(( sorry for how long winded this chapter may seem, i was planning to include more, but i decided it isn't very necessary. Happy Holidays everyone!))

Chapter 2 Franziska's p.o.v 10th February

"What..?" I ask, dumbfounded, gob-smacked, in pure and utter shock by the words of the rookie detective

"Heidi Mead, your sister, and her husband are dead," he repeats. I stare at him, a blank expression resting on my pale face. He approaches closer; I think to give his condolences.

"Don't get any closer!" I warn him, though my voice catches.

"They were killed," he whispers to me. "They were decapitated," he finishes.

Ignoring him I march straight out of my office, and into my car.

Mead house 14:35

I've only been invited to this house during occasions such as Christmas; I've only been here once when my Niece was born, I never accepted any of their invites, because it was so awkward, walking into a loving, caring family that I have no experience of. I can imagine Heidi right there in the living, sitting on the furry carpet rather than leather sofas, reading her favourite books, Colin, her husband, twirling her hair whilst sitting alongside her, and their Daughter sitting on a sofa above them, her feet on their heads, as she makes comments the latest episodes of her favourite television shows.

I see nothing of that now. I see that purple carpet, stained in a strange shade of deep red, blood red of course. Petals surround the scene of the crime, outlining the shape of their dead bodies. Thankfully their dead bodies were taken to a morgue, if their lifeless bodies were in front of me; I have no idea what I would have done. I feel a tug on my back

"Auntie, what happened?" I hear the small figure behind me croak. I turn and see my Niece, her brown hair covering her face.

I bend down to embrace, she clings tight, and we stand there in silence, allowing each other to mourn in silence. Nine years old and already an orphan. I can only imagine her walking home from a tough day in school, knocking on the door and finding no response, Peeking through the mirror to see if her parents are home, and instead sees the remains of what were her parents.

"When I came from school, I find this, I see this, mama and daddy," she confirms my theory, breaks in between her words.

"shh," I tell her. I wish I can say everything would be okay, but I know it won't be, she isn't foolish enough to believe it either. All I can do is hold her as I am, and find out who did this. Avenge her parents, my sister. None of this will be for my sake anymore, but for her. I pull her out of my embrace and hold her face gently.

"I promise I will get to the bottom of this," I whisper, afraid what would happen if I use my voice. "And when I do, I promise I will come back for you," I say feeling my tears well up.

"Auntie," she says, tears welling up also. She doesn't hug me again but stands in front of me, as I crouch to her level and watch her choke on her tears. The detective takes her away from me and into an ambulance. I can hear her cries elevate into shrieks of agony, but rather than going back I head towards an unfamiliar figure.

"You must be the sister," the female muses. I notice the burn marks on the side of her face, must have been a painful experience. I nod my head, still unsure whether I should speak.

"We believe that the murder is not a usual one," she pauses

"Go on," I gesture, feeling a bit impatient.

"Suggesting by the use of petals, I think this could be the work of a serial killer," a forensic suggests.

"Daniel Poole," he introduces himself, perhaps the only person who has so far.

"As I was saying, serial killers normally like to leave a certain hint that they have been a witness, or even the culprit of a crime, Such as Shelly De killer, a famous serial killer in America," I understand exactly what he means by this, I remember the case I was involved in myself.

"So there have been other murders that had petals?" I ask the forensic, hoping that I could at least get a lead.

"Well yes, there has been, but it may seem a bit far-fetched," he starts.

"There have been other cases like this in America," so I have to go back there again. I think I know where is heading as well.

"But there has only been one, and it occurred…" he stopped

"Nine years ago," we both finish. So this Daniel Poole has been doing a lot of, irrelevant may I add, research. Nonetheless he has given me a good place to start my investigation, America, The home of all the Corruption that my family was involved in.

"Here's an autopsy," he hands it to me before he leaves. That was fast.

I head outside, trying to gain my composure. America, out of all places I have to return to that blasted country. It seems I'll need help from the greatest fool, out of all the fools in this foolish world. He would help too; he has too, especially since he has a better relationship with Heidi than I ever did.

I dial his number on my phone.

"Franziska, this is rare," he began; I can feel his smirk from across the phone.

"Nice to hear from you too, Miles Edgeworth, I'm assuming all is well," I try my best to sound nonchalant, but instead I sound monotonous.

"And I'm assuming it's the other way around for you," he says.

"You assume a lot of theories. I'm arriving to America tomorrow; can I speak to you sometime then?" I ask

"Okay meet me at tre bien," he answers. I felt like throwing up everywhere.

"I'll meet you at your office instead," I hang up the phone

11th February 18:00

Edgeworth's office

"You're late," he says.

"Well done for stating the obvious," I retort. He shoots me a look.

"What's wrong?" he asks me. Suddenly feeling paranoid I clamp my mouth shut, avoid his gaze. It was hard leaving my niece back, not taking her with me. But she's with her paternal grandparents, so she's in much safer care than if she were with me. Now I have to somehow tell him the news, without getting him interested. I hate how he always finds a way to get himself involved. In fact I shouldn't be here; I shouldn't have made such a big deal about this.

"Nothing," I answer "have a good day," I uncharacteristically compliment him. I head for the door to leave; I shouldn't have tried to involve him. Now I have to find a way for him to lose interest.

"Wait," he calls out, "How about we go for a walk?" he suggests, at six in the evening.

"Fine," I answer.

Café queen 18:10

I sit on a chair opposite my little brother, feeling more timid than ever. Despite my lack of appetite he still orders me a cream soda, my favourite drink when I was a child. I fiddle about with the straw, as he takes a few sips of his drink. I notice how the drink was getting colder as time went by

"What brings you here?" he asks me, placing his drink on the table. That's when I notice how the colour changes from blue to purple.

This scene is so strangely familiar, somewhat nostalgic too. I look up to see he was perfectly fine. I'm just being paranoid now. Then it hits me. As he takes another sip I knock the glass on the floor.

"Miles! Are you okay?" I shout, not too bothered of the worried crowd that's growing. I am too late, he goes limp, starts convulsing. I rush to him, my arms supporting his head.

"Is there a doctor in here?" I shout. A few people make way towards me, and take my brother away from my arms. I dial 911 and watch them as they do the best they can, without any medical equipment.

"poisoning," a small girl tells me. "I think you noticed it too though," she adds. I did notice it; the poison that was added takes a while to dissolve which caused the colour to change a strange shade of purple. The culprit also must have taken some too, I look at my cream soda, from green to a revolting shade of brown.

Atroquinine poisoning

(( i hope this chapter was fun to read. i decided to change the point of view for this chapter, otherwise the future chapters would have been very confusing. and yes i am sorry for how poorly written this was. i kept some characters unnamed because they would either be named later, or are generally unimportant. i have way too many OC's))