Stolen I hurt everywhere. I try to slowly open my eyes but it is so hard, the blinding light hurts my head, I slowly peel my eyes open to find myself in a strange bathroom. Everything is old and dirty looking and I don’t mean dirty like “when my mom told me to clean my bathroom and there was only a ponytail on the sink and a few boy pins, dirty,” I mean it looked as if nobody had cleaned this bathroom in 15 years and still people used it. Once I establish myself, my eyes begin to wander, I am in a stained tub with all of my clothes still on me. Finally I find my voice, “Hello?” I croak. “Hello?” This time my voice quivers with fear, Wait, maybe I should be quiet! It would be …show more content…
“ You know and the cops know that what happened was not my fault, if you don’t come with me to the station then I will be forced to do what i have been wanting to do for a long time” Benson smirked at his mom and pulled a gun from behind his back. He pointed the gun at her. Edna turned around and pulled a gun on Benson. “If I go down like this then you go down like this also” A muffled conversation came form upstairs and both of them looked up. Edna looked at her son and pulled the trigger. Benson fell to the ground and curled into the fetal position. Edna started to make a run for it when she felt a sharp pain in the arm. Benson had shot her. She turned towards him just in time to see him pull the trigger one last time. Deputy Johnson had seen many disturbing things in his years but when he cam downstairs to find both suspects dead, he was paralyzed. How was he going to explain this, why did they kill each other. He called the station and told them to bring a medic and two body bags. Johnson looked around and noticed that Benson was still moving. He wlaked over to him and knelt down and whispered, “This is for my little girl, i hope you rot in
Once in town, he headed directly to the Sheriff?s Office. When he got there he told the sheriff what happened, then they both, Ben and Madec went to the doctor. When they were in the doctor?s office, the doctor examined them both. When Ben went back to the sheriff?s, Madec went to the hospital, the sheriff arrested Ben. Ben told the truth about what happened, but they couldn?t understand what Madec did. They believed what Madec had said. When the trial came along, things were looking badly for Ben. Until the doctor stepped out. The doctor had found Ben?s slingshot, and said that he examined the dead guy, and found that the .358 bullet killed him. Ben was no longer arrested. They took him back to the sheriff?s office, where Ben didn?t report a crime of murder or aggravated assault, he reported an accident.
There was a heavy rain outside, but other than that, the room was silent. George stared at the bunk where Lennie slept, unable to sleep. He was filled with hatred of the world that forced him to kill his own friend. As the night dragged on his hatred shifted to Curley’s wife, then Curley. “If Curley hadn’t let his tramp wife go around and cause trouble Lennie would still be here” George thought. Just then, Lennie appeared in front of him with a look of deep sadness and pain. Seeing Lennie’s pain and suffering, sent him over the edge. “That god damn Curley!” George thought, grabbing Carlson’s gun while he slept. “This is all his fault!” he thought, consumed by rage. He shuffled over to where Curley slept and pulled out the gun. George aimed the gun at Curley and pulled the trigger. An instant later he is horrified by what he has done. A couple seconds pass and Slim comes into the
From the brush came the huge crack of a gun being fired. George dropped his gun, and Lennie was frozen in time for a split second, then he fell over in front of George’s feet. He was gone.
You fired a shot not meant to hit anything. And your wife came running-that's what you wanted. Just pity and sympathy, pal. Nothing else.” Eileen’s first reaction is to assist and defend her husband from these allegations when she says, “That's enough!
“Yes, sir. I live here and make this turn every day. I’m not sure what I did wrong this time,” I responded in my most innocent voice. All three times I had been pulled over prior to that day, I managed to get out of getting a ticket. This police officer, however, was not
A man carrying two revolvers and two 9mm semi-automatic handguns calmly strode into the Dunblane Primary School. Two people quickly spotted the firearms and tried to tackle the man; he shot them and left them wounded as he continued his journey down the hall of the school. Finally, the man reached his destination: the gym, where a class a kindergartners were having P.E. In the gym, he pulled out the guns and started picking off the five-year-olds one by one. The room was splattered with blood as young children broke like porcelain dolls under the power of the gun. The blood continued to flow, but the intruder did not stop; he took careful aim to make sure he didn't miss. The final insult came when he shot the teacher who was shielding kids with her body. Once he killed her, he killed the kids she was protecting. When he finished in the gym , he turned around walked out, shot at a class as he walked down the hall and walked out into the courtyard. In the courtyard, the killer ended the ordeal by taking his own life (Pederson).
The St. Louis Post-Dispatch reports the two-year-old boy wasn't pointing the gun at himself when he pulled the trigger, he was aiming at his father, Darrion Noble, when the gun went off, shooting his dad in the neck, and ending his life as he slept.
When Jim Aiken returned home early from work and found his wife in bed with another man, the mailman, out of anger and hurt Jim Aiken shot and killed the mailman. After killing the mailman, Aiken went and prepared himself a sandwich and watched television while his wife was still in the bed, frozen in fear. After shooting and killing the mailman, two-hours later Jim Aiken went back up the stairs and shot and killed his wife.
He saw the hooded figure walking on the next block and decided to follow him. He drove up the block until he reached the hooded figure. Before getting out of the car he made he had his gun strapped to his side. “Stop” he yelled as he pulled the gun out. The hooded figure ran as fast as he could. He was no match though to George. They both are in front of each as if the world around them is frozen in time. George decides to move slowly toward the hooded figure. Then the hooded figure pushes Zimmerman unto the ground, making bruises on the back of his head. George stands back up with the gun in his hand, “I will give you one warning stop or I will have to use force or call the police. It had seemed that the word police triggered something in the hooded figures mind, because the hooded figure starts sprinting in the opposite direction if George. Knowing he was faster than the hooded figure he sprinted toward him. He tackles the hooded figure as the tumble and wrestle on the ground. When the hooded figure is on top of him he noticed that he dropped his gun. He tries to reach for it when the hooded figure pushed him back onto the ground. He finally gets a grip on the gun. The hooded figure tries to move away while George is trying to keep him restrained.” Help me, help me” the hooded figure screamed out to the top of his lungs. BANG, that is when the sound of the gun goes off. The body stops moving as he heard the
I faintly see two people fighting and Mr. Pendaski walking away from the truck towards them with another kid. They start to talking, about who knows what. Suddenly the fight restarted between the two boys. The smallest kid in the group jumped on top of one of the kids in the fight and began to strangle him. Another kid managed to get him off, while Mr. Pendaski fired his gun into the air.
The school's undercover narcotics officer, Randy, was killed in the faculty parking lot. A car pulled up, and a black tinted window rolled down. The passenger in the back seat shot him once in the head with a handgun, then the car sped away. Randy was killed instantly, and the people in the car were never caught.
On my hospital bed, I sit and stretch out my arms to relieve some nervous tension. My room is nothing but dull grey walls and the smell of disinfectant. My ears perk up as I listen to doctors and nurses conversing outside. Their voices grow louder and louder as I hear their feet coming closer to my door. I crane my neck towards sounds, only to spot the brass knob of my door turning. My heart begins to race and my breathing becomes shallower. I quickly pull out a pocketknife from under my pillow and slip it into my pants pocket. Stealthily, I roll out of bed, forgetting about the various tubes attached to my body. I wince in pain and tears well up in my eyes as they get yanked ou...
Later, the police found Mark?s fingerprints around and inside the car, where he had been talking to the lawyer, and even on the gun. FBI agents and local police all suspected that Mark knew more than he was telling them. Mark hired a lawyer, Reggie Love, to help him get out of the mess he put himself in. A couple newspapers got word of the fingerprints of the boy and they quickly made up stories that Mark was now suspected to be the killer of the lawyer. Mark realized that the best thing to do would be to let the police know where the body was and tell them the truth about everything he knew. The next day, he and Reggie had an appointment with some FBI agents. On the way to his lawyer?s office, Mark ran into a man obviously in the Mafia. He threatened to kill him if he told anyone about what Jerome Clifford had told him. He knew the man wasn?t joking because he was holding a switchblade to his face at the time. By this time, Mark no longer wants to talk to the authorities. Through all this, Mark?s mother was still living at the hospital, worrying about her youngest son, who was still in shock and comatose.
I lie face down on my bed. The pillow under my head his damp and my head hurts and my face burns from the salt in my tears. Pushing myself up I looked around. There's no disembodied mouths, no terrible humanoid monsters. I'm in my room alone. In my panic I've trashed the place but it's nothing a good clean up can't fix. I feel empty. The catharsis is over and there is nothing left in me but a weak feeling of uneasiness. Manic hallucinations always leave me like this. Sluggish, I kick my way under the blankets and tuck myself in. I'll sleep for a while then clean up.
...d shots and Alan’s hand had gotten hit. The boys were back inside and the police called and told them that Doctor Curt had arrived. Doctor Curt spoke to the boys and told them that the first shot had been an accident; and that he had read the paper and it looked fine, so they could come out. The kids all walked out, they dropped their guns and were handcuffed, except for Zach who went to his mother and got his medication.