Ace Attorney: Fading Bloodlines

Turnabout From the Sky, Part 12 (Auralyn)

Trigger warning from this point onwards. Please do not make a huge deal about being triggered in the comments because I did warn you. Thank you.

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When Ms. Tenniswood's finger locked onto me, I gasped slightly. My eyes went wide with shock. "W-what are you saying?!"

"The defense wishes to summon the prosecution's assistant to the witness stand!" Ms. von Graye declared.

"You can't do that! She isn't related to this case at all!" Nevada roared. "What does this have to do with the case?!"

"We suspect the victim of being the culprit as a twisted act of revenge. Think about it: the culprit of the attempted murder case, Carlton Starr, nearly killed Ms. Spadarona with a nearly fatal stab to the stomach. Only a small child at the time, the event traumatized her for life. As an act of revenge for him nearly killing her, she murdered him on the rooftop," Ms. Tenniswood explained. "Plus, to back this up, a flash of teal the same color as Ms. Spadarona's hair was seen in the video."

"The prosecution's assistant will approach the witness stand," the judge demanded.

I sighed, not wanting to fight. Any more arguing would make me look desperate.

I took my place behind the witness stand. "Name and occupation," Yuri said.

"Auralyn Spadarona. Psychologist," I answered.

"Please testify on the case sixteen years ago," the judge instructed of me.

"Fine," I muttered.

WITNESS TESTIMONY: AURALYN SPADARONA- SIXTEEN YEARS AGO

-What proof do you have that I was the victim?

-You can't prove that I was up on that rooftop. Two of the three witnesses never saw me.

-Besides, I was with Nevada the entire day. I couldn't have killed him.

-In addition to that, how do you know about sixteen years ago?

-It wasn't me that was nearly killed. It was somebody else.

"Her testimony is so blunt... She really seems insistent that she's not the killer," Yuri frowned.

"Even so, I saw more than a few contradictions in that statement," Ms. Tenniswood declared.

"Please begin the cross-examination now, defense," the judge instructed.

CROSS-EXAMINATION: AURALYN SPADARONA- SIXTEEN YEARS AGO

-What proof do you have that I was the victim?

-You can't prove that I was up on that rooftop. Two of the three witnesses never saw me.

-Besides, I was with Nevada the entire day. I couldn't have killed him.

-In addition to that, how do you know about sixteen years ago?

-It wasn't me that was nearly killed. It was somebody else.

"HOLD IT!"

"What proof do you have of that?" Ms. von Graye said.

I didn't expect her to choose that statement to push me on. "I saw the victim sixteen years ago. The victim was a blonde. Do I look blonde to you?" I declared.

"Please add that to your testimony," Ms. von Graye told me.

-The victim was a blonde. I saw her sixteen years ago.

"OBJECTION!"

"And that's where it all falls apart, Ms. Spadarona," Ms. Tenniswood smirked.

"What?" I asked.

"You claimed that the victim was female. Nobody involved with the case knew the victim's gender or anything like that, so how would you know that the victim used feminine pronouns? The only way that you would know that is if you were the victim or their accomplice, and I can safely say that the accomplice isn't you," Ms. von Graye explained.

I flinched. "You still can't prove that it was me on the rooftop. The victim was up there, and I have an alibi," I reminded them.

"Maybe the flash of red we saw in the video was Prosecutor Jack over there with you," Yuri suggested.

"W-what?!" I stammered, feeling my face go pale.

"If you ask me, it goes like this: you met with the victim and pushed him from the roof. Prosecutor Jack was with you and saved you when you nearly fell yourself," Ms. Tenniswood explained.

"That doesn't make sense," I told her. "Maybe you forgot, but two of the witnesses didn't see me."

"Those witnesses were also your siblings, who didn't want you to get in trouble. They protected you willingly," Ms. von Graye piped in.

"That still doesn't mean that I'm the victim!!" I cried. "You'll need more proof than that to convince me!"

"Oh, please... We already know that it's you. Just state your age for us right now," Ms. Tenniswood announced.

"What?" I asked. "Why would I do that? It sounds ridiculous."

"Do it," the judge demanded. "Now, witness."

I sighed. "I'm twenty two. Are you happy now, Ms. Tenniswood?"

"Twenty two minus sixteen equals six. Doesn't that sound like an age that would carry around a stuffed rabbit toy?" Ms. von Graye smirked. "A stuffed rabbit toy found at the scene of the crime and was carried around by the victim?"

"That means nothing! There are tons of other six year old kids that lived there!" I yelled, anger flooding my mind and body.

"That lived there? You must meant the neighborhood the crime took place in. How would you know who lived there unless you lived there yourself? Female, a young enough age to have stuffed animals constantly, lived in the neighborhood of the crime... Too many coincidences to refute, Ms. Spadarona," Ms. Tenniswood announced.

I started growling, pulling at my jacket where it buttoned up in the center. I tore on it harder, feeling my nails dig into the fabric unnaturally. I let out an angry yell as my hair flailed all around me, whipping madly with my unbridled anger. I continued to yell as my jacket came loose at the shoulders, though I didn't notice it until it was too late.

My jacket fell to the ground, showing my shirt underneath. It was white, and in the back, it was lacy. You could see through it plain as day.

You could see through it plain as day.

I fell to my knees as the whole court saw the truth, the one thing that would end up exposing me for who I really am.

The scars all over my back, roughly the same size and shape as a whip when cracked just right, were exposed. I could feel them start to ache since I had pushed myself too hard.

Why did this have to happen to me...?

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I SWEAR THAT WAS THE FIRST BREAKDOWN IVE WRITTEN ALL BOOK IT WAS G LORIOUS

-Digital