[Fic] Turnabout Hero - Prologue
Title: Turnabout Hero
Characters (for this part): America
Rating/Warnings: PG, murder. Crossover with the Ace Attorney series.
Summary: When Alfred F. Jones is accused and tried for murder, Phoenix Wright is brought in to defend him. Solving a murder with this strange bunch will not be easy, and with secrets around every corner and the entire country against him, can Phoenix prove him innocent?
A/N: This is a deanon from the kink meme. I'm trying to see if I can actually insert music into the story too, so ctrl + click opens links in a new tab, is the best way I've come up with. If you have other ways for me to do that, please let me know.
March 10, 9:15 PM. Alleyway.
BANG!
He took off running, not thinking or caring about what exactly he was doing. All he knew was that there was a gunshot and he was around to hear it and hopefully he could get there in time.
BANG!
Damn…
When he turned the corner and dashed down the alley where the shots came from, he was met with the last sight he expected to see…well maybe not the last, Matt riding a dinosaur while shouting profanities in Spanish with Francis calmly sipping tea from the sidelines and Arthur praising French culture would probably take that spot, but this was definitely in the top ten, possibly even the top five.
He was distracting himself; he needed to focus and deal with the situation.
“You…what…” before he could get a coherent sentence out he saw a quick movement in the corner of his eye, but when he turned to look he was blinded by a flash and when he turned back, he was alone in the alley.
That is, except for the Congressman lying on the ground that had just been shot twice. He was still there.
“Hold on!” he wasted no time switching to hero mode and kneeling by the man’s side and pressing his hands to his chest to try and stop the bleeding. “You’re going to be fine, just let me-”
Before he could say anymore, a hand shot up and grabbed his wrist tightly. “D-don’t…”
“No, you’ll be fine! Just let me call for help-”
He shook his head. “I-it’s a trap…g-get out…” The dying man violently coughed up blood before taking his last, labored breaths and died.
“N-no!” He started beating his chest. “Live damnit! You can’t die on me now!”
He realized it was too late, that nothing would work, that he was gone, and fell backwards away from the body, shock setting in.
Lights, headlights to be specific, shone behind him, sirens were blazing. He heard someone shouting something at him, but he couldn’t quite make it out…
“I said stand up and put your hands in the air!!”
He saw no reason not to, so he complied. Instantly he was shoved face first into a nearby wall and his hands cuffed behind his back. It started to rain, washing the blood off the ground, off the body, off of everywhere but his hands.
“Alfred F. Jones, you are under arrest for the murder of Congressman Smith. You have the right to remain silent…”
Characters (for this part): America
Rating/Warnings: PG, murder. Crossover with the Ace Attorney series.
Summary: When Alfred F. Jones is accused and tried for murder, Phoenix Wright is brought in to defend him. Solving a murder with this strange bunch will not be easy, and with secrets around every corner and the entire country against him, can Phoenix prove him innocent?
A/N: This is a deanon from the kink meme. I'm trying to see if I can actually insert music into the story too, so ctrl + click opens links in a new tab, is the best way I've come up with. If you have other ways for me to do that, please let me know.
March 10, 9:15 PM. Alleyway.
BANG!
He took off running, not thinking or caring about what exactly he was doing. All he knew was that there was a gunshot and he was around to hear it and hopefully he could get there in time.
BANG!
Damn…
When he turned the corner and dashed down the alley where the shots came from, he was met with the last sight he expected to see…well maybe not the last, Matt riding a dinosaur while shouting profanities in Spanish with Francis calmly sipping tea from the sidelines and Arthur praising French culture would probably take that spot, but this was definitely in the top ten, possibly even the top five.
He was distracting himself; he needed to focus and deal with the situation.
“You…what…” before he could get a coherent sentence out he saw a quick movement in the corner of his eye, but when he turned to look he was blinded by a flash and when he turned back, he was alone in the alley.
That is, except for the Congressman lying on the ground that had just been shot twice. He was still there.
“Hold on!” he wasted no time switching to hero mode and kneeling by the man’s side and pressing his hands to his chest to try and stop the bleeding. “You’re going to be fine, just let me-”
Before he could say anymore, a hand shot up and grabbed his wrist tightly. “D-don’t…”
“No, you’ll be fine! Just let me call for help-”
He shook his head. “I-it’s a trap…g-get out…” The dying man violently coughed up blood before taking his last, labored breaths and died.
“N-no!” He started beating his chest. “Live damnit! You can’t die on me now!”
He realized it was too late, that nothing would work, that he was gone, and fell backwards away from the body, shock setting in.
Lights, headlights to be specific, shone behind him, sirens were blazing. He heard someone shouting something at him, but he couldn’t quite make it out…
“I said stand up and put your hands in the air!!”
He saw no reason not to, so he complied. Instantly he was shoved face first into a nearby wall and his hands cuffed behind his back. It started to rain, washing the blood off the ground, off the body, off of everywhere but his hands.
“Alfred F. Jones, you are under arrest for the murder of Congressman Smith. You have the right to remain silent…”