"What did you just call me?"
"You're a monster." The anger in those eyes juxtaposed the cool blue rather nicely - the ugly and raw gashes adorning surrounding skin accentuating the point.
"That's a very bold assumption to make, in your position." Leader Edgeworth tightened his grip on the reddened neck further. It swallowed.
"I'm not scared of you."
"Of course you aren't."
"People like you abuse power. None of your 'prisoners' have done anything wrong." The grip tightened again.
"You're gay."
"And? It harms nobody. You cause more harm by beating us up - you think that you can exercise power through fea-" And then a poorly stifled wail escaped as that sharp heel crashed into its jaw - there was definitely bleeding this time - as the world went fuzzy.
"You have no right!"
"Stop this!"
"Haven't you abused him enough?" Then, finally, came the cries - piercing and raw - but the criminal couldn't hear its allies as the stagnant members of the AH pinned the offenders down.
"I don't think that I can exercise power through fear." Leader Edgeworth idly commented over an unmoving body;
"I know that I can exercise power through fear." The criminal painfully groaned. The hall was stuffy, its ornate marble statues abstaining above the spectacle. Leader Edgeworth stood up.
"Hurt me."

The spiky-haired criminal blinked blearily, looking upwards, confused.
"What?" It croaked.
"I'm giving you an open throw. Punch me, kick me, do something back." To which the criminal weakly smiled from its position on the floor:
"No."
"Do it!"
"He deserves it!" Pleas arose from those who were pinned down, followed by quick screams as Redd White sorted out the conundrum.
"If I am a monster, then you should be pleased to hurt me."
"But I'm not a monster." It replied;
"I'm not like you."
"Oh, but you are."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? A nice, juicy headline about a homosexual attacking you. No." Leader Edgeworth grinned as he forced it up into a standing position with minimal struggling - more bruised and bloody than before - and looked it in the eyes. Playfully.
"What makes you think that I can't have that headline regardless?" The Leader smiled as a shiver was felt beneath his fingertips: was he finally breaking him? He had to break him.
"You are all contorted." Leader Edgeworth announced when no reply was received, presenting the bloody spectacle again:
"And, since you are contorted inside, I have the right to contort you outside, do you understand?" Since half of the audience were haplessly sprawled upon the chillingly marble tiling, bruises adorning every cheekbone, another silence ensued.
"Take them to their cells. They are to be dealt with at a later date." The AH began to forcibly remove the line from the room - some in headlocks as the deafening silence consumed them all.
"And, Kristoph Gavin," The blonde criminal was halted, turning his head slightly so as to meet his Leader's grey eyes.
"Do not dawdle in the illusion that I have not noticed whose side you're on. You have lost your situation." Kristoph simply turned back and was walked on. As members of the AH came for the one clasped by his shirt, beaten purple by Leader Edgeworth, another command rose:
"Leave him with me." Blue eyes. They glared at him as they left. Unmoving, cold.

"You intrigue me." Leader Edgeworth released his shirt and languidly spectated as he slumped;
"What is your name?"

He grimly smiled, a garish crimson trail seeping out of swelled lips:
"Do you really think that I'm going to tell you anything, after what you've done?" Leader Edgeworth ruminated for a moment.
"You and me aren't dissimilar, you know." The captive's eyes lagged behind his every move as he began to move around the hall, heels clicking at a maddening pace before stopping again.
"You could be something."
"What?"
"The others were weak. Followers. But you..." Leader Edgeworth tilted his head, silvery bangs swaying gently with his movement and exposing the rarely-witnessed spectacle that were his elusive ears, tinted by a slightly less tanned variation of cream.
"You were a martyr. You had morale - utter confidence."
"I already told you, I'm not like you." He snapped back.
"That's my point." Then the criminal clenched his aching jaw, flinching, as an uninvited finger painfully traced his cheekbone, biting back a whimper.
"You aren't like anyone I've ever encountered." Leader Edgeworth was frowning at him - those silver brows were deeply furrowed at him.
"I just want your name." The tone was quieter, this time: mellow.
"You were keen on dehumanising me earlie-"
"Please."

"Phoenix." A pause:
"I'm Phoenix Wright." The finger resting upon Phoenix's quivering cheekbone, applying agonising pressure atop the raw gashes adorning his face, silently dropped.
"Thank you."

A bow, and Leader Edgeworth began to walk away.

"What's your deal?"
"Excuse me?" Leader Edgeworth flamboyantly turned to pierce the discreetly trembling Phoenix Wright with his silvery stare.
"You were intent on killing me 5 minutes ago." Phoenix frowned.
"I'll have someone tend to your wounds." The almighty Leader swivelled back round, continuing to ascend the immaculately crafted marble steps to his overseeing wooden desk in a condescending manner.
"That doesn't answer my question." Phoenix persisted, and Leader Edgeworth found his lips quirking into a rather clandestine smile despite his best attempts to will the disobedient wretch away:
"I was not intent on killing you. Murder is a crime, Mr Wright."
"Since when has crime ever stopped you?"
"This conversation is over." As the clockwork-like clicking of expensive Italian leather ceased to be, having reached their apotheosis at the top of the stairs, members of the AH swarmed in - Phoenix internally remarked that, judging by the beast currently shoving him out of the intricate doorway, bright pink suits clashed horrifically with everything - and he was physically removed from the space he had previously occupied.