August 1, 10:30 P.M. District Court, Courtroom No. 4

Edgeworth grinned slyly as Sybil Mackey made her way to the stand. She adjusted the microphone a little bit and coughed, making sure that the judge's hearing aid could detect the sounds she was making. The judge nodded his head. "Witness, you may state your identity for the court."

She resumed, "I am Sybil 'Sybbie' Elizabeth Mackey. I am 17 years of age, Your Honor." Edgeworth interrupted, "The witness is here to provide some information in regards to the shooting of Gregory Watson. Ms. Mackey, you may start when you feel comfortable."

She used her left hand to move some of her long brown hair out of the way. Her eyes made contact with Edgeworth's. "Mr. Prosecutor, you may refer to me as 'Sybbie'. Didn't I just say that?" The prosecutor sighed, "It's disrespectful to refer to people in court by their first name, Ms. Mackey."

She now didn't just look at him. She stared. Her deep blue eyes looked straight at Edgeworth's face, smiling. Edgeworth tried to look at the judge, but Sybil kept on staring at him. He mouthed, "Help me!" to His Honor.

The old man thought. All the while, Sybil's eyes stared deep into Edgeworth's soul.

Finally, the judge said, "Mr. Edgeworth, you have my permission to refer to the witness as 'Sybbie' for the rest of this trial." Immediately, Sybil smiled and said, "Thank you, Your Honor. I will now begin my testimony.

"I was in the crowd, observing Mr. Watson and the Prosecutor's Office conduct their speech on what had happened at the high school. Suddenly, a shot rang out. The sound of an explosion filled the air. Immediately, the principal grabbed his face, and blood was everywhere! Off to my right, I saw another girl, fleeing on foot holding a black object. That girl was, without a doubt, Allison Brooks!"

The judge pondered, "But why wouldn't the killer have stowed their gun after the shooting?" Edgeworth explained, "If a bystander was to try and stop them, they would be able to shoot them dead so they could escape. Besides, a gun, especially a pistol, gets very hot after firing a bullet. It could have ignited their pants on fire!"

"Very well. Ms. Fey, you may start the Cross-Examination." Maya braced herself, hoping she could expose any lies sprinkled into the partial truths. "I was in the crowd, observing Mr. Watson and the Prosecutor's Office conduct their speech on what had happened at the high school."

Maya yelled, "Hold it!"

"Why did you, a high school student, want to pay attention to the slaughter of Reggie Simmons?"

Sybil replied, "He was my boyfriend. And he broke up with me on short notice, but it wasn't... his fault." Edgeworth replied, "What do you mean it wasn't his fault?"

"He broke up with me because... his parents made him!" Edgeworth interrupted, "Objection!"

"Sybbie, I recommend that you make statements relevant to the case."

She sniffed, "Okay. So I was there, and..."

"Suddenly, a shot rang out. The sound of an explosion filled the air. Immediately, the principal grabbed his face, and blood was everywhere! Off to my right, I saw another girl, fleeing on foot holding a black object. That girl was, without a doubt, Allison Brooks!"

Maya yelled, "Hold it!"

"How do you know for sure that the woman you saw fleeing the scene was my client?" Sybil scoffed, "She had long, dark brown hair, just like the defendant!" The judge nodded his head. "I see. Please add that statement to your testimony."

"And I saw a girl with dark brown hair fleeing the scene on foot! She had a pistol in her right hand, and she was running rather fast!" Maya screamed, "Objection!" Her arm extended, and her index finger pointing straight at Sybil's face.

She asked, "Sybbie, are you sure that she was holding a pistol in her right hand?" "Of course! I saw this as it happened!" The "defense attorney" slapped her hands upon the counsel bench. "One thing you forgot to take into account was that Ms. Brooks is left handed! Now tell me why a left-handed person would hold a gun in their bad shooting hand?"

Edgeworth interrupted, "Objection!"

"Your Honor, the hand discrepancy occurred because the defendant simply held the gun with the other hand to throw off police!"

The judge shook his head. "Objection overruled. I do not see the point of switching hands to throw off police if your fingerprints are on it anyway! Sybbie... could you please give your testimony again?"

"And so Mr. Watson was shot. Immediately, I saw a bloody cloud envelop the victim's head. His eyes shut tight and he fell to the ground. His head slammed against the podium and his knees collapsed. The killer then ran way. I heard her footsteps louder than those around me."

The judge shrugged. "It sounds like you were describing the shooting of Mr. Watson rather than what the killer did, but I suppose that the sequence of events that occurred after the shooting could help pin down the killer. Ms. Fey, Cross-Examination!"

"And so Mr. Watson was shot. Immediately, I saw a bloody cloud envelop the victim's head. His eyes shut tight and he fell to the ground. His head slammed against the podium and his knees collapsed. The killer then ran away. I heard her footsteps louder than those around me."

Maya screamed, "Hold it!"

"How exactly were the footsteps 'louder' than the footsteps of other people in the area?" Sybil answered, "The killer was wearing boots with heels that made a cracking sound whenever she took a step. Back to where I was. Ah, yes. And so, the killer made her getaway..."

"And I heard her footsteps much louder than any other person's footsteps!" Maya screamed, "Objection!"

"Sybbie, it just doesn't make sense. Why would an assassin make themselves obvious to those around them? And also... how are you so sure that the killer was female?!"

The jury made a severe racket as a result, but the judge brought the court back to order a few seconds later. He asked, "Indeed. Also, why are we calling the assassin a 'killer' if they didn't kill the victim? I guess it's natural to say that. Sybbie!"

Sybil sighed, "Yes, Your Honor?"

The judge continued, "Sybbie, I would like you to provide accurate testimony rather than speculation to the court. Your credibility has gone down significantly in these past few testimonies. I would prefer the next testimony of yours to be accurate.

"Yes, Your Honor."