Ace Attorney: Web of Mistrust

The Misled Turnabout, Part 5 (Niamh) FINAL

The judge slammed his gavel on the judge's bench, probably just for good measure. Nobody was talking, after all. "I believe that with all of this information, we have come to one conclusion," he announced.

"What conclusion might that be?" Prosecutor Bullgard asked, coming close to tearing her red fabric piece in half.

"That the defendant is not the culprit of this crime. The culprit is another, black haired person," the judge replied.

"So, you'll pronounce the verdict?" I asked. I was eager to finish this case. It was torturous for us all. I didn't want to prolong Prosecutor Bloom's suffering any longer than necessary.

The judge nodded. "Yes. I now pronounce the defendant, Carson, not guilty! Court is adjourned!"

The judge dropped the gavel onto the bench, and I swear I heard a collective sigh rise up from some of the gallery and Mr. Carson. Even Prosecutor Bloom looked rather relieved.

//October 27, 2029. Defendant Lobby No. 7, 12:09 PM//

Out in the defendant lobby, Mr. Carson had a small smirk on his lips. "Thanks for what you did in there," he said.

"I think that's the first positive thing he's said all day!" Ms. Jones whispered to me. I couldn't help but agree.

"I have to get back to work now. I'll see you around, Ms. Tenniswood," Mr. Carson told us, walking away. He walked up to a camel yellow haired man and the two walked away together.

Prosecutor Bloom walked up to me next. "Will you ever find the culprit?" she asked me. Her gaze was serious. I guess that not knowing the identity of her assailant, as well as the fact that they were still on the loose, was hurting her inside. I don't blame her at all. I would feel the same.

I frowned. "I'm not sure," I answered truthfully. "I'm hoping that the culprit will be found and locked away one day."

Prosecutor Bloom nodded in disappointment. "Alright." She turned to face Mr. Burke, who looked mildly concerned for her. "Let's go, Anton."

Ms. Jones walked up to a certain duo of black haired people, one male and one female. "Why the disguise?" she asked the girl.

Ms. Starr and Mr. Morix turned around to face us, their expressions solemn. "Hey, you two," Ms. Starr said, tossing some of her faux black locks over her shoulder.

"I'm worried about Polly..." Mr. Morix whispered, his eyes still following Prosecutor Bloom and Mr. Burke. The two of them were chatting on the couch of the lobby. Prosecutor Bloom was rubbing her head while Mr. Burke watched her in concern.

"Not finding the culprit must be hard on her..." Ms. Jones whispered.

"Not knowing the culprit of this stuff sucks. Falsely arrested or the victim, it sucks," Ms. Starr declared. I didn't at all disagree.

"You guys ready to head back to the agency?" I asked.

Ms. Jones and Ms. Starr nodded in reply. Mr. Morix was still staring at Prosecutor Bloom and Mr. Burke. It took Ms. Starr poking him a few times before he noticed that I had spoke at all. "Huh?!" he gasped. "Oh, yeah. Agency."

Ms. Starr turned to Ms. Jones and whispered two words. I didn't understand what they meant, but I could hear them. "Cinnamon bun."

Ms. Jones smiled slightly, apparently comprehending what Ms. Starr had said. Ms. Starr smiled and then gestured for us to follow her to the agency.

//October 27, 2029. Umber Mansion, 1:01 PM//

Three people all sat on the red, velvety couch in the living space of Umber Mansion. One had white hair and was quite pale, a male. The second had brown hair that faded into purple and blue with a black pumpkin sized hat slammed on her head. The final person had camel blonde hair and their hair also faded to purple and blue. The final two were female and male respectively.

"I'm so glad you got a not guilty verdict, sir!" the brunette exclaimed with a smile.

"I am, too, Abilene. We can't have any false verdicts in the legal world," the blonde said.

"...About false verdicts and arrests..." The white haired man began.

"What is it, sir?" the brunette asked. She cocked her head in curiosity.

"That agency... Something's wrong with them. I believe that the suspect is among them. We need to eliminate them before they do something risky," the white haired man answered.

"Isn't this what you were talking about last year? After that double murder case and what not?" the brunette questioned.

"I remember Ab mentioning it," the blonde recalled, becoming lost in old memories from cases long solved.

"They're dangerous. We need to stop them before they do any more damage to the legal world. Things are bad enough as they are," the white haired man said.

"Are you really sure that they're the group?" the brunette asked, unsure of the man's words. "I mean, they look so normal!"

"That's probably the point, sis," the blonde told his younger sister. The brunette stuck her tongue out at her older brother, clearly unhappy with his choice of wording and snarky tone.

"...Either way, if something happens regarding them, arrest one of them to be the suspect. They're not as friendly as they seem," the white haired man instructed.

"But they defended you! They can't be that bad!" the brunette yelled. She was one for seeing the good in people.

"People often hide their intentions, sis," the blonde reminded her. The brunette pouted childishly, which earned her an eye roll from the blonde.

The white haired man stood and walked out of the room, a small photo frame in hand. "I'm going to my place now. See you two later," he said over his shoulder.

The brunette nodded. "See you at work, sir!"

The blonde gave a short wave before pulling out his phone and becoming absorbed in it. The girl played with some fingerprint powder and a small paper piece.

The white haired man glanced down at the photo in his hands as he left the mansion. "I'll be expecting what's mine back, Morix," he said simply.

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I have updated five times today around school my gosh Dij get a life.

It's almost midnight here and adults are dragging me off to get ready for bed, so ciao from Dij!

-Digital