(A:N: Greetings true believers! I was over joyed when I had 3 favorites and follows in the span of a day. Thanks to everbody that followed and favorited this! Alex: Are we ready for REVIEWS!? Me: Yep! :D
technicolortardis: Thanks! I'll try doing that more this chapter!
Natekleh: I have to agree with you on that. I always thought Capcom would've done Kay's amnesia scene better...
Me:TIME FOR A TALKING GUIDE!
"I like cookies"=Normal talking
(I like cookies)=Thoughts
*I like cookies*= Court record addition or text
"*I like cookies.*"=Widget
Me: I am going to try spacing the thoughts away from the story and talking this time. Tell me whether you like it or not. Alex: Before Real continues, I have to warn that there is a possibility of heavy spoilers for Apollo Justice and Dual Destinies. Me: If you haven't played either games first, PLEASE do so. And don't spoil the excitement and read about it. Unlike what my brother did and told me the ending to Apollo Justice. And then I told him the ending to Dual Destinies. XD The chapters not from the Versteckt's own thought process will be in third person, but focused on one character. Anyway, Alex, DISCLAIMERS! Alex: THE real assistant doesn't own Ace Attorney, or else Capcom would have a lot of trouble on their hands... Me: JA!)
District Courthouse:Defendant Lobby #2
January 30-12:32 PM
Athena looked at the clock, sighing once she found out that it hadn't changed the last 5 seconds she checked it. She tapped her foot to the ground, crossing her arms as she did so.
(Where the heck is Apollo?! I mean, he said that he would be here to at least to do a case, albeit a boring one...)
Although everyone in the Wright Anything Agency were sorta happy for this fact, there has been less cases as of late. Of course everyone was happy that since The Phantom's arrest, there were less murders then before. There was one downside though, it was very boring each day. Then, to everyone's surprise in the agency, somebody asked to defend him. They all agreed, after 3 fights, 2 threats of being fired, and more than 1 witty comeback, that Apollo would be defending him with Athena as his co-council. He researched the case all night, telling Athena that he would tell her the details of it the next day.
Only he wasn't there. Athena looked at the clock once again. She was beginning to panic, it was only a few minutes before the trial started. If Athena didn't even know the details of this case, then how was she going to defend..?
(Who is the defendant again?)
Athena closed her eyes, fiddling with the moon earring on her left ear. She didn't even notice the two approaching figures. The first one was a girl, she wore what seemed to be a blue top hat, and a magician's outfit, smiling like she just won the lottery. The man wore a black t shirt, with red jeans, and a bald head. The man had a more calmer look than the girl by a mile. The girl walked up to Athena, still smiling, she held a finger to her mouth towards the man. The girl reached out, and grabbed Athena by her shoulders. Athena's eyes snapped open, on instinct, she turned around, and grabbed the girl. She looked at the girl with a blank stare, before laughing. "Trucy! You had me there for a few seconds!" She turned to the man, who was just looking towards the clock. "Who's this?" The man turned to her and held out a hand, "Quick Sprint. Where is my attorney?" Athena looked helplessly at Trucy, who was still smiling. "Well, Mr. Sprint..." Trucy started, she grabbed Athena, "She's your defense attorney." Athena looked over at Trucy, wide eyed. She looked at Quick, smiling. "Can you give us a second?" Quick nodded, walking out of the room. When Athena was sure he left, she turned to Trucy. "Are you insane? Where's Apollo?" Trucy shrugged her shoulders, a small frown on her face. "I don't know. I came to the office, and all that was in his desk was a note, and the autopsy report for the case." Trucy handed both objects to Athena. Athena looked over the note, which was written in Apollo's neat but choppy handwriting.
-Dear Athena,
Something has come to my attention which needs my knowledge. I apologize for not telling you about about both the case and the errand. I was only given the autopsy report, so I believe I know who the prosecution is... Anyway, good luck in court!
-Apollo
P. S: Trucy, if you see this, give it to Athena, as we both know she could be a bit scatterbrained at times.
Athena laughed when she got to the end of the letter. "He's the one who forgot about the errand, and he calls me a scatterbrain!" She then looked at the autopsy report.
Uncompleted Report
-Victim: Uno Place
-Cause of death: Death was immediate due to one gunshot wound to the skull.
*Uncompleted Autopsy Report added to court record*
(I wonder why it says that it's incomplete... Maybe I should ask the prosecutor in court?)
Athena looked back at Trucy, "Then who's going to be my co-counsel?" Trucy stick her tongue out, tipping her hat slightly. "Well..." Athena laughed, smiling at the childish manner the young magician showed. "It's better than nothing!" Trucy nodded, still smiling, when the court bailiff came in. "Court is now ready. May the defense please take the stand?" Athena nodded, walking into the courtroom with Trucy following right behind her.
Trial Day 1
All Rise
The judge pounded his gavel when he saw Trucy and Athena walk behind the defense stand. "Court is now in session for the trial of Quick Sprint. Is the defense ready?" Athena nodded, pounding her hand with her fist. "The defense is ready your honor!" The judge nodded, "And the Prosecution?" Standing behind the Prosecution's desk was Winston Payne, smiling arrogantly. "Of course your honor." He saw Athena behind the defense stand, "Hmph, well, if it isn't the yellow monkey from the courtroom bombing trial."
(Nice to see you're still an arrogant jerk.)
"*Arrogant jerk.*" The judge banged his gavel, "Ms. Cyke's, please refrain from the outburst please?" Athena nodded, "Sorry your honor..." Payne smirked, patting his hairdo. "Your honor, may I please begin the opening statement?" The judge nodded towards Payne. "Of course Prosecutor Payne, please begin your opening statement." Payne picked up a piece of paper off his desk. "On January 29, a special event was being held at the state park. There was a running track there, where the event was being held. In the middle of the event, there was two special races. The first one held a quarter finals, then the last was the finals. Quick Sprint was in the same race as Uno Place, but lost due to a sprained ankle." The judge shook his head, "How unfortunate, Mr. Sprint must have worked hard to make it to those races..."
Payne nodded, "Indeed, his girlfriend stated that he trained for months before the race. We have all of Mr. Sprint's practice time's on this piece of paper, thanks to his girlfriend. I would like to submit this into the Court Record now." The judge nodded. "The court accepts this as evidence."
*Quick Sprint's practice run times added to the court record*
The judge widened his eyes at the paper, "It seemed Mr. Sprint was very into this race. As it seems that he ran nearly everyday two weeks before the race." Payne nodded, patting his hair once again. "Yes, and that leads me to the actual murder..." Athena fiddled with her earring, then sweat dropped.
(And how did we get to that topic?)
Payne smiled once again, patting his hairdo once again. "The murder occurred at the start of the second race. Mr. Sprint, since he didn't make it to the second race, volunteered to be the referee. Or, as most people prefer to call it, the gun man." The judge widened his eyes, a shocked expression on his face. "So they just handed him a gun?!" Payne shook his head, holding up a gun in a plastic bag. "No, your honor, this gun only fires blanks. Although, someone swapped this one with a real gun." Payne held up another gun, one with a very close resemblance to the real gun. The judge nodded, "The court accepts both the real and fake gun into the court record."
*Real gun and fake gun added to the court record*
"HOLD IT!" Athena slammed the defense stand. "How can you tell which is the real gun or not?" Payne smiled once again, patting his hair. "Silly rookie, have you forgotten that you can examine evidence? Never mind then, the difference is the handle. The real gun has a darker handle than the fake one." Athena sweat dropped once again.
(T-that's it?!)
*Real gun and fake gun updated*
The judge banged his gavel, "Prosecutor Payne, please continue."
Payne picked up another piece of paper off his desk. "According to a couple if witness testimony, when the gunshot to signal the start of the race started, Uno Place fell to the ground. They thought that he only tripped, only to finally realize he didn't when a pool of blood began to pool around the body." The judge nodded after thinking it over. "Ah yes, I believe we have a very clear view of this case so far. May we please have the detective overseeing the case take the stand?" Payne nodded his head, "Of course you honor. May Ms. Check take the stand?"
2 minutes later
A woman stood behind the defense stand, a strict look on her face, shades covering her eyes. Her hand slowly dusted off her black trench coat, which was also covering a black t shirt. Her curly brown hair getting in the way of doing so, which was slightly covered by a fedora. Athena sweat dropped at the sudden atmosphere of the room.
(Although this person is frowning, she seems to bring an upbeat air around her... I wonder why.)
Payne cleared his throat, "Witness, please state your name and occupation." The room was completely silent for a few seconds, before the woman behind the witness stand smiled a bit, using a finger to tilt down her sunglasses a bit. "Witness Mr. Payne? I thought I was a detective? I may look young, but I can probably take you out in 5 seconds flat!" Payne seemed shocked, as he stepped back, his hair falling back with him.
(I'm starting to enjoy this detective. Hope she doesn't turn out like Fulbright...)
Trucy looked towards Athena. "Is that even legal Athena?" The judge looked surprised too, "Uhm... No need for that, just your name and occupation please." The woman sighed, pushing her glasses back towards her face, still wearing that slight smile. "My name is Real Check! I'm a detective!"
(A:N:Yes, I used myself in this story because I had run out of ideas for a detective. That, and it's my story.)
The judge nodded, "May you please give us a testimony of the case so far?" Check nodded, giving a thumbs up. "You got it!"
Witness Testimony
-The case so far-
"Well, since the murder occurred yesterday, we couldn't find a lot of info. One was the fingerprints on the gun, which matched perfectly with the defendant's. The other was the autopsy report. Although we couldn't finish it, the lab guys went into it pretty well, causing the report to come into our hands a little faster."
The judge thought over what Check said. "So the 'lab guys' got an autopsy report out fast, but never finished it?" Real nodded sadly, holding her hat while frowning. "Yeah, I guess they wanted to prove something badly?"
"OBJECTION!" Payne patted his hair smirking. "So what if the autopsy report came earlier than normal, there is no problem with that?"
"OBJECTION!" Athena slammed the defenses stand with her arm. "The fact is Mr. Payne, that the report was never done! What if we missed something?!"
"OBJECTION! Can you prove that they actually missed something Mrs. Cykes?" Athena stood there a second before answering. "No, I don't, but..." She pointed towards Check. "We will find out soon!" The judge banged his gavel. "And on that note, the defense may cross examine the wit- I mean detective."
Cross Examination
-Cykes VS Payne-
"Well, since the murder occurred yesterday, we couldn't find a lot of info." Athena slammed her desk. "HOLD IT! Why did the trial have to be held today if you weren't ready?" Check saluted towards Athena. "Well, it was actually by Mr. Sprint's orders that he wanted his trial held today..." Athena sweat dropped once again.
(Let me get this straight. You expect me to believe that my client wanted to do the whole trial without even the prosecution, detective, and defense ready?)
"*Unbelievable!*" The judge sighed, "I'm going to have to agree with Mrs. Cyke's. That is quiet unbelievable..." Check took her hat off her head, starting to tug on it. "W-well I..."
"OBJECTION! Your honor..." Payne held up another piece of paper. "This is the document stating the requested date of Mr. Sprint's trial. I will submit it to the court record now."
*Trial day request document added to court record*
Athena stared at the document for a few seconds before absently waving towards Check. "Just continue your testimony..." Check smiled, setting her cap back on her head.
"One was the fingerprints on the gun, which matched perfectly with the defendant's." Trucy turned towards Athena. "Something wrong Athena?" Athena nodded her head a bit. "Yeah, maybe... I just need to check one thing..." Athena slammed the desk with her arm once again. "HOLD IT! Which gun exactly did you find the defendant's fingerprints on?" Check pushed down her shades again, "I believe it was the gun with the gun with the lighter handle was the one." The judge looked towards Athena, "Mrs. Cykes, is that statement important to the matter at hand?" Athena fiddled with her earring again. Trucy looked towards her, "Athena, look back in the Court Record if you're stumped! Remember, evidence is the only ammunition you have in court!"
(I believe it would be good if you didn't use the word ammunition in court Trucy...)
Athena looked through the court record quickly, then stopped at a certain piece of evidence. She looked at the judge, putting her hands to her hips, and nodded. "Yes, your honor. This is a very important piece of information!" The judge thought over her statement before banging his gavel. "Very well, may Detective Check please add that statement to her testimony?" Check smiled, putting the glasses back on her face. "I don't mind!"
"The gun with the lighter handle had the defendant's fingerprints on it."Athens smiled, pulling both the real and fake gun out of the court record. "OBJECTION! Let me clarify one last time, the gun with the lighter handle was the only one with the defendant's fingerprints on it, correct?"
"OBJECTION! Mrs. Cykes, please learn to pay attention. The detective stated that the gun with the defendant's fingerprints on it was the gun with the... GAH!" Athena smiled, putting her hands to her hips. "It seems Mr. Payne has already seen the detective's error. If what the detective said was indeed true, then how can you kill someone with a gun that shoots blanks?!" Check gasped, her hat shooting in the air for a second, before landing back on her head. Everyone in the courtroom murmured before being silenced by the judge's gavel.
"OBJECTION!" Payne patted his hairdo and smiled. "It's quiet simple actually, all the defendant had to do was wrap his hand around this gun, put gloves on, and grab the other gun."
"OBJECTION! That sounds too much to do to simply cover ones tracks. All he had to do was get rid of the fake gun, and use the real gun! That's not the case though, as the fake gun has his fingerprints on it!"
"OBJECTION!" Everybody looked around the room, until finally landing their eyes on the detective, who was now frowning. The judge looked at Check suspiciously. "Detective Check, what is the meaning of this intrusion?" Check smirked, pushing her sunglasses with one finger. "Well, it can all be proven who done it..." Check held up her pistol, aiming it upwards at the ceiling, "... With one decisive witness!" Athena sweat dropped, wiping the sweat of her face.
(When were people allowed to aim guns in a courtroom!?)
Payne smiled, patting his hair once again. "Ah yes, I forgot about the witness. Your honor?" Payne turned towards the judge. "I would like to request a 25 minute recess to prepare my witness." The judge thought it over before nodding. "Alright then." The judge banged his gavel. "Court will reconvene in 25 minutes."
(A:N: YES! IT"S DONE! That probably has to be the longest chapter I've ever typed. About 3,000 words. Next chapter will be coming soon, maybe after I finish a bit of my The Last of Us game. Nasty game... Well, R&R people, and remember, your flames can warm my family!)