A/N: Get your favorite 'Pursuit' ready, everyone, because it's finale time! While not the true ending to the case, the main culprit and the mysteries eventually do come to light (spoilers, tho). Anyways, enjoy and I'll see you all next time!

ShredderRex14 Presents

Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney ~ Courtroom Champions

-September 5, 2:17 PM-
-District Court-
-Defendant Lobby No. 4-

"Mr. Wright? Are you well?"

Phoenix slowly opened his eyes and saw Apollo, Athena, and David hovering over him. The lights in the lobby blinded Phoenix as he stood up on the couch in the room. Phoenix held his head and said, "Ugh… what happened?"

"It was Hera." Apollo told him. "She knocked you out with one of her 'gadgets'. That… jerk."

Phoenix slowly stood up and said, "Well… no matter the case. No matter what, Damien can't run. He's on the ropes. It's only a matter of time before he-." At that instance, Phoenix made eye contact with Raya Novak, who was staring deeply at him.

"Oh! Ms. Novak! Any update on the proceedings? Or the witness in general?" Phoenix asked. Raya continued to stare at him. After a second has passed, Raya raised up her fist and punched Phoenix right in the face, knocking him out senseless yet again.

"Mr. Wright? Are you well?"

Minutes have passed. Phoenix, again, woke up, with slightly more pain than when he last gained consciousness. His nose was bleeding slightly and his left cheek was incredibly sore. When he looked forward, he saw Raya ready to attack yet again. Apollo and Athena ran in front of Raya to stop her. "Raya! What is the meaning of-!?" Phoenix snapped as Raya pushed Apollo and Athena aside.

"How could you!?" Raya cried at him. "You promised me you would never, ever, ask about her arm… now you know why."

Phoenix stood still; he could not say anything, unsure if it was from the throbbing pain in his head, or the remorse.

"Raya… I… I'm sorry, I just-." Phoenix choked, only to be interrupted by Raya yet again.

"And to make matters worse," she snapped, jabbing his shoulders with her finger, "you accused Hera – my sister, the only one I have in my life – a murderer. You may be a lawyer, Mr. Wright, but that Hope man is right: you are but a man. A sad, selfish man who is empty inside!"

Phoenix had no retort to that. He just stood there, silently. Athena, David, and Apollo looked at them both. "Raya…" Athena said. Phoenix held up a gesture to get Athena to stop. Raya continued.

"Whatever respect I had for you, Mr. Wright, is dead. How does that make you feel?"

With that final remark, Raya left the lobby. The four individuals stood there, silent. Phoenix looked to the floor, took a deep breath, and said, "We need to focus. We're not out of the woods yet. Damien could wiggle his way out of here still," in order to change the subject. Apollo looked to Phoenix, then nodded. "R-right!"

David was quiet. He continued to look at the lobby doors Raya walked out of. "Mr. Wright, I..." before David could speak, the bailiff entered.

"Ah, good. You're awake, sleepy-head. Time to go to the courtroom. Time's wasting." After he finished, Phoenix took another deep breath and entered the courtroom with the company he had.

-September 5, 2:30 PM-
-District Court-
-Courtroom No. 4-

Wasting no time, His Honor slammed his gavel. "Now then, Mr. Wright, I hope you're well-rested now."

Phoenix blushed, saying, "I-I apologize, Your Honor." (Can we get the Judge to pick on the prosecution for having a weapon in this court? This is getting ridiculous.)

Hera stood at her end and smiled. "A girl's gotta defend herself, Wright."

Phoenix stared coldly at Hera. (I may have gotten the wind kicked out of me, but I'm ready for whatever comes my way.)

"Good." The Judge said aloud. "Now then, let's continue. Let it be known that I am beginning to lose patience with this proceeding. Which is why I will let this trial go on for a little while longer. Now, let's speak with the witness once more."

A moment has passed before Damien approached the stand. He was still nervous, but at the same time, much more calm that before. "Mr. Hope, are you ready?" The Judge asked him.

"Y-yes, Your Honor." Damien stuttered. "I'm afraid I must apologize. For you see, I have never been in a courtroom before. I'm just overwhelmed with how these proceedings go. I will now be completely direct from this point on."

(More lies! Just you wait, Damien, once you slip up, you're mine!)

"Very good." His Honor said. "Mr. Wright, let's continue. What were you saying before the recess?"

"Huh?" Phoenix replied. Clueless, Phoenix scratched his chin. "Er… what was it again?"

Hera sighed. "We were going to have Hope show us his hand. So how about it, witness? Can you do that for us?"

Damien was silent, then sighed. "Yes… yes, I can. I was just embarrassed to show this, but if I have no choice, then I will do as you say." Damien then held up his right arm and rolled down his sleeve. Just right on his palm was a wound; a deep cut.

(The wound! I knew it!) Phoenix slammed his desk. "Mr. Hope, how do you explain this wound?"

"I had it a day before the murder." Damien told Phoenix. "I was tending to the garden and I cut myself with some tools. I was embarrassed, so I told no one."

"Likely story!" Phoenix retorted. "Damien, this is the end of the line!"

Damien was silent, then slowly looked up at Phoenix. "Mr. Wright… aren't you forgetting something? You are forgetting the most important evidence of all?"

"What…?"

Damien flipped his hair and said, "Motive."

Phoenix was quiet. Suddenly, he lurched forward and stuttered, "M-motive?"

"What reason would I have to kill my mentor?" Damien replied. "What would I, a revered priest, want from petty murder?"

"I… well…" Phoenix replied weakly.

"You have just about as much evidence to convict anyone. Hell, David is just as, if not more, guilty than I am. So how about it, 'Blue Apostle'?"

Damien, with his left hand, slammed the stand and leaned in. "What's my motive!?"

Phoenix was speechless. "Your motive… your motive… it's…"

Hera shook her head. "You're correct, Phoenix. This is the end of the line. For you, that is. If you cannot decipher a motive, then this man is innocent."

Damien chuckled. After a moment of giggling, Damien exploded into full-on, maniacal laughter, much to Phoenix's and Apollo's surprise. Damien dropped his head, causing his hair to fall over. Damien fixed his hair and smiled at Phoenix with a sinister grin. "C'mon, Apostle. Let's see what you got."

Phoenix stared at Damien. Damien continued chuckling. "What's wrong, Apostle? You speechless?"

Phoenix continued staring before he finally said, "Before I get to that… what exactly is David's motive again?" Damien chuckled at that question.

"You… are such an idiot! You know that? It was because of greed, Wright. The worst sin."

"Greed? What do you mean?"

"Rumor has it the church has a fortune beneath them. About a week ago, David saw the treasure himself. Possessed by his own selfish greed, he killed Owen for it. Those two didn't exactly see… eye-to-eye, you see? David killed him for the treasure!"

"I… I see. How about you?"

Damien fell quiet. "How do you mean?"

"Did you see the treasure for yourself?"

"I… well, no. But Brother David told me all about it. Enough treasure to make a dozen men rich, he said!"

Hera slammed her desk. "Mr. Wright! Stop changing the subject! What is this man's motive, if any?"

"Ms. Novak, don't you see?" Phoenix told her. "I just found the witness' motive right here."

Damien started to sweat. "I… I beg your pardon?"

"A fortune beneath the church… sounds a bit crazy, don't you think? Well… what if I told you this treasure does not exist?" Damien laughed.

"Don't be crazy! Father Owen showed David first-hand not even a week ago!"

"And yet… you haven't seen it?" Phoenix taunted, smiling.

"Objection!" Hera shouted, slamming her arm on the desk. "Did my dart make you insane, Wright!? What are you on about?"

Phoenix pointed at Damien and said, "Ms. Novak, Mr. Hope let his guard down."

"I… I what?" Damien said, getting nervous, his face stooping low.

"He just confirmed two things for us. One, that he does, indeed have a motive. It was all about the treasure, wasn't it, Hope?" Damien clutched onto his chest, his teeth gritting.

"Impossible… what did I…?"

"Secondly… this proves, without a doubt, David has no motive at all." Phoenix announced. "That is, if he saw the treasure, as you put it."

"Mr. Wright…" Hera growled. "Get to the point. Are you saying this treasure does not exist?"

Phoenix nodded. "Yes. Mr. Hope, I have evidence the treasure is all gone! Take that!" Phoenix presented the Filch Statue to the court. The court stared at it in confusion.

"What an ugly thing." Hera commented. "Why are you showing us this?"

"Years ago, this treasure was stolen by Phineas Filch's ancestor. I personally saw this underneath the church. Only scraps of gold remains." Phoenix explained to the court.

Hope stared viciously at Phoenix and said, "You… you went down there? How…!?"

"Not important. What matters is that David saw no real 'fortune'." Phoenix slammed his desk and cried, "David Vaughan had no real motive to kill Mr. Miles!"

Damien shook his body violently. "No… no way… the treasure… it's gone… MY TREASURE!" Damien leaped up and wrapped his arms around his head. Meanwhile, Apollo was idly pensive as he whispered,

"Why does this seem so… familiar?"

"I can't believe this." Damien growled, banging his head on the stand. "Everything I have done… was all for naught."

Phoenix looked at Damien and said, "Wait… Mr. Hope. What did you say?" Damien stood still. Eventually he slowly lifted his head and said,

"Well… the truth finally comes out… won't it? I needed that treasure. More than anyone!" Damien roared. "How could… a couple of petty lawyers and a slacking janitor's ancestor take that away from me!?"

Phoenix looked straight at Damien. Damien's head was down in shame. Hera was also silent. "Go ahead." Damien told the court. "Do what you will. I'm not confessing. But I will say no more."

(…That's good enough for me.) "Your Honor… there you have it. It's over." Phoenix told the Judge. The Judge's eyes were closed. He eventually opened them and nodded. "Very well."

(It's over… it's finally over… I won.)

The Judge slammed his gavel and announced, "I think that is all we have to hear. Clear, concrete proof that David Vaughan had no motive. But at the same time, this witness, Mr. Hope has plenty of reason for suspicion." Damien remained silent as the Judge continued.

"If there are no more objections, I think I will declare my verdict. Defense?" Both Apollo and Phoenix were silent as they glared at Damien and Hera.

"Prosecution?" Hera stood there in silence, her eyes closed.

"Witness? Any final remarks?" Damien was absolutely silent, his head laying on the stand.

"Well… I think that'll do it, then. This court hereby finds Mr. Damien Hope-." At that moment, the Judge was interrupted by a loud, ear-wrenching screeching sound. The sound was enough to make anyone there panic. All eyes went to Hera, who was grinding the claws of her robotic arm on her desk. As she reached the end, she flew her arm off, wood shavings flying away.

After a brief silence, Hera said, "I'm sorry, did I interrupt something? Well… while you're quiet, I have something to say to the defense."

Phoenix stared at Hera and said, "Y-yes?"

Hera replied, "Do you always… bury yourself in your own grave?"

"Wh… what?" Phoenix had no idea where this was going. Hera tapped her cheek with her metal claw and said,

"So brash… no inane… no naïve… like all men. Everything you have said and done means nothing."

"What… but-!"

"Quiet, You!" Hera slammed her desk and exclaimed, "You have only proved two things: the fact this man pre-recorded a speech, and he has a motive. That means nothing. You can't even prove that he was, in fact, in the crime scene that night."

"Objection! Must I remind you about the statue? How else would he know about that!?"

"Objection! He explained that. He merely saw the statue after the night of the murder. That's how." Hera explained, brushing her hair out of her face.

Damien looked at the prosecutor, smiled, then turned back to the defense. "Sh-she's right! I-I was just about to say that, in fact! You can't prove I was there that night, can you?"

"Mr. Hope could've gone anywhere during his speech. Hell, he could've gone to grab a cup of coffee without anyone noticing."

Phoenix slammed his desk, hard. "That's absolutely ludicrous!"

Hera slammed her desk in response and said, "Not as 'ludicrous' as your own claims, Wright! So… can you prove this innocent, harmless priest is a murderer Wright? Can we be done with this now?"

Damien laughed. "Of course he can't! He's just a stupid, selfish, moronic, naïve, sinful lawyer. Always will be."

"M… Mr. Wright!"

David Vaughan suddenly approached the witness stand, much to everyone's shock. David has his hands to his chest, fear in his eyes. "Mr. Wright… you can't let Damien win! He is a crook! A killer! A liar!"

Damien pushed David away. "Silence! You are the real killer here, David! You and your brother are banes on this world! If you have anything to repent, now's the time."

David started breathing heavily. "I… I have nothing to repent… JUDAS."

Damien growled. "Watch your tongue, Vaughan."

David turned to Phoenix. "Mr. Wright! This is not Damien Hope! His real name is Judas Façade! I… I have kept quiet about this for far too long! Phoenix… Apollo… I believe in you… please… HELP ME!"

Apollo leaned in on the desk. "D-David!?"

"Bailiff! Seize the defendant at once!" The Judge ordered. A bailiff then went on to grab David and drag him back to the defendant's seat. Phoenix and Apollo could clearly see tears in David's eyes. Phoenix clenched his fists.

"Now then… Mr. Wright?" The Judge said. "Do you have any evidence that Mr. Hope here was in the crime scene that night? Any at all?"

Phoenix was still. Apollo leaned in. "We gotta do something, boss!"

Phoenix took a deep breath. "Apollo… there is no evidence here that can point 'Damien', or… Judas, or whoever, out as a killer. It's over."

"Phoenix… it's not over." Apollo said, smiling.

Phoenix looked at Apollo. "Huh? How can you say that?"

"There is still evidence that can prove Damien is the killer. You have to look hard."

"Evidence? Like what?"

Apollo looked at Phoenix, smiling, and said, "Mr. Wright… to be honest… I have no clue."

"Huh? But… how can you say that with a smile on your face?"

"Because as long as we have that ever-so slim chance of victory… what do we have to be afraid of?"

(Apollo…)

"Think back to what Maria said yesterday. You remember, don't you?"

Phoenix turned away and thought about what Maria said.

"…we must first have faith in ourselves and those around us."

Phoenix looked straight up and nodded. (I get it. As well as having faith in ourselves, we must have faith that the evidence we have will lead us to the truth!)

The Judge grasped his gavel. "If nothing more is to be said, I shall now announce a verdict for Mr. Vaughan."

Damien chuckled. "Does that mean I can go?"

"Yes, Mr. Hope. You did well today. Good luck with the church."

Damien nodded. "Bless you all. Please take it easy on Mr. Vaughan. It's not all his fault for being the sociopath that he is. Now… I will be on my way."

"Objection!"

Phoenix slammed his desk and shouted, "Mr. Hope, or Façade, or whoever you are! Your lies and terror end here!"

Damien just smiled. "Let it go, Wright. You have nothing in your pockets."

Phoenix shook his head. "Not sure about that. I may have more than you think." Phoenix pointed his finger at Damien and cried, "Mr. Hope, you left something in Owen's office that night. And I think I know what it is!"

Damien smirked and shook his head. "As if. I have everything I need, right here." Damien crossed his arms, the light reflecting off his numerous silver rings.

"Mr. Hope, it's possible you left something rather valuable in that room. Didn't you?"

Hera chuckled. "Mr. Wright… if you are so positive… then let's see it."

Phoenix nodded. "Very well." (I don't know for sure… but if I can pinpoint something Damien could have left at the crime scene, we might have a chance. And that's all that is riding on this: a chance.)

"This is what Damien left at the crime scene! Take that!" Phoenix shouted, presenting David's silver ring. "Damien, does this look familiar at all?"

Damien stared at it and said, "…Is that-?"

Phoenix nodded. "Yes. A ring. A silver ring, to be precise."

"And what exactly does this heinous jewelry prove?" Hera questioned. "If you found this in the crime scene, then don't bother. There's no way to prove it."

Phoenix shook his head. "This is David's ring. He gave it to us from the Detention Center. But here's what's important. Damien has a collection of rings. It's likely he dropped one in the crime scene."

From the corner of his eye, Phoenix caught Damien glancing down at his hands and looking at his rings. Damien's eyes grew. He then looked at Phoenix and forced a smile. "A-another r-r-ridiculous lie, W…Wright. I have all I need right here." Damien held up his hands, the rings sparkling amidst the lights.

"Let's prove it, then." Phoenix smiled triumphantly. "I'm going to prove right here, right now, you were sloppy."

"Objection!" Hera slammed her desk and yelled, "You're grasping straws, Wright! The entire investigation team scoured the crime scene, looked through every nook and cranny, and found no 'ring'. If you're so sure of yourself, you'll only need one try, don't you agree?"

(I smell a big, fat penalty coming my way if I flub this up. But not to worry! I know exactly where it could be. I just need to have a little bit of faith.)

"Let me see the crime scene photo!" Phoenix ordered. After receiving the photo, Phoenix analyzed the photo. All that could be seen was Owen's corpse, his desk, and his jar of blood. "This is where Damien dropped the silver ring!"

"Take that!"

Pointing right at the jar of blood, Phoenix said, "This is where Damien dropped his ring!" Hera could only shake her head.

"Disappointing, Wright. You had one job, and you failed at that. I knew you were hopeless!"

The Judge squinted at the photograph. "That's… that's not what I think it is… is it?" Phoenix nodded.

"That's correct, Your Honor. It's the jar of blood from earlier. As you can see, there is no lid or cover for it."

"Why, that's dreadful. Someone could really make a mess!"

"Yes… or drop something in it."

Damien returned to breathing heavily, glaring at Phoenix. "What are you implying…?"

"During your fight with Owen, Mr. Hope, you could have dropped something. Like a ring, perhaps?" Phoenix told him. "Your Honor, I move to have this jar of blood examined right at this moment!"

His Honor nodded. "Very well. I hope this gives us something useful."

(Yeah… same here…)

A long while has passed before the police returned with the jar of blood. (Well, that was quick.)

"How about it? Did you see anything in the blood?" The Judge asked.

"Er… yeah… about that… maybe you could take a look for yourself, Your Honor." An officer said. "We, uh, kinda prefer to not touch it."

(What kind of investigators are you!?)

The Judge stared at the jar. "Oh! Um… Mr. Wright! Why don't you take a look! It is your case, after all."

"Huh? Oh! Oh, no thank you, Your Honor." Phoenix said, smiling. "This is your court, you do the honors… Your Honor."

"I'm not touching that blood!" His Honor cried.

Apollo leaned in and said, "Don't look at me! I'm not digging my hand through there."

"That's enough!" Hera shouted. "I'll do it! I have to do everything around here, don't I?"

The jar was then brought to her. With her glove still on, Hera dipped her hand inside the jar of blood. Everyone was on edge as she moved her hand around, digging for something… anything. Suddenly, Hera's face when white and her eyes grew. "No… no, no, no!"

"Hera Novak! Did you find anything!?" Phoenix called out. Hera was speechless. She slowly took her hand out… and pulled out a blood-covered object. After wiping the blood off, it was clear to everyone that it was a silver ring. It matched David's own ring.

(I… I can't believe it! It's really here!)

Damien's face got bigger. Hera drooped down and said, "This is impossible! This must be some sort of trick! Right, witness!?"

Damien had nothing to say except for gasps and heavy grumbles.

Phoenix nodded. "There you have it. A simple DNA test will show us the true bearer of that ring. If Damien's prints are on that ring, then we have our answer!"

Damien groaned once again. "You… you… you're going to have to do better than that, Wright!"

Phoenix growled. (Not again! What does he want now!?)

Damien began laughing once again, his skin turning pale. "This hardly proves anything! The ring could have been there for who knows how long! Remember, Owen's death was an accident! An accident you cannot prove! David attacked him! You are wrong, Wright! Let me hear you say it! Say it so loud the HEAVENS can hear you!"

Silence. Phoenix Wright looked to Damien while Hera had her hands nervously at her chest. "Witness… do you know what you just did?"

Damien looked around. "What's wrong? What did the lawyer say this time that's baffling?"

"It's not the lawyer, witness." Hera growled. "It's you."

Damien was still clueless. "Wha…"

Phoenix shook his head. "Let me spell it out for you, witness. You still claim you were doing the sermon that night. However, you said the death was an accident. We made it clear numerous times that no information was to be made aloud to the public. Miss Novak… when did we make it clear the death was an accident?"

Hera glared at Phoenix and said, "This morning. Before this witness was ever here." Damien tried to speak, but could only choke.

"Mr. Hope… if this was your first trial, then how do you know this?" Phoenix, with fierce power, pointed his finger at Damien and said, "Because you were there that night, weren't you!?"

Damien stared coldly at Phoenix, flinching. Both hands were grasping the stand as he slowly ducked under the stand. After a moment, Damien's head flew up, giving a fierce, might roar of either anger or fear.

. . . . .

. . . . .

"My name… is Judas Façade. I am no priest.

And it's true. I killed Owen Miles. I am the one to blame."

All eyes were on Damien, or formally known as Judas, as he was giving his confession.

Judas clenched his fist and continued. "I was a gambler. One of the best in the business. One night… I was on a roll. I was doing so hot… that I literally gambled my life away. My home… my wife… my daughter… I gambled them. Then suddenly… I lost. Big time. Everything was taken from me. But these were dangerous men… I couldn't say no."

Hera looked at Judas. "You pig…" She whispered.

Judas sighed and said, "I was desperate. Then I heard about this fortune at a church. It was my perfect shot."

"It was quite a risk for a quote-unquote 'urban myth'." Phoenix told him.

"I had no choice. I needed a home anyway, and that fool Owen Miles was willing to take me in. I tried earning his trust so I can see the damn treasure myself. However he got his nose into places where it doesn't belong. So I had to get out of there."

"And murdering him was out of the question?" Phoenix questioned.

Judas chuckled. "I wasn't that desperate, old man. That was when I hatched my plot."

"You mean with the CD?" The Judge asked Judas, who nodded.

"Yes. I pre-recorded it and fooled that stupid teen to play it during my 'sermon', which everyone bought, mind you."

("Teen"? He must be talking about DJ…)

"So while my plan was laid out, I entered Owen's office and tried to scare the truth from him. But the old man just had to make it difficult for me, you know?" Judas then held up his hand. "He slashed my damn hand. That's when it happened. I fought back… he fell onto that shelf… and the statue landed right on him. I wanted to vomit.

Just when I could grab what I came for, however, that prick David showed up. I got out of there to hide, but that janitor chased me out of there. I had to make my way around. I went on the stage in the room just as the cops arrived, thank God.

"That was when I noticed that idiot David getting the blame. I had to ensure it stayed that way. That's when I went through his blood and painted the room with it, even covering my own tracks at that."

"I must say, witness." The Judge said. "You had this all planned out from the beginning."

"That I did. And of course that red-head broad… she tried to stick her nose in my business too. I knocked her senseless and got her out of there. She's lucky I held myself, or else she still wouldn't be here."

Apollo growled. "You are a horrible man."

The Judge shook his head, and closed his eyes. "Ironic… the love of money is the root of all evil. You should've tried a different church.

The Judge opened his eyes and said, "Murder, kidnapping, perjury, and a frameup… unbelievable. Mr. Hope – er, uh, Façade – you are hereby under arrest. You have anything to say in your defense?"

Judas shook his head. "Nothing to be said, Your Honor. Do what you will."

"Alrighty then. I hereby pronounce Mr. Façade…"

"Hold it!"

David Vaughan approached the stand. "Your Honor, if I may?"

"Mr. Vaughan?" His Honor said in shock. "What are you doing?"

"I just… may I have some final words with Mr. Façade?" David asked.

"Vaughan…?" Façade whispered.

David walked in front of the stand and said, "Mr. Façade… I know you and I haven't exactly met eye-to-eye on some things… but I think we can change this."

Judas' heart dropped. "What are you talking about?"

"I of course mean discipleship." David offered. "If you're interested."

Judas' lips quivered. "You… no… I…" David then turned to the Judge and said,

"Your Honor! I humbly ask that in exchange for his prison setting, he is to be placed under probation at the church." Judas then collapsed on the stand, sweating.

"What, WHAT!?"

"We will disciple him and make him see the errors of his ways. I still truly believe there is good within Judas. I have seen him do remarkable things for the church. Believe me."

"That… that is a rather odd request… but I suppose it can be possible." The Judge commented.

Judas began hyper-ventilating. "No… Your Honor! No! Don't leave me with these freaks!"

David touched the stand and said, "Judas… I'm sorry. I have done bad things as well. But I promise to be a different man from now on. Are you willing to let go of your sins and join us at the church. Isn't that better than being alone in a cold prison?"

Judas was quiet, his breathing slowing down. "Well, Mr. Façade?" The Judge asked. "What is your choice? Are you willing to take David's offer instead?"

Judas grasped the stand, his body shaking. He ducked his head down, and slowly brought his head up and screamed from the very top of his lungs,

"NNNOOOOOOO!"

It was the loudest "NO!" that anyone in that court has ever heard or experienced. At that moment, Judas began to continuously and violently pound his head on the witness stand. Judas only pounded his head harder and faster the more he did it. This breakdown of his lasted for a good minute before he gradually began to slow down and came to a stop; a large, red mark on his forehead, his nose slightly crooked.

Everyone was silent. Hera stared at the man and said, "…Are you done?"

Judas, finally broken down, stood still, still shaking his arms. "Not… even… close…" Judas then slowly raises his head as high as he could before giving his head one final, powerful slam on the stand that ultimately knocks him out cold.

COURT RECORD

-Attorney Badge: My personal badge proving my profession. I never leave home without it.

-Owen's Autopsy Report: Cause of death was an instant kill by a David statue to the victim's head. Time of Death: About 8:00-8:30 PM. Victim is covered in bruises.

-Body Outline: The aftermath of the crime. Blood is splattered around the head and facial area. The statue sits to its left.

-David Statue: Depiction of Michelangelo's David statue. The murder weapon.

-Shattered Coffee Mug: A cup that was likely to have been shattered during the fight between Owen and the killer. Owen probably used this cup against said killer in defense. Was made by Maria Cupp for an ill Owen.

-Jar of Blood: A jar of Owen's blood found in his very office. I have several questions…

-Child's Drawing: A drawing showing Owen, David, and an unknown woman. A bloody smear is on the side because of me.

-Bloody Print: Some kind of bloody print from a shoe on top of the dumpster. Could it be involved with the murder?

-Glass: Shards of glass littering the floor. Must have come from the broken window next to it. A shard has blood on it.

-Black Cloth: A black strip of cloth. Origin unknown.

-Crime Scene Photo: A photo taken of the crime scene. Drops of David's blood left a trail between Owen's desk in the background to the shattered window.

-Church Diagram: A detailed diagram of St. Owen's Baptist Church. The crime scene on the left side is highlighted.

-Bloody Priest Coat: David Vaughan's official priest coat. It is completely coated in Owen Mile's blood. There is also a small tear in fabric over the blood.

-Raya's Statement: "David Vaughan was covered in the victim's blood and his right hand was bleeding profusely. We had doctors patch his right hand up on the way to the Detention Center."

-What it's Like To Be an Average Jack; By Jack Anchor: "Memoir written by Jack Anchor. Includes original, award-winning chapters like, "How to Be Me" and "How to Tackle the Game of Life, Today".

-Jack Anchor's Crime Scene Photo: A photo taken by Jack Anchor; contains a man that fits David's description in the crime scene just after Owen Mile's murder.

-Bag of Coffee Beans: Bag of coffee beans made by Maria Cupp. Gave this bag to Athena before she suddenly disappeared. Found in the crime scene.

-Wall Markings: Odd markings on the wall above the body outline. Could have been a shelf or bookcase.

-White David Statue: A white David statue found in the Junkyard. Mr. Hope donated it to the bum in the Junkyard.

-Silver Ring: A silver ring given to the priests. Belongs to David. Rumors are these rings could lead to amazing things.

-Owen's Coat: Owen's coat that was worn the night he was murdered. A white coat with golden fleece and some blood around the collar.

-Bloody Rug: Owen's rug that was found in the secret tunnel under the church. Bloodstains are on it.

-Filch Statue: A statue of Phineas Filch's grandmother, a legendary thief. Found at the site of the supposed 'treasure'.

-CD: A lone CD found in the Junkyard. Too damaged to get anything off it, but contains about 15 minutes of white noise.

PROFILES

-Apollo Justice: A strong, but loud and persistent, attorney who works with me at the agency. Is friends with the defendant.

-Athena Cykes: A gifted attorney that can read people's emotions though their hearts.

-David Vaughan: The suspect of the crime. A priest at the church where the murder took place.

-Owen Miles: A revered priest that owned the church. The murder victim.

-Jack Anchor: A prestigious news anchor who prides himself a bit too much. Witnessed the murderer.

-Raya Novak: A no-nonsense detective in charge of the investigation. Only been working for a few short months.

-Phineas Filch: A tricky thief that was a witness to a crime a long time ago and is now a janitor at the church.

-Damien Hope: A happy-go-lucky priest that was Owen's apprentice. An overall loving, trusting guy.

-Maria Cupp: The kind, eccentric coffee-lady that works at the church. Called the police.

-Hera Novak: The prosecutor of the case and sister to the detective. This is her very first trial, but showcases great skill.

-Desiree Johnson (AKA DJ): A teenage girl in charge of sound and light. Operates in the church's control room.

-Dennis de Bum: A bum that lives in the junkyard across the church.