Vanished Turnabout
Chapter 1
(Disclaimer: This is a fan-fiction, I do not own Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney or anything that relates to it)
Author's Note: Might contain spoilers that Im unaware of (I know theres one but there might be others that I missed out by accident. . But do enjoy it c:
April 12, 11.59 PM
Location: Unknown
A lone, dark figure stood in the alley way of Los Angeles, the home city to the country's best District Prosecutor and the world's miracle winning Lawyer. He slipped his hand in to his pocket and took out a phone. The screen lit up the bottom half of his face; it wasn't angular- it was much smoother than that. His brown puppy dog eyes focused in to the screen and pressed a button. He placed the handset by his ear and said, "Meet me by that church my old chum. I'll be waiting. Make sure you bring it over with you or else."
Out in the cold, the man waited and waited, his arms wrapped around himself. Mist began to crawl around the area; the shining moon and the glittering stars were no longer visible, the moulding gravestones and its sealed crypts had almost been engulfed. An old statue nearby looked like it was being spirited away. A few minutes later, a slightly taller figure approached the latter man and handed something to him.
"Here's what you want, now give what I need...Or do you not want to get your name cleared tomorrow?" One of them said. The voice was deep and harsh- there is no doubt that this was a man.
"I haven't got what you need unfortunately..." The other said. The voice was smooth and sophisticated. "I do, however, have something that will sink in to your head." He brushed his pockets and took something out. The shape was barely recognisable but it slightly resembled a weapon; he pointed it towards the other man's head. He held his hand up in defence and retreated slowly, the gravel crunching beneath his feet.
"I-I don't want any trouble..." he said, his voice slightly shaking. The silhouette with the weapon advanced towards him, forcing the victim to fall backwards on the floor. He looked up, fear filled his eyes.
A gunshot.
April 13, 12.01 AM
Location: Unknown
Miles Edgeworth walked in to the night after hearing the ring of a gunshot. He wore his usual light red nightwear and on top of that was a soft burgundy bathrobe with his pure leather work shoes. He grabbed a torch on his way out and flashed it all over the place, searching for the sound's source. His eyelids drooped down due to the eerie silence. It was all quiet; too quiet. He froze nonchalantly. A rustling noise came from a bush behind him; he spun around and shone the light on it. There was nothing there.
Lack of sleep is really affecting my ability to judge things, Edgeworth told himself mildly. Next thing, I'll feel like I'm being watched or followed.
He shrugged and carried on with his search under the moon lit sky. Edgeworth felt something wet and greasy. He shone the torch on his feet and saw a pool of red liquid. He felt nauseated at the sight of blood and staggered backwards. Suddenly, an object sliced through the air. Unaware of the flying object, it hit him square on the face. The force threw his head back along and fell on the hard ground. The torch flickered on and off as he lay there unconscious.
That was where he last stood, the great prosecutor had fallen.
The shadowy figure returned and looked down at the man who is now dead to the world with disgust. A victorious smirk crawled up his face and kicked the body as if it was a punch bag.
"Still think you're the best lawyer? Well, not anymore..."
Will put on the next few chapters every Thursday/Friday night :B They do get longer. Please review, they're greatly appreciated and constructive critism would help too. :3