Title: Follow That Gunshot Sound
Author: MezzoForte/Fortissimo
Rating: M (for graphic violent images in later chapters and strong swears)
Genre: Action/Drama
Status: Ongoing
Pairing: Miego, Delites
Summary: PW/AJ in a Werewolf/Vampire AU. Based slightly on an RP I created. SPOILERS FOR ALL 4 GAMES...Somehow Base in the awesome sauce banner is by Bunnystick

NOTE: You'll notice that this story is written in a style that tends to jump rapidly from scene to scene. This is INTENTIONAL and is a crucial part to the telling of this story.


Follow That Gunshot Sound

MezzoForte (MezzoFortissimo)

Terms and Groups

HeadComputer: Usually abbreviated to HeadPC. Coverts one’s brain into a living laptop. One can not survive with it turned off for more that 40 minutes. Some Functions: Communication, Storage, Database for profiles and other things. HeadPC’s can be customized depending on its purpose.

The Werewolf Council: The government running America in the 23rd century. (When our story takes place) As it says, it is run by werewolves, the dominant race at this time. The President is Damon Gant. Their goal is to wipe out Vampire and Humankind, though very few outside of the council know this.

OMEGA: A resistance organization trying to overthrow the Council. Split into the Alpha team, which consists of humans and the Beta team which consists of vampires. The Alpha team leader is Phoenix Wright and the Beta team leader is Miles Edgeworth.

MASK: A subdivision of the Council made especially for deception and infiltration of OMEGA. They are mostly seen in their human forms and are considered the more senior werewolves. They are identified by dog tags worn around their necks. Its leader is Captain Dahlia Hawthorne. They always work in pairs.

The Fey Family: A group of spirit mediums who used to rule America. Both daughters of the assassinated leader, Misty Fey, have been kidnapped by MASK. The Feys are essential to the sacking of the current government.

Humans: A race of resourceful creatures that is excellent with technology. Usually middle class. They work as lab and computer techs, as well as weapons crafters.

Werewolves: Humans with shape shifting abilities. Highest class, usually living in upscale apartments/housing. They are usually found in government positions.

Vampires: Humans who require blood instead of other foodstuffs for sustenance. Considered the lowest class, though some like the von Karmas and the Gavins have risen above that status. Work minimum wage to middle class jobs.



Chapter 1

Blood Spatters and Organizations

Blood sprayed in every direction as the bullet tore through the oncoming wolf. The injured being pawed at the ground, yelping in pain, momentarily becoming disfigured as it morphed back into a withering human.

The wolf-man’s glare was aimed at his attacker, laced with the hunger for empathy. All hope of empathy, however, was lost as another hand length bullet lodged in his chest.
Phoenix Wright sighed. Swatting his had free of excess blood, he released his breath. He reloaded his bazooka-like gun and glanced at his comrades.

His daughter, Trucy Wright, twirled her lead baton, flicking off specks of liquid crimson. Catching her father’s glance, the young girl waved. Next to her was a young man of early twenty-hood, gaping and shaking his head at the carnage surrounding him. Around him were the bodies of werewolves, bloody and dead.

“F-fuck…” said Apollo, straightening the golden necklace-like object around his neck.

“I’ve never had to use Chords of Steel so much or so long before…”

Trucy winked at him.

“It’s to be expected, Polly,” she said, adding extra emphasis to his nickname. “After all, that was a whole pack of wolves we just fought.”

The moon was staring down, cold and unmoving. A light breeze picked up, causing Phoenix to shiver. Tossing a glance at the group, he tapped his head to activate his HeadPC.

“Ema.” He said, staring at a bloodied corpse.

A slightly fuzzy, female voice replied.

“Yes, Mr. Wright? How is Alpha team?”

“We’re okay. Listen, we’ve finished our mission and need some transportation back to base. Can you pick us up?”

The voice hesitated before answering.

“Of course, Mr. Wright. But…Phoenix…”

The man’s ears perked. It wasn’t everyday that the young lab tech/detective referred to him by his first name.

“Yeah?” he replied, casually.

“About Maya…you’re still going to look for her, no matter what, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Even though they say she’s dead?”

“…Of course.”

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The base teemed with activity as the Alpha team assembled.

People were drinking, laughing and listening to the radio. All were cheery and having a good time. Trucy and Ema were striking up a conversation on the “magic” of the younger girl’s panties, Lotta was bothering Stickler about HIS panty quest and Apollo sat in a drunken stupor.

“Turn up the volume, Larry, this is my favorite song!” yelled a man in a dirty, worn overcoat.

Larry, in his signature orange jacket, leaned against a window and sighed, not paying attention. Ever since he joined the Alpha team, all of the babes had been avoiding him. To make things worse, their “cool secret base” was in a vampire’s apartment!

“Larry!”

“Do it yourself, Dick! I’m thinking about my Ruuuuubbbbbyyyyy…”

Someone shouted. “Oh, who cares about Ruby! We all know you’ll get a new girl later!”

“Here, here!”

Larry grabbed the man by the shirt. “What do you know!? She was Ruuuubbbbyyyy…”

After some arguing and some people trying to pry Larry off of Gumshoe, the festivities returned.

Twenty minutes later, Phoenix knocked on the table he was sitting at, calling for attention.

“Hey guys, our guests from team Beta have arrived. Let’s give them our attention and respect.”

Through the narrow wooden door stepped two slender figures. They seemed terribly out of place in the crowded apartment. While they were dressed in frills and mid-Victorian clothing, everyone else was dressed in modern, 23rd century casuals.

However, the thing that separated these strangers the most were the huge crosses worn on their chests.

Phoenix stood to greet the two figures. They took turns shaking each others hands.

A podium was placed in a corner of the room. On figure strode to the wooden stand, glaring at the audience. Any side conversations that might’ve been going on were silenced.

The figure was clearly male, yet had light, delicate features. His hair was an interesting shade of dust brown color, with two bangs framing his face. When he grasped the sides of the podium, his pale white knuckles could be seen.

“Hello. My name is Miles Edgeworth, leader of the Werewolf Resistance team Beta, Vampire sector.” His voice was fragile, yet commanded respect. “Mr. Wright has invited me to speak today, along with my partner.”

He gestured to the figure standing beside him.

“Franziska von Karma,” She said bluntly. “Vice President of Beta team. I am Perfect, I make no mistakes.”

Miles glanced at Phoenix, who curtly nodded back. The pale man continued his speech.

“As leader of Beta, I control all of the vampires in the resistance. I’ve come here to warn that one of our members has turned against our cause and is not to be trusted. We have word that he is working with the Werewolf Council.”

Everyone was silent.

One person dared to speak.

“But who was it, Amigo?” asked a man, Godot, who was sitting in a corner, sipping a mysterious substance out of a coffee mug.

Franziska stepped forward.

“His name,” she said “is Kristoph Gavin.”

******

“Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in: A fuckin’ bat!”

“Is he going to try to fight us with his pretty little fangs?”

“Heh. He fights US he fights the GOVERNMENT!”

“Poor bastard must be crazy…”

Dahlia Hawthorne growled. Everyone immediately quieted.

“Now…” she said “if you imbeciles would shut up, we have a new member to welcome, haven’t we?”

There were many murmurs as people recalled the initiation process. The people seated at the long, ebony table hadn’t had a new member in a long time. After all, there wasn’t much use for newbies when you had claws and fangs in an instant.

A young, redheaded member let out a long, low whistle.

“Dahlia, we understand. But…he’s a vampire. Letting him into MASK like this is just…” said the woman.

Dahlia, high heels clacking, walked over to the person who had spoken. Taking a long, white finger, she slipped it under the woman’s dog tags and yanked upward. The woman’s whole body was lifted out of her chair.

“Listen to me!” said Dahlia angrily “What I say is what we do! Got it, Ini!?”
The woman was writhing in her leader’s grip, legs and arms flailing, trying to escape. She didn’t reply.

Dahlia, snarling, slammed the helpless woman into a wall. Other members stared at the two, not doing anything to assist nor stop the argument. The member-to-be sat at the table in shock.

“Y-yes Dahlia…” squeaked Ini “I understand. But please…”

She was cut off.

“WHAT!?” yelled Dahlia.

“C-call me Mimi.”

Rage slowly flooded from Dahlia’s face and she dropped Mimi to the ground. Her body landed with a thud. Dahlia took her place at the head of the table, glaring at the group she’s assembled. The member-to-be was at her left, painting his nails with a clear polish.

“All right,” said Dahlia with a hint of faux sweetness “let’s let our batty” she spat the word “correspondent address our team.”

The man to Dahlia’s left stood up, slowly. He stood erect, making mental notes of how to speak to his audience, his mid-Victorian frills bouncing. His blond hair was twirled into a cone shape and draped around his shoulder like a dead snake.

He addressed the entire group. “Kristoph Gavin, at your service. And not to worry, I can be trusted.” He added with a devious smile.

A few people moaned, some rolled their eyes. Just another, frilly vampire to deal with.

Dahlia sighed.

“Well,” she said “I suppose introductions are in order. Dahlia Hawthorne, MASK Captain.”

More muttering. A person to Dahlia’s right slammed his fist on the table. The chatter stopped.

“Matt Engarde,” he said, fiddling with his bang “Vice Captain, Head of Espionage.”

“And,” added Mimi “team womanizer.”

Matt chuckled. “I can’t help it if I’m the only man on the team.”

“Not anymore.” Said Mimi, jerking her thumb toward Kristoph.

“Is her really a man? Dude looks like a lady.”

“Now really, is that necessary!?” interjected Kristoph.

“Seems so to me~.”

“Why you son of a bitch---“

“QUIET!” roared Dahlia.

Kristoph was still mumbling, taking out his nail polish once again. Matt was too busy chortling to quiet down.

Across from Ini was a young lady who was laughing at the whole scene. She stood up.

“Alita Tiala. Only sane person on the team, I might add. I’m in charge of…clean up.” She said.

“’Clean up?’” questioned Kristoph.

Alita smiled and said “Oh, you know. Disposing of bodies, covering up the blood baths…that sort of thing.”

Kristoph paled. “Of course.”

Mimi piped up. “Mimi Miney AKA Ini, I’m under the ladies’ man in espionage.”

“She’s the beauty, I’m the brains.” added Matt.

“You WISH you were…”

“Look, I’m---…”

“QUIET!” screamed Dahlia once more.

“Anyway…” continued Mimi “that’s the main team. Besides Damon Gant. But he runs this country, you know?”

At this everyone except the newbie broke out into what can only be described as evil laughter.
“Excuse me…” said a quiet voice from the shadows.

Everyone turned their heads toward the source. A black haired Dahlia carefully steeped out of a passageway. She curtsied and quickly moved to the chair opposite Dahlia.

Mimi sighed. “Well if it isn’t Dahlia’s bitch…”

“You know it.” agreed Matt.

“We’re agreeing? Oh wow, that’s new.” said Mimi.

“It’s usually your fault when we don’t…”

Dahlia quickly grabbed Matt’s dog tags, pulling them so that they dug deeply into his neck.

“One. More. Word.” She growled “One more outburst and you’ll get more than some puny
scratches to your face!”

Matt winced and tried to smile. “Whatever you say, princess.”

Dahlia let go of him and faced the newcomer.

“Why hello, Iris. So nice to see you. An hour late.” she added with a snarl.
Iris blushed and hung her head.

“I-I’m so sorry Dahlia! I’ll make it up to you, somehow I will!” she babbled.

Dahlia snorted. “Whatever. We’re doing introductions. You’re last.”

Iris turned a darker pink.

“O-oh!” she yelped “I see! Um, I’m Iris Fey. O-or Hawthorne.” She shivered at Dahlia’s glare. “I work with Dahlia on her missions. I also serve as her…double.”

Kristoph took special notice of Iris. She was weak, obedient…and ready to run away at a moment’s notice. What mattered, though, was that he was in. He could finally get his revenge on Phoenix Wright. As the room’s conversations returned, he smiled.

“I’ll see you soon, Phoenix Wright.”

END CHAPTER 1 AKA IN WHICH MASK SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF KRISTOPH



Yeah, C&C. It gets better, trust me.

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Last edited by MezzoForte on Fri Apr 24, 2009 2:50 am, edited 8 times in total.

I'm not usually fond of vampire/werewolf-esque things, especially for AU's, but you've got me hooked Everything seems to be set-up quite nicely here and I can't wait to see how to turns out.

Lucky Matt; in a room full of all girls, lol (hm, no other male antagonists? Oh well )

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That's an interesting beginning, really.

I don't know what I can say, just that I'm waiting for more!^^
Keep up the good job!

Oh! People are actally interested! Thank you for liking the fic so far, it means a lot to me.

Expect one or two chapters to be up sometime next week. (I write these off of the computer as well) It'll be a while before the action starts, but once it does, it gets rolling.

As for Matt being the only male antagonist? He's only the first one introduced and even then you're skipping Kristoph. Don't worry, a lot more male antagonists are to come, especially those who aren't a part of MASK. :D

(Matt isn't so lucky, though: he happens to be partnered with Mimi and...well, you see how well that worked out. Dahlia has to threaten them daily to get them to stop bickering. )

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CHAPTER TWO IS GO! A shorter, more lighthearted chapter. And don't be fooled by Mia. She isn't the same, sane mentor she was in PW...

Chapter 2

Taking Care of Business and a Coffee Break

The sun was shining, birds singing and clichés of good mornings abound. The air was heavy with the delicate smell of flowers and the putrid odor of death.

Dee Vasquez stepped onto the asphalt road, examining the bloodstains left by the night’s struggle. She blew rings of smoke from her pipe and gestured to the woman next to her.

“Well,” said Dee, voice dripping with Italian accent “my men can try to erase the memories of the people who saw the fight take place, but this is a huge mess. I’m not sure the blood will ever wash away.”

Smoke rings were blown into the face of her comrade. The young woman’s brown hair was starting to smell of the substance and her eyes were stinging. Ema Skye slid her protective glasses on and stooped down to the splotches of blood.

“Nothing a little chemical treatment couldn’t fix.” She said, placing a hand on the pavement. “I’m more worried about the people who saw this.”

Dee’s facial expression remained calm. “Nothing Penny couldn’t handle. The girl is a natural with memory erasure.”

Ema couldn’t doubt that. In this city, with its spiraling towers and huge chemical plants, the vampire population seemed to develop almost magical memory erasure skills. It was an art that took humans decades to master.

The detective cringed. Magic doesn’t exist, Ema she reminded herself.

Ema stood up. “Alright,” she said, taking her glasses off “you take care of the people and my fellow detectives and lab techs will help clean up this mess.”

Dee nodded, gracefully walking off to her hover car. Meanwhile, Ema activated her HeadPC and ran through the files of blood samples, matching them with the blood of the slaughtered wolves.

“Frank Sahwit, Kane Bullard…Ah!”

She stooped over a small droplet of blood, so small that she would’ve missed it otherwise. In it was a piece of hair. She ran her files on hair and came across a match.

“My god…” she said “…Maya Fey.”

******

“WHAT!?” Phoenix yelled, listening to Ema over his HeadPC.

“Yes,” Ema answered “Maya’s hair. She was with these wolves, but not when you were fighting them.”

She could hear Phoenix’s angry fist slam against an object. She felt sorry for the man. Waiting 7 years for his friend must be a painful experience…

“She was with those wolves! I should’ve interrogated them, I should’ve…! I should’ve…Maya…”

“Don’t worry Mr. Wright! We WILL find Maya, kill the wolves and overthrow this wretched government!” said Ema, feeling rage boiling inside of her.

Never before had she felt so angry. Her hand was gripping the pen she was holding so hard that it snapped. As ink ran down her hand and arm, only one thought rushed through her mind:

“I’ll murder those fucking wolves!”

*******

“Mia…” gasped Godot.

He stared at the woman across from him. She was striking with her chestnut brown hair and her lavender overcoat framing her. The roasting coffee beans in the coffee house only added to the romantic feelings he was experiencing.

The woman smiled and slowly they embraced.

“Diego…” she said, letting go of her lover.

Godot’s cybernetic eyes weren’t capable of tears, but if they were, he was sure they’d be overflowing. He hadn’t seen his girlfriend in almost 13 years, and now…here she was.

Mia touched the scars from multiple operations that lined Godot’s face. He didn’t flinch or blink, he just sat, enjoying the feeling of her skin against his.

“Mia, why haven’t you come back to me sooner? No, I know. Von Karma was holding you hostage all of these years…”

Mia withdrew her hand.

“And he still is. I’m not supposed to be here, you know it. And I can only shut off my headPC for so long. I’ll have to turn it back on soon, and then he’ll be able to track me again. I’m…so sorry…”

Godot smiled and brought his coffee mug up to his lips.

“Let’s at least enjoy some coffee together, before you go.” he said.

The coffee that day seemed to taste a little less bitter.


Once again, a short, short chapter. C&C~

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Arr! It was too short. I definitely love your story!

You write very well, the plot is interesting too! Good job!

Keep it up! Waiting for more!

Just: Franny... Isn't she in the BETA team? Her father is a real bad guy, then?
Damn Manfred! But if Franny stay in the right side, it's alright for me!!^^

Yeah, Franny is good. Her father, on the other hand is pretty damn evil. Maybe Franny can change that.

In other news: I managed to make a nice banner for the story. Check it out ~.

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Love the banner!

Update~. Another relatively short chapter. Don't worry, though. The next chapter is where the action starts AND where the chapters get much more detailed.

Chapter 3

Perfection and a Meeting

“Hurry up. Perfection has no time to waste on fools.” said Manfred.

“Yes, Father.” whispered his daughter.

Father and daughter strode down the darkened corridors of their mansion. Franziska loathed the fact that her father was now working with Gant, with those werewolves. She wanted him to join the Beta group and create a better system that would weed out those foolish wolves.

But no. She knew what her father would say: the humans were fools. And Gant’s promise of ridding the world of humans was too good to resist.

But Manfred’s plan had a hitch. Mia Fey, a key operative for OMEGA, the resistance organization, had escaped.

To make matters worse, she’d turned off her headPC, making it impossible to track her. However, and Manfred smirked at the thought, she wouldn’t survive long without it on. After all, the headPC made our entire brain a fully operational computer and once you turn off the power…

They entered the dungeon where their computer techs were hard at work trying to track Mia Fey. The bright blue glow of the computer screens made Franziska’s eyes twitch.

“Report.” Manfred commanded.

A lady dressed head to toe in blue, including an electric blue lab coat, stepped forward.

“Lisa Basil, Head of Computer Tech, at your service.” She said “Mia Fey has managed to avoid our most advanced technology. We apologize.”

Manfred’s mouth twisted into a crooked smile. Any moment now she’s have to turn on her headPC…

“Ah! Master von Karma!” gasped a man.

“What!? Out with it, boy!” shouted von Karma.

The man stuttered. “G-Glen Elg, vice head of Computer Tech, sir! We’ve just regained visual on Mia Fey!”

Manfred laughed darkly. “Keep that visual and track her down! I want her back here by this evening!”

“Yes, sir!” said the whole group of workers in unison.

Franziska had slipped away, unknown.

*******

Franziska’s bluish-silver hair and signature frown were a familiar sight to the Beta team. Her whip was also familiar.

So when she stepped into the base, whip, frown and hair, no one took any particular notice of her.

“Hey, Franziska. Still a grouchy little fraulein, ja?” teased Klavier.

“Quiet, fool!” dried Franziska, immediately bringing her whip down upon the speaker.

Klavier winced. “No need to be so rough…”

Edgeworth, who was busy filling out documents at his desk, turned in his swivel chair to face the angry woman.

“What seems to be the matter, Franziska?” he asked, not really concerned. Franziska made a habit of being angry at the tiniest things.

“It’s FATHER!” she screamed “He’s trying to catch Mia!”

Edgeworth immediately sat up.

“Fey? She escaped?”

“Not for long! If they catch her, there will be no one left to bring him down from the inside!”

Klavier walked over to Franziska and grabbed her hand. The woman raised her whip, but Klavier quickly said “Frau, you said there was no one left to bring Manfred down from the inside. But we do have someone.”

“Where are they you fool!?” Franziska replied, jerking her hand away.

Klavier stared at her.

“Well, the only one with a connection to Manfred. You.”

For once in her life time, Franziska von Karma was speechless.

*******

The Governor was in a huge mess. As the leader of the human population, all things that the humans did fell on his shoulders. So when this… OMEGA…popped up, he was in quite the pickle.

He rushed to the chambers where the President and the werewolf governor resided. When he arrived, he was surprised to find the vampire governor there as well.

“Hey there, Udgey! Sit down.” laughed the President.

The Governor blushed. It had been some time ago when he was a judge and the sudden use of the nickname was unexpected. Still he sat at his appointed spot.

The president leaned deep into his leather chair. The chandelier was swinging back and forth, casting an ominous shadow on the 4 people there.

“Well? What are we here for?” grunted von Karma.

Gant clapped. “As impatient as ever, aren’t you Manny? Is everyone else curious as to why we are here?”

The Governor and Lana nodded.

A curious thing, Lana, thought The Governor. Lana was a human and yet was the Werewolf Governor AND Gant’s right hand woman.

Gant interrupted The Governor’s thoughts.

“Well, it seems we’ve run into a problem with a resistance group: OMEGA. I’m sure you know about this, Udgey.”

The Governor nodded. It was quite a thorn in his side.

“That is the human governor’s problem, not mine! I have no reason to waste my time here!” shouted Manfred.

The Governor jumped in his seat. Manfred von Karma was a person to be feared, especially when angered.

Gant didn’t seem affected.

“Oho, but it is, Manny! We have records that show your daughter’s participation in the group.”

Manfred unleashed a roar that made the poor Governor quiver in his boots. (Or, in this case, leather loafers.)

“Franziska!? No! Perfection runs through our blood! There is no way she would even think of associating with those mangy humans!” he screamed.

Lana and The Governor flinched. Both knew von Karma’s reputation of unleashing his wrath upon unsuspecting humans.

Gant rummaged through his desk and pulled out some documents.

“But she is. And The Council cannot tolerate such behavior. Udgey, Manny. Deal with this problem or face serious consequences. You may leave.” He said, smiling.

Manfred and The Governor exited. As The Governor turned to shut the grand double doors, he could’ve sworn that Lana was weeping.


REMEMBER: IF YOU'RE GOING TO READ THIS STORY, MAKE SURE TO READ THE FIRST CHAPTER, THE LAST CHAPTER AND CHAPTER 4.

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Wow, this is totally awesome! I will DEFINATELY be following this story! Did you come up with all this? It's really great! And I love the way you've arranged the characters - Edgey, Franzy and Manfred make such great vampires! And I can totally see Phoenix, Apollo and Trucy fighting werewolves together! And Gant being president with Lana as his right-hand woman seems so perfect too! Basically, I love it!
xxx

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Awesome! I love this story!!
Great job!

This is THE chapter to read, guys. It is made of the following: Mia breaking, Phoenix and Godot delayed awesomeness and Matt being a bastard.

Chapter 4

Or In Which Things Start to Get Serious
Wind whipped through Dessie’s hair as she roared down the barren road on her bike. Mia was in the side car, struggling to keep her floppy lavender hat on.

“Thanks for the ride, Desirée!” Mia yelled over the deafening hum of the engine. “I couldn’t have escaped Manfred’s spies without you!”

Dessie smiled. “No problem! Call me Dessie, though, okay? We’re heading into the inner city, so you need to look out for yourself!”

They stopped at an inn. It was crumbling and falling down, but would provide shelter for the fugitive. Mia said her thanks as Dessie speeded away, leaving the lavender dressed woman alone in the smog choked city.

The inner city was thick with smoke and everything was tinted a dull shade of gray, like in a noir movie. Mia walked along the side of the street instead of checking in at the inn, a choice she would soon regret.

She explored the darkened allies, seeing every now and again tiny vampire children running on their blackened balconies. They waved to her and she smiled back, utterly depressed to see the shambles they were living in. Mia wasn’t used to traveling the inner city and soon became lost among the gray buildings and gray skies.

“Damn…” she said, cursing herself for wandering away from the inn.

She was about to consult her headPC for a map when she heard a prideful laugh behind her. She whipped around to face the stranger, but not be fore finding a bullet lodged in her arm.

She crumpled to her knees, pain over taking her, clutching her bleeding arm. She tried to gaze at her attacker, to see who they were. His flamboyant pink attire and purple hair gave him away.

“Redd…I should’ve known.” she muttered.

The man emerged from the monochrome shadows and stood over his bleeding victim.

“The one and splendiferous only!” he announced, pointing a pistol at the woman’s head.

Mia smirked and said “Still working for the Council?”

Redd moved his gun away and said “Anything for power and money. Alpha just wasn’t doing it for me.”

Mia took her chance and kicked his gun away from him, running as fast as she could get on her feet. Her wound was bleeding heavily and she’d be slowed down tremendously if she didn’t get some pressure on the wound. She turned her head to see wolves following her. She tried to run faster, though it was getting harder to do so.

“Shit. A severed artery, a pack of wolves…what next?” she said, gritting her teeth as the yapping of the wolves became louder.

Mia was beginning to run terribly slow and started trying to open doors out of desperation. The wolves’ baying became even more furious.

Locked.

Closer.

Locked.

They were right behind her.

Locked.

Mia banged at a door with her good arm.

“LET ME IN!” she yelled.

Open!

She stumbled into the house, not even bothering to thank whoever opened the door. She collapsed on the floor and touched the spot where her hat should’ve been out of habit; it had long flown away.

Struggling upward, Mia looked up to face her helper…

…And instead faced the barrel of a gun.

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“Are you sure she’s over here!?” yelled Phoenix as he and Godot ran about the inner city.

“That’s what my tracker says, Wright.” mumbled Godot in response.

The two were looking for Mia Fey. She’d picked the city as a place of refuge even though she hardly knew the area.

“Mia…” thought Godot “She’s been forced into this situation because she tried to help OMEGA…”

OMEGA was officially a terrorist organization and every second spent out of their base was a life or death situation. They couldn’t trust anyone, any wolf. They knew the dangers of trust and knew that people would try to manipulate that trust to kill them.

And that was what MASK was for.

Mimi and Matt sat on a rooftop, watching the two Alpha members stumble around trying to find Mia.

Matt personally found it amusing. He took pleasure in the fact that everything was going according to plan. They had no idea…no idea that they were stumbling into a trap!

Mimi, however, took less satisfaction in watching and waiting. She’d rather be on the battlefield: down there with Mia, blowing her brains away with a gun. The thought made her fingers twitch.

Mia Fey, dead. OMEGA’S downfall inevitable. The human race destroyed. The vampire race, destroyed.

Matt’s voice jolted her out of her trance.

“They’re there.”

Mimi stood up.

“Should I call for back-up now?” she asked before morphing into a medium sized, brown haired wolf.

Matt nodded and started to race to the apartment where Mia was being held. “It’s much better to be human for this task,” thought Matt “I’ll attract too much attention otherwise.”

He smiled as he heard Mimi send a rallying howl.

“Soon you’ll be dead, Ms. Mia Fey.”

******

Mia stared at the gun before her, letting her eyes travel up to her captor.

She faced Kristoph Gavin, smiling down at her. Mia let out a sigh of relief.

“Kristoph, it’s you. For a moment there, I thought I was dead.” She said, standing up.

Kristoph relaxed his arm and put the gun down on a small wooden table. Sitting down, he motioned to a chair beside him. Mia sat down, using her coat sleeve as a kind of makeshift bandage.

“I’ll fix that up for you in a little bit.” offered Kristoph, eyeing the blood seeping through Mia’s clothing.

Mia thanked him and promised to repay him.

“That’s not necessary. What is necessary is listening to the news I have for you. Godot is a spy.”

The woman blinked.

“B-But that can’t be true…” she insisted “Godot is one of our most trusted members. And…he loves me.”

Kristoph frowned and stared into Mia’s eyes.

“He only wanted you to think that. He’s lying.”

“THAT’S NOT TRUE!” Mia yelled, tears falling from her eyes. She knew she shouldn’t believe what she was hearing…but…she couldn’t help it. “I-I mean…it can’t…he…”

The door made a humongous crashing sound as it was kicked off of its hinges. Phoenix and Godot stormed in. Phoenix pointed his bazooka gun at Kristoph and Godot pulled out a dagger.

“MIA!” yelled Godot ‘It’s a trap! Get away from Kristoph, he’s betrayed us!”

Mia whipped around to face Godot.

“But he’s part of Beta! He couldn’t possibly have…!” she said, glancing back at Kristoph.

Kristoph forced a cold glare upon Godot. “It’s a lie, Mia! He’s the spy!”

Godot scoffed. “Me!? Mia, are you seriously going to believe this traitor over me!?”

“Mia!” bellowed Kristoph “Use the gun! Kill him now!”

“Mia!”

“MIA, DO IT NOW!”

“MIA!”

“SHUT. UP!” screamed Mia, who’d grabbed the gun in confusion.

She pointed it at Godot.

“You…” she cried “are you lying to me!?”

Godot stayed silent.

“Diego…” said Mia quietly “are you lying to me!?”

“No.”

Phoenix was speechless. He had never seen his chief so high-strung before. Of course…that was before Maya was kidnapped. Mia was living on the edge now, risking everything, everything she was and had to save Maya. Who know what kind of mental and emotion scars she might’ve gained along the way?

Mia was shaking and on the verge of breaking out into serious crying. She was stuck in the middle, between love and trust. To any normal person, the choice would have been obvious: trust your lover. But Mia was broken. The stress of losing her mother, sister and, until recently, her lover, was too much. The added blood loss and lack o sleep had warped her common sense.

Luckily for her, she didn’t have to make any choices.

Matt burst through the broken down doorway with a spray of flying, lead bullets. Phoenix and Godot fell to the ground, mangled and covered in sticky red blood. Behind Matt was Redd and beside him, Mimi, still in wolf form. Another person, Richard, stood behind Matt.

Mia stood in shock.

“Matt Engarde, MASK official. You are hereby under arrest.” Said Matt casually, stepping on the two bodies on the way in.

Mimi quickly morphed back into a human, fully naked, and grabbed Mia by the wrist. Mia shivered as she felt cold, metal handcuffs lock around her wrists.

“I guess Kristoph was lying after all.” spat Mia.

Kristoph stepped beside Mia and said “Say ‘hi’ to Manfred for me, won’t you?”

Mia glared at him as she was dragged out of the building by Richard.

Mimi sighed. “Another anticlimactic arrest.”

“It wasn’t too bad.” replied Matt. “Redd, take these two to the hospital.” He nudged the body of Phoenix, who was still shakily breathing.

Redd nodded and started heaving Phoenix’s body to a near-by hovercar. Matt started walking after him, but was stopped by Mimi.

“Matt, aren’t you forgetting something?”

Clothes were promptly thrown at her face.



HMMMMM. SORRY GUYS, IT HAD TO BE DONE.

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Very suspenseful! I was so fearful Mia was going to die then when I saw Redd...
Then again, nothing's for certain here, is it?
BTW, is the "pairing" with Phoenix going to be Maya? (that's what I figured, but it wasn't said in the beginning, so I was unsure)
Anyhow, I do enjoy how the characters have been kept in "character" and how it matches with the canon story a little. (like, Franziska going against her father, Kristoph not being as "good" as he seems, etc.)

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Wow, you really set the scene quite well. I like this. Please keep writing!

Greaaaaat! Good one!

Thhhaaaaank you, everyone. <3

The / pair is there, but it is mostly friendship: it wasn't romantic enough to be considered a couple.

Annnnnnd, I'm drawing some art for the story. Watch for it, okay?

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Wow, gets better with every chapter! I seriously can't wait for more! Poor Mia...
xxx

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Thank you :3

Sorry it's taking so long for the next chapter to pop up (Metal Gears can't destroy themselves, ya' know) so to make up for it, I present you with these sketches:

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I love the facial expressions on MASK. Pure Evil right there.

UPDATE! Mia gets her crowning moment of awesome....

Chapter 5

What about Alpha?

Apollo banged on Alpha detective Angel Starr’s door. The lady human opened the front door nonchalantly, only sparing a passing glance at the boy. That look quickly turned to shock when she saw the condition Apollo was in: sweaty, red and seemingly out of breath.

“It’s an emergency,” Apollo gasped “Mr. Wright and Mr. Godot have been shot.”

Angel immediately moved aside, letting the poor man into her home. Apollo had apparently run 2 miles from the Alpha base to deliver his message. He was barely inside when Angel asked “Are they alive?”

“Yes.” Said Apollo, breathing heavily “They’re both okay. The gunman missed any vital spots.”

Angel leaned against a flat, wallpapered wall. She sighed, letting a rush of relief course through her veins. It was just like Phoenix to be caught off guard and still be lucky…

“Is that all you wanted to tell me, Apollo?”

Apollo let his mouth hang open in shock. “Well, obviously we need a leader to replace Mr. Wright while he recovers! At least temporarily…”

Now it was Angel’s turn to be surprised.

“And you want…me?” she asked, visible eye widening.

Apollo shook his head. “No, not you. But I have a feeling you’d know a good candidate for the job.”

Angel thought for a few seconds before grinning triumphantly.

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

*****

“Why MEEEEEEEEEEEE!?”

Apollo covered his ears and cringed. He knew he was dealing with a highly sensitive person, but this was NOT what he had expected… Apollo quickly tried to recover and calm down the orange haired man.

“Well Mr.…er, Dr. Delite, you’re usually the one who comes up with our strategies anyway, so you’d be pretty good at guiding us through our missions…” explained Apollo.

Ron Delite pushed up his glasses, nervously sweating and licking his lips. His hair practically spun when Apollo mentioned the idea of him being leader.

“B-but…” argued Ron “I only come up with the plans! I-I can’t instruct anyone on how to do them, I’m not Mr. Wright…”

He has a point, thought Apollo; he is a pretty meek man…

“Your wife.”

“Huh?” said Ron, bewildered “Wh-what about Dessie? What does she have to do with…?”

“Your wife risked her life to help Mia Fey escape from Manfred. Wouldn’t you do the same for the organization she helped? Wouldn’t you do it…for Dessie?”

Ron paced his lab. It was a cramped area and he knocked several bottles of dangerous things over in his panic, muttering strange nonsense to himself. After about 5 minutes, he stopped.

“Alright…” he said halfheartedly “I’ll do it.”

Apollo smiled. “Alright, Alpha team leader Ron Delite.”

*****

Mia Fey was thrown roughly into a cramped, dark cell, almost losing her balance as she entered. Manfred von Karma towered over her, casting a dark grey shadow over her, a twisted grin upon his face.

“You couldn’t run away forever, girl. It was only a matter of time.” His voice rumbled.

Mia said nothing, only staring coldly at her captor. He started to circle her.

“Your helpless, broken soul is now nothing more than a tiny speck on insignificant dust. And that speck…is about to be erased.”

“I’m not that broken!” she hissed.

Manfred clicked his tongue mockingly. “Really…? I heard you pointed your gun at your pathetic lover today. If you listened to him, he might’ve managed to avoid being shot. But you held him there because you were so broken you couldn’t tell he was telling the truth. You object to being insane?”

He stopped in front of her.

“You’re corrupted now, Fey.”

Mia’s head was hanging. Slowly, she lifted it up until her eyes met his. Then, with all the venom she could muster, she spat in his face.

Manfred grew pale as the little orb of saliva hit him. Growling, he backhanded the woman, who went tumbling backward, landing on her side. He placed his foot on her head and applied pressure. Mia cried out in pain.

“Do that again, wench, and you will be killed on the spot! Do you understand!?”

Mia gritted her teeth and muttered “Over my dead body, you bastard!”

Manfred removed his boot from the woman’s head and then forcefully stamped on the arm Mia had been shot in.

Mia’s screams could be heard throughout the mansion.

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Phoenix’s eyes snapped open.

He couldn’t see anything but he felt pain. Searing, maddening pain shooting in every direction, reaching every limb. He opened his mouth to scream, but he couldn’t. He tried to move his arms. But he couldn’t. His head ached and he mentally screamed in agony. The pain was growing more intense. He started to see again, seeing bright, bright white…

“ARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!”

He’d found his voice again.

The bright whiteness formed into fuzzy shapes, then into clear shapes, then into objects. He looked around, tilting his head to see where he was. When that didn’t reveal anything, he tried to sit up. But as he tried to do so, the searing pain came back. He gasped and flopped down again.

A lady in white rushed over to him.

“You really shouldn’t do that, sir. Do back to sleep.” She ushered, looking a little annoyed.

Phoenix gazed at her. A nurse’s uniform, he thought, so that’s where I am…

“W-what happened to me?” he found himself rasping.

The nurse grabbed a clipboard from the foot of his bed and read over it.

“Apparently,” she said, flipping through the papers. “you’ve been shot multiple times in the torso. None of them hit any vital organs, thankfully. You’ve also suffered a fractured rib…you should be out of here by next week with our technology. You’re quite lucky. How did you sustain those injuries?”

Phoenix knew better than to tell her about OMEGA. It was too dangerous and besides, fighting against a MASK officer was a crime punishable by death.

“I was being stupid.” He said simply.

The nurse tilted her head, thoughtfully.

“Oh, I thought it was more serious. One of Mr. Engarde’s men brought you and another man off here. He’s part of MASK, that man; you know the government.”

Phoenix smirked. These people thought that MASK is only a secret police, running missions for good old’ Uncle Sam. They had no idea what they were really for…

An idea popped into the man’s head.

“Hey, you said that another man came in with me. Where is he?” he asked.

The nurse gestured to her left.

“Thank you, nurse. You can leave now.” Phoenix added with a small smile.

The nurse stared at him, surprised by the sudden dismissal, but scuttled away to bother another patient. When the nurse was out of sight and earshot, Phoenix rolled over.

“Hey, Godot?” he whispered.

Godot was wrapped in bandages from head to toe. Here and there were wires connected to his cybernetic implants. His eyes were protected with special goggles. Nevertheless, he seemed to be able to respond to things.

“Wright…” he said hoarsely “is that you?”

“Yeah. I’m obviously better off than you.”

Phoenix thought he heard Godot give a painful sounding chuckle.

“You are. The bullet hit close to my liver. Not fatal, but it hurts like a bitch to breathe.”

Phoenix rolled back over so that he was facing the ceiling.

“Nurse says I’ll be out of here by next week.” He said.

“I’ll be a bit longer.”

“Good old’ technology, huh?”

Godot grumbled.

“Yeah, good old’ cybernetic technology…”




WHOOO CHAPTER 5 IS UP AFTER MUCH METAL GEARING

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Wow, this story is very intense. Great chapter!

This is cool. I love the intense action going on. And those sketches you did are awesome as well. It's all great so far. =>

A good chapter, nothing more to say!^^

WOAH! EPIC! I can't wait for the next bit! Good job!

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Long awaited chapter 6? Here it is!

Before you begin: CAUTION this chapter contains the abuse of one Mimi Miney that some squeamish people might feel a bit squicked out at. Proceed with caution.

Chapter 6

Torture and Trouble

“So, Wright and Godot are injured. I knew we should’ve sent back up.”

Miles Edgeworth was speaking with a man over his head PC.

“Yeah, sir. I’m at the scene right now. It don’t look too good, sir.” said Gumshoe, making Edgeworth cringe at the improper grammar.

Gumshoe looked around the quaint vampire apartment. Shattered glass was everywhere, mixed with blood and scattered bullet casings. The detective strode over toward the door, picking it up gingerly with gloved hands.

“The guys made quite a mess, pal. And the gunman made a mess, too! There were more than a dozen bullets fired here!” he said.

Edgeworth sighed and started to suck away at the tea he was holding. “That’s Matt Engarde’s handiwork, all right. They say he’s quite the demon with guns; he took out six men with a six shooter, no reloading. His partner, Mimi Miney, isn’t that bad either, but she prefers her wolf form, luckily for Wright…”

“Mr. Wright and Mr. Godot were pretty luck then, huh? It’s a good thing he missed all of those…what d’ya call ‘em? Viral slots?”

“I think that the words you are looking for are “vital spots”, detective. And I don’t think he missed.”

“’Scuse me sir?”

“What I mean is that Mr. Engarde is not the kind of person to just “miss” targets. He purposely avoided their vital spots.”

“But wouldn’t it have been easier just to kill them, sir?”

“Not if they were valuable.”

“Valuable?”

“Yes…either Mr. Wright has something they want… or they want to manipulate Wright for their own purposes.”

“You mean…blackmail, sir?”

“Exactly.”

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“Excellent job, Matthew. I couldn’t have done better myself.” Said Dahlia, her usual underlying cruelty suppressed.

Another meeting for MASK and Matt and Mimi’s mission was the highlight of the day. Dahlia was even semi-pleasant for once. Matt smiled to himself. Another job well done, thanks to him. A promotion from the Council was imminent. He would usurp Dahlia’s seat as captain without her even knowing it. Everyone was pawns and life was his chessboard…

As the meeting was dismissed and Matt roamed the hallways of the mirror plated skyscraper, he was confronted by Mimi.

”Hey, jerkass,” she said, hands on her hips “Let’s talk.”

Shrugging, he followed her into a dim, empty room. He wondered why she picked a location like that to have a discussion, the room was practically bare. He decided that whatever she had to say didn’t matter to him and strode over toward a window. When the door was closed, Mimi strode over to the man and kicked him in his crotch. Hard. Matt doubled mover in pain, clutching himself and turning slightly whiter.

“That,” she hissed “was for not even mentioning the help of Richard, Redd, Kristoph and I. Without us, you would’ve died at the hands of 3 Alpha members, two of them armed!”

She started to leave and walk toward the door in a huff when Matt forcefully grabbed her from behind. She started to struggle as Matt grabbed her torso and when she opened her mouth to scream, he roughly covered her mouth with his hand.

“Now…” said Matt slowly, carefully stretching out each word so that the woman could hear. “You want to be acknowledged? Let me tell you something, partner.” He said the word dramatically, almost dangerously hanging on to every last syllable. “You will never be my friend. You are nothing but a tool to me, albeit one with multiple uses. I will never care for you or love you or give a crap about you. Everything you do is for me.” Mimi started shaking and trying to kick and punch her way out of his grip, but couldn’t. “Everything. Alright, Mimi?”

When Mimi still showed signs of struggling, writhing furiously, Matt pushed her down to the ground and pinned her arms and legs. Mimi tried to escape, to kick, to bite. She was going to open her mouth and unleash a terrible scream, but the wide and thick doors would surely block out even the most desperate noise she could muster. Instead, she glared at her captor, eyes thin slits, and said “You need me.” She said, spitting the words “You always will. Just like you needed that damned Corrida.”

At this, Matt lost any self control he might’ve had and snapped completely. His arms flung from Mimi’s wrists and his hands snaked around her throat, slowly asphyxiating her. Mimi’s limbs suddenly seized and she was still, eyes widening in shock. And then, as if woken up from a nightmare, she started struggling and flailing, trying to take in air.

“You bitch! I never needed Corrida! That is why…that’s why…I KILLED HIM! Do you hear me, filthy bitch!? THAT’S WHY I MURDERED HIM!”

He leaned in closer to Mimi’s face; he seemed to wear an expression of joy on his face now. If it weren’t for the situation, he might’ve even seemed…content, pretty. The woman was crying now, her muscles slowly slackening, her body failing. Matt smiled and his countenance was empty of pity, of any emotion that did not concern taking the life of the young redhead. The bloodlust was so thick, so strong that it was palpable. Mimi’s eyes started rolling back into her head now, her face becoming deathly pale.

“Tell me. Who controls you?”

Mimi’s voice was so quite that one had to struggle to hear it.

“Y-y-y-you…”

Matt smiled wider now, almost laughing with glee. “Who!?” he said forcefully, absolutely giddy and drunk with the influence, the sheer power he had over her.

"Y-you…”

Just as it seemed that life was going to be taken away at last, the man let go of her neck. Mimi jolted upward, Matt still on her stomach, gasping and sucking in as much oxygen as she could pull out of the air. Tears were rolling down her face and she was going into convulsions, waves of motion rolling across her body; a storm of nausea overtaking her. A purple bruise was just starting to show itself, wrapping itself around her neck. Matt smiled blissfully, staring at the recovering Mimi.

“Crying…helpless…exactly my type of woman. One who knows how to listen, to learn just where her place is in society. How would you like to be my little sex toy, girlie? You have absolutely no idea just how delicious you look right now…”

Mimi tried to growl, but ended up hacking and wheezing from the attack. Matt got off of her, dusting off his coat of invisible particles and strode toward the closed doors. With his hand on the knob, he titled his head toward her and gave one last grin.

“You…you are one stubborn woman. You still intend to fight me, even though I almost murdered you? Even though you know I’d love the chance to caress your neck like that again? My, my…you might as well write out your will as we speak. Very well, next time we go on a mission together, I’ll mention just how good your handcuffing skills are. Good bye Mimi, take care.”

As Mimi clutched her chest, struggling to stand, she could hear the vicious laughter of a clearly psychopathic man.

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Lana Skye paced around Gant’s sun-themed office, feeling the most depressed she’s ever been. He told her to kill…he told her to kill…to kill…him…

Gant simply smiled, eyes tracking the distressed woman’s movements.

“Gant,” said Lana, still pacing. “You want me to kill Miles Edgeworth…but why?”

“You know why,” said Gant, lightly tapping his wooden desk with a gloved hand. “To save that sister of yours. Ema, was it?”

Lana flinched, physical pain running down her spine at the mention of her now grown little sister. She knew Gant was using her sister to keep Lana’s mouth shut about the Council’s true intentions: the intentions of destroying Humankind. He’d order a highly skilled doctor to transplant a tiny bomb inside of Ema when she was only 7. Make Gant mad and that innocent little girl, now a key part of OMEGA, would be no more than blood and innards…

“But why? Why kill Miles?” she asked, averting her eyes from her boss’s cruel stare. She already knew the answer.

“To finish off OMEGA. Phoenix is injured and the person who is his replacement is incredibly weak. Get rid of little Worthy boy and OMEGA crumbles into nothingness. That’s a rather simple idea to grasp now, isn’t it?”

It was simple and Lana understood each and every word. But Lana still resisted him in her mind. She hated the jovial man. She hated having to bend to his every whim, his every want and need. She hated being controlled like a puppet on strings. She loathed him. She wanted to be free.

But I have to…, though Lana, for Ema.

Ema.

Please.

Forgive me.


An Author's note: Hopefully this chapter serves it's intended purpose: make Matt clear cut evil. I love Matt Engarde as a villian and that is exactly what makes me so mad about most art about Matt: they don't portray him properly as a villian. Instead, people are blinded by his (very good) looks and constantly turn him into some kind of...anti-villian. I mean, even I do it a lot, pointing out and exploiting many of the goofier aspects of his design, but just turning him into a flat out sympathetic character? No guys, just no. Now, I've had experience roleplaying as Matt AND Dahlia, so hopefully my cruelty came through. Keep it evil, everyone and thanks for supporting everything so far!

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Ahhh, I love your story. And I will tell you one thing! You have to finish this one, unless... I will be like Matt!^^

The chapter was good.

Once again Lana is Gant's puppet... Poor Ema, I say!

Hum... I was wondering... Are you going to update your story? It's great, it would be a pity if you let it down like that...

Just saying.^^

Yeah, it's such a kickass story, you can't just stop!!!!

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Thanks for supporting!^^

I just read this and i think it is a really cool story. please keep writng.

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