(A:N: Ever wish you wanted to delete an OC? Because I really wish I changed Michael's dialogue right now. XD I tried typing this on a word document first, and had to delete the document five times because I can't get his dialogue right. Which is why this chapter took so long to write! Alex: Let's just get to REVIEWS!
technicolortardis: XD Most likely.
Natekleh: :P Yep!
Elchikaah Haly: Thanks! Yeah, I fixed her 'hold it', because here's the thing, I put down that, saved it, fell asleep with the plan to change it, and forgot. XD
Hypertolkien: I'll try. :P
corentin. graulier 3: I'm planning on after writing this story to go back and fix all the errors you've pointed out. Thanks! :D
Guest: XD Yeah, I do. I've been caught.
Me: Let's do this before my head explodes! Alex, DISCLAIMERS! Alex: THE real assistant does NOT own Ace Attorney. Capcom does.)
Profiles
Athena Cykes: Age 18. She's gonna help me during the trial! I just hope she uses Widget too...
Phoenix Wright: Age 34. The defendant on trial today! Let's see if my detective skills can free him.
Gerald 'Green' Tree: Age 68. A debt collector. He was a witness in Daddy's last trial, but now he's the victim of this one.
Real Check: Age 18. The detective for this trial. She seems to be a bit scattered today.
Prosecutor Versteckt: Age ?. The prosecutor for this trial. How did he know who I really am..?
Michael Prower: Age 21. He's a technician and cameraman for a news cast. He seems to never put down his camera for some reason.
Wendy Oldbag: Age ?. An old lady that works the microphone in a news cast. She has a thing for Mr. Edgeworth.
Judge: Age ?. He's the judge overseeing the trial today. He's pretty clueless, but he makes fair verdicts from what I've heard.
Evidence
Attorney's badge: This is really Daddy's, but he's letting me use it for now.
Autopsy Report: Victim died at exactly 12:37 AM due to one puncture through the chest. There are bruises all over the body, deeper study has shown that the bruises were inflicted after death occurred.
Pictures of the Crime scene and weapon: There are a few pictures of Daddy shoving a man onto a trident, and pictures of the trident itself. The trident is rusted, but still sharp. The pictures of the crimes scene is from an unknown source.
Strange Bloodstain: A bloodstain found around the scene of the crime, it's still fresh somehow though...
Riot Stick:A metal stick used by cops, is this what gave Mr. Tree those wounds?
Strange piece of Cloth: A piece of cloth found in the bushes. It's blue with edges of white around the center.
District Courthouse
February 1-1:37 PM
Michael stood behind the stand, fiddling with his camera as he layed it on the stand. Versteckt leaned back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. "Witness, please state your name and occupation for the record." Michael didn't react, he only pulled a wire out of the camera, stretching it in front of his face. Versteckt sighed, shaking his head as he slammed the wall behind him. "Witness!"
"GAH!" Michael dropped the wire, his cap falling into his eyes. "Yo!" He straightened the cap, picked up his camera, and glared at Versteckt. "Yo dawg, like, what the heck was that for?" Versteckt smirked as he leaned back, humming under his breath. "I'm sorry, were you not prepared for your part?
Michael set the camera on his shoulder, tilting his head in the other direction. "What..?" Versteckt gave a sharp laugh, shaking his head. "You simpleton, if you don't understand, then get off the stage!"
(He's having way to much fun messing with him...)
Michael pouted, fiddling with the camera on his right shoulder. "No, I'm, like, ready to go!" Trucy nodded, taking her glasses off to wipe them off. Versteckt sighed before shaking his head, pushing against his mask. "Fine, now, state your name and occupation."
Michael nodded his head, pressing a button on his camera to adjust the lens. "My name is Michael Prower, I'm the cameraman for the local news station." Trucy placed the glasses back on her face before nodding towards Versteckt. Versteckt smirked, and leaned back against the wall, looking at the ceiling. "Can you please testify as to what you saw Mr. Prower?" Michael nodded his head, looking through his camera as he adjusted the lens. "Like, sure man."
Witness Testimony
-It was totally him!-
"So, like, me and the old lady were walking around the park at about 12:30 at night. When we, like, passed the weird fountain thing, we noticed a dude standing infront of another dude. One of the dudes, the one with the spiky hair, shoved the other dude. The old lady, like, shoved me into the bush, so I, like, couldn't see that well. When I got up, like, the spiky haired dude was pushing the other dude onto the fountain. So, like, I took a picture to prove the spiky hair dude was guilty!"
"OBJECTION! Wait, so, Mr. Prower, you actually didn't see the defendant killing the victim?"
"OBJECTION! Ms. Silk, what he saw was as horrible as murder, he saw the defendant piercing the victim with the trident." Versteckt smirked, tapping his knuckle against the prosecutor's bench. "And do I need to remind you that his prop was the trident?"
(Ack! C'mon, think Trucy think!)
"Your honor..." Trucy smiled sheepishly as she tugged on her braid. "Can we please go on to the cross examination?" The judge blinked in shock, subconsciously banging the gavel against the desk. "Really? I would think Mr. Michael's testimony stands well..."
(Most of them are all lies)
The judge shook his head before looking at Michael. "Although, I think we should continue with it. Ahem, the defense may cross examine the witness."
Athena leaned forward, placing a fist to her hip as she groaned. "He was actually thinking he wasn't lying?"
"*That's so stupid!*"
Versteckt gave a sharp laugh as he stood up straight, placing his hands into his pant's pockets. "Interesting device there... I believe we've never met properly. I'm guessing your name is Ms. Cykes?" Athena nodded, flashing a peace sign infront of her as she smiled. "Yep, I'm Athena Cykes, and this here is Widget." Versteckt looked at the device around her neck in curiosity before leaning back, staring up at the ceiling. "I can't wait to see the part in this play for you two then. It should be... Interesting..."
(What does he mean by that?)
The judge banged the gavel against the desk, clearing his throat. "Ahem, and with that, the defense may begin their cross examination."
Cross Examination
-Silk VS Versteckt-
"So, like, me and the old lady were walking around the park at about 12:30 at night."
(Why so late..? I mean, I'm dedicated to magic, but I only stay up at 10:30, tops, to practice...)
"UN MOMENT! Twelve thirty at night seems a little late for taking a walk around the park, don't you think so?" Michael sighed as he re adjusted the lens to his camera, shaking his head. "That's, like, what I said! But the old lady wouldn't have, like, any of it! So I had to, like, walk."
(So, your ears were in danger?)
Versteckt sighed, shaking his head. "Ms. Silk, I don't wish to hear this any longer than I should..." Trucy gulped nervously, tugging on her braid as her glasses tipped slightly. "S-sorry..."
"When we, like, passed the weird fountain thing, we noticed a dude standing infront of another dude."
"UN MOMENT! Mr. Prower, can you give us a better description of the two 'dudes' you saw?" Michael shrugged, tugging on the back of his baseball cap as he did. "Well, like, I didn't see much because it was dark out. I saw one dude wearing some rings, he was, like, right next to the fountain thing."
(That must have been the victim!)
"What about this other 'dude'."
"OBJECTION!" Versteckt stood up straight, slamming the prosecution's desk with one arm as he glared at Trucy, smirking. "Ms. Silk, how is this line of questioning important? We already have a clear picture of the defendant stabbing the victim with the trident, along with this picture." The picture showed up on the holographic screen, earning a small gasp from Michael. "Hey, that's the picture I took!" Trucy leaned forward to get a better look at the picture, holding the glasses on her face to keep them from falling off.
(Well, it does make sense, he was the only one there with a camera.)
*Picture of the crime scene updated in the court record*
(Is there anything else I should question about the two 'dudes'..?)
"Mr. Prower, can you please describe what this other dude looks like?" Michael nodded his head, rubbing his camera's side. "Sure, like, why not?"
"The spiky haired dude was, like, wearing a grey hoodie, but he was wearing suit pants."
Trucy looked back at the picture, a determined look on her face.
(So it has to be Daddy by his hair... Wait, a hoodie?)
Trucy slammed the desk with the palms of her hands, then pointed. "OBJECTION! ..." She fixed the glasses on her face before continuing. "Mr. Prower, you said that the 'spiky haired dude', the defendant, was wearing a hoodie at the time?" Michael nodded, narrowing his eyes as he rubbed his camera. Trucy smirked, shaking her head before patting the desk. "Mr. Prower, in this picture, I think it's quite clear that the defendant, in this picture, at least..." She slammed the defense stand again, her glasses almost falling off her face again. "Was not wearing a gray hoodie!"
"OBJECTION!" Versteckt slammed the prosecutor's desk with his arm, smirking. "Ms. Silk, it has actually crossed my attention, and I think I know why there's an error in the script..." Versteckt slammed the wall behind him, glaring at Trucy. "What if he simply took off the hoodie to attach the body to the trident?"
"OBJECTION! Mr. Versteckt! We don't even know if this hoodie even exists! And besides..." Trucy tugged on her braid, using her other hand to fix her glasses. "Why even take off the hoodie!?" Versteckt leaned back, smirking as he set his hands into his pockets. "It's quiet simple really, if you were the killer, and you had the chance of a spare outfit, would you wear it..?" Trucy placed a finger to her chin in thought before shaking her head. "That would take to long! Besides, we need to think about now! From Mr. Prower's testimony, we can predict it didn't take long for him to even get back up!"
"OBJECTION!" Versteckt scowled, standing up straight as he glared at Trucy. "Incompetent child... Fine. You want to see if this hoodie exists? I thought this prop wouldn't have needed use, but I guess Ms. Silk forgot hers at home. Your honor" Versteckt smirked as he held up a gray hoodie, with a red stain on the front. "I would like to submit this to the court record, if that is fine with you." The judge nodded before slamming the gavel against his desk. "The court shall accept this hoodie as evidence."
*Bloodstained hoodie added to the court record*
(What is this with killers and hoodies..?)
Versteckt smirked again, leaning back as he glared at Trucy. "Satisfied Ms. Silk..?" Trucy looked at the hoodie again, taking off her glasses to wipe them off multiple times while doing so. It was a hoodie that looked exactly like Phoenix's old one, just with a giant, red stain in the front.
(This is bad... Really really bad... I need to do something! ... That's it, I need more time, but how..?)
"UN MOMENT!" Trucy tapped her chin in thought, staring off to the left. "Mr. Versteckt, do we know who this hoodie belongs too..?" Versteckt stood up straight, and Trucy could swear she saw his eyes widen slightly. There was silence before he leaned forward, smiling sheepishly as he leaned on one arm. "No... We have not looked deeper into this since I thought that this wouldn't be needed for the trial."
(That isn't a facial expression I would expect from him...)
Versteckt shut his eyes, seeming to think before they snapped open. He smirked at Trucy, standing up straight again. "Your honor, I would like to request a small recess to look deeper into the hoodie. Say about... Two hours?" The judge blinked in surprise, nearly dropping his gavel. "T-two hours?!" Versteckt gave a sharp laugh before looking at the judge, nodding his head. "Of course, your honor, we need to find the truth for this trial... And I also wish to win this without having the props failing." The judge shut his eyes, seeming to think it over.
(C'mon... C'mon...)
The judge sighed before nodding, banging the gavel against the wooden desk. "Alright then, I'll allow this two hour recess. Court is adjourned." Trucy inwardly celebrated as everyone in the gallery stood up, she heard Athena sigh before patting her on the shoulder. "Good job Truce, that looked tough." Trucy snickered before whispering back. "Cause it was tough."
"Ms. Silk." Trucy looked across the courtroom to see Versteckt, who was humming as he took out his cellphone. "Don't think you can fool me, I know what you're doing." Trucy smiled, setting her hands to her hips as she narrowed her eyes at Versteckt. "Oh yeah, what's that?" Versteckt made a sharp laugh, making a more deapthing sound in the now empty courtroom. "Yes, you're stalling!"
"... Stalling?"
"Yes, stalling."
"... Stalling..?"
"... Yes, stalling." Trucy smirked inwardly as she saw Versteckt frown, placing a hand to her chin in thought. "So wait... You think I'm..? Stalling?" Versteckt threw his hands in the air, giving a strangled sound. "Yes, Ms. Silk, stalling. Now, excuse me, I have a phone call to make."
"To who?" Versteckt yelped slightly as Real poked her head out from the gallery, her sunglasses balancing on her nose. "Wanna tell me sir?" Versteckt scoffed, placing his phone back in his pocket as he tried to ignore Trucy and Athena's snickers. "Yes, you. I need you to do me a-"
Real snapped, or at least tried to, and shook her head. "Awh man, and I thought you actually made a friend outside of work!" Versteckt glared at Real, grabbing the hoodie and handing it to her as Trucy laughed. "I don't need friends, I thought I already told you this." Real took the hoodie, smiling slightly as she winked at Trucy and Athena. "Well, you know me, I have the attention span of a goldfish!" She walked towards the entrance before looking behind her, forcing a small frown on her face. "By the way, I cleaned your office, the papers were a mess!"
Versteckt's head snapped up, and he sprinted towards the entrance. "Real, I thought I told you to never touch that!?" Real stepped out of his way as he ran out the door, snickering slightly. Trucy walked up to Real, tapping her shoulder. "Did you really clean up his office..?" Real shook her head, looking down at the hoodie as she smirked. "Nah, I'm evil, but not that evil... So I guess I'm taking this to forensics..?" Athena, who jogged quickly behind Trucy, nodded her head. "Yep, better make it fast, trial is restarting in two hours."
Real mumbled as she walked out of the courtroom, Trucy and Athena trailing behind. "Hey, Hecate, we should go see Mr. Wright!" Trucy thought it over before nodding, walking over towards the defense lobby. "Sure, let's go!"
(A:N:*does small victory dance* Yes! It's finally done! I had a lot of spare time when I was sick, and so I wrote this in my spare time! I really hope you all enjoy this, and I hope it makes up for the really long wait! R&R, and remember, your flames warm my family!)