the heart to hit me Wright. You won't do it and we both know it." Phoenix's fist curled tighter, his nails digging into his palm. Blood trickled from his knuckles. Unaware of the pain, Phoenix swung his fist at De Killer, whose eyes widened in shock. Phoenix's fist connected with De Killers face with a sharp snap, De Killer slumped and blinked widely before jolting out of Phoenix's grasp, picking up his gun and vanishing down the hall. Phoenix stared after him and sighed deeply before walking over to the couch and picking up Franziska's whip. He ran his fingers over the leather and grinned. He then walked out the door and began Searching for Franziska.
In the first room he searched, he immediately noticed there had been a ransacking. A large jacket lay on the table, untouched, as though cast aside in search for something more important. Phoenix picked it up and held it under the flashlight where he read the tag, "'Bullet-Proof Jacket.'" He grinned, "I do believe I need to mention a certain detectives' name when this is over." He said as he quickly pulled off his shirt and put on the bullet-proof vest beneath it.
After putting on the jacket and redressing, he walked down the hall searching for anything else that may help him. A large fire case caught his eye on the wall, 'break in case of emergency' read clearly in black letters on the clear glass. Phoenix stared into the box, where at the bottom, lay a large fire axe. He then smashed his elbow into the glass, grabbing the axe and pulling his arm out. Big, thin scratches lined his arm. He effectively pulled his sleeve over the cuts and then prayed silently that they wouldn't bleed.
Further down the hall he began searching each room, confirming the fact that Franziska was being held captive on the third floor. He glanced out the window of one room. The snow was still falling heavily. He was sure that it wouldn't stop any time soon.
He walked back to the office and began thinking about how to find Franziska. He sat down in anger and buried his face in his hands. He could hear his heart pounding painfully in his chest. A loud scream suddenly tore through the air, echoing off the walls and ringing into Phoenix's ears.
"Phoenix!"
He stood up and stared down the hall where the scream had originated. He glared darkly and grabbed the axe and the whip from the table and ran towards the scream. He ran up the stairs two at a time.
The third floor hallway was pitch black. Phoenix could only see a few feet in front of him. He walked slowly, listening intently for anything, even the smallest sound. As he walked, the thought of how much time Franziska had left haunted him, and he stopped in front of a courtroom door.
Glaring at it, he muttered. "If she's not here…" he gulped, stopping himself from finishing the sentence. He stepped up to the door and kicked it, hard. The sound resonated and echoed loudly around him. The door in front of him cracked. It was shortly followed by a voice and Phoenix then knew he'd found the right room.
"I know you're there, Wright!" Phoenix didn't answer, he grinned. Knowing very well what would happen by the time this was over. Inhaling sharply, he pulled the fire axe from his side and threw it as hard as he could.
The door practically shattered from the force, the axe embedding itself on the opposing wall. Phoenix ran in and dove for the bench, the gun fired loudly and he screamed in pain as the bullet pierced his left shoulder. He landed and gasped weakly. He grasped at his shoulder as De Killers' next words echoed through his head.
"Stand up, Wright, unless you want me to kill your friend here." Phoenix glared at the underside of the bench and snarled before carefully using his good arm to right himself, and stood up. He was shaking only slightly.
"Drop the gun." Phoenix said darkly, reaching into the pouch at his side, his bloodied fist closed onto a cloth and he prepared to use it to his full advantage. He held back a smirk as De Killer laughed maniacally.
"Or what? You'll attack me?" his voice lowered to the point where only Phoenix could hear. "You don't even have a weapon. You're powerless, Wright." Phoenix grinned and said darkly.
"Just because I appear defenseless doesn't mean I am." With that he leapt over the bench, pulled out the blanket and yanked it over De Killer's head just as he fired the gun again. He pulled a rope from the bag and tied it around the blanket while De Killer was confused.
Phoenix turned as the blanket ripped and reached into the bag again, this time his bloodied fist closed around the leather handle of the whip and pulled it out as De Killer took aim again. He snapped the whip at the gun and felt the entire whip move with his arm, the strained leather reached out and slapped across De Killers hand, slicing it open. He then stared as it snapped back and slit across his lower lip, cutting it wide open and making it bleed. He grabbed at his lip as De Killer knocked the flashlight from the table plunging the room into darkness. Phoenix gasped as a horrified scream tore through the air around him. The scream that alerted him to the very person he had been searching for.
"Franziska." He whispered to himself in shock. He ran over to where she was, her eyes were shut tight and she looked almost like she was crying, he put his hand on her shoulder and almost immediately regretted it as she screamed again.
"PHOENIX!" she screamed. Phoenix placed his hand over her mouth and looked her in the eyes as they opened. All Phoenix could see was absolute fear and shock in her bright blue eyes. The fear waned and she stopped screaming. He quietly untied her arms and began to untie her feet.
"Are you ok?" he asked as he cut the ropes that bound her to the chair. She quietly turned to him, tears pricking the sides of her eyes. Without a word she clung to him, sobbing weakly. Phoenix was bewildered as she looked up at him.
"You were right." Suddenly as she spoke, the letter he had found flashed in his memory. And he hugged her as she continued. "My father is a monster." Phoenix hugged her close, but suddenly became alert as De Killer stood up and fired again, the bullet zipped past him and bounced off the wall. Phoenix picked up Franziska and ran for the bench, diving behind it and holding her down. He looked her in the eye and wondered if she was alright.
"Stay here" he whispered, aware that De Killer was suddenly pacing, as though anticipating him to fight. Knowing he couldn't let this get any worse he tried to console her. "You'll be safe." He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, her eyes betrayed the worry she held and she stared at him for a moment.
"What about you?" Phoenix couldn't respond, he just couldn't tell her. He knew how this would end. At least she would be safe. Sighing darkly to himself, he let her up and signaled for her to stay under the bench. Knowing what he'd have to do, he stood up and stared at De Killer as he stopped pacing. He climbed over the bench and stood there waiting as De Killer took aim again, right at his heart.
"Why don't you run?" De Killer asked in a low voice.
"I know if I die in her place you can't hurt her." Phoenix responded quietly. The indescribable urge to flee over took him, but he stood his ground, shaking slightly. The pain from the bullet in his shoulder was suddenly gone. All he could see was the gun that was now aimed for his chest. He took a deep breath and ran at De Killer.
The gunshot rang in his ears, followed by a horrified scream from behind him. The bullet hit his chest roughly, he felt it embed itself into his shirt, and then he remembered as the pain, instead of centering itself, spread through his shoulder and his arm. He felt his back hit the floor and gasped, the pain knocking the breath out of him.
The horrified scream echoed in his ears again. He wanted to respond but he was unable to recover. He tried to breathe in, but the pain ripped through him and he found himself unable to move as Franziska began sobbing into his chest. , "Phoenix please, speak to me." she cried. Phoenix closed his eyes weakly, darkness filling his vision. His hearing began to fade, all he could hear was Franziska whispering, "Phoenix, please." In that instant, his world went black.
'Ice storms' is next. not much else to say.
Charxelle: Thanks, i'm actually shocked i made you like Feenziska (i'm sorry XD)
The Unknown Alias: Thank you, the aftermath is interesting, i can tell you that much :)
HinataLoveNaruto: Romeo and Juliet ending? i don't think i should, although yes, it is an interesting concept. it's also a bit depressing and something it telling me i shouldn't. as for sequels? no. just no, i'm sorry but sequels aren't my thing at all. i've done sequels and it ended BADLY. very badly, i nearly ruined the original story and ended up deleting the entire thing i had posted. Also, Phoenix doesn't seem like the cheating type. it would, in a sense ruin his character. sorry.
Brandon: Considering Franziska has been using the whip for a longer period of time, i'm sure she's better at it than him.