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Drifting like clouds, smoke continuously poured out of my cigar. Tapping my feet and biting my lips I observed all the clues of the murder, I clenched my fists and flipped through the numerous pages of information. Abruptly, I heard a knock at the door and calmly told the person to come in. Expectedly, Al, my co-worker lent me updated information about the murder of my partner, I signaled him my thanks and told him that he may leave. Creaking, the door shuts lightly and I focused back onto my work, eventually I had the urge for revenge and set out to assassinate the man myself. Quickly, I wore my coat and hat and left my office, I glanced at the sky and spotted a few raindrops on my way to my house. Upon entering I unlocked the basement door
In the court room Mr. Hooks makes a point with the evidence he is given and testimonies by witnesses to prosecute Mr. Miyamoto. Mr. Hooks takes some drastic measures by using personal attacks and being prejudice towards the defendant to convince the jurors that Mr. Miyamoto is a killer. During the trail Alvin hooks b...
On a tedious Thursday afternoon, the body of an extrusive racketeer named Fannin was found at Ernie’s Lunchroom by police officers. In testimony of the only witness, the proprietor and the only employee, Ernie has said “The murderer had leaned against the wall while firing at point-blank range”. There is also an imprint of the supposed homicidal murderer on one of the walls and the cash register has just been rung up at $8.75. The police believe that person C is the murderer from the hand position of the utensils/hand positions, the relation among persons B, D, and E, and the identification of the Y and X footprints. The victim of this heinous crime is also controversial and the media are portraying Fannin as a criminal due to his reputation of racketeering.
The narrator murders an old man who he is meant to be taking care of. He claims to have nothing against the man and says that he loves him. Regardless of this, he finds the mans filmy, vulture-like eye to be disturbing and thinks this is a valid enough reason to kill him. Montresor feels insulted by his colleague, Fortunado and believes that it is now his duty to end his life. Both claim to not have anything against his victim other than one small detail, being either and eye or an insult, and feel that they are justified in wanting them dead.They both meticulously plan out what they are going to do to their victim long before they carry out their actions. Neither the old man or Fortunado had any idea that their murderer had any reason to want them dead and had no way of anticipating what was doing to happen to them. The narrator smothers the old man with his mattress, chops up his body, and stuffs him in the floorboards. Montresor leads a very d...
This examination will look at the short story “Killings” by Andre Dubus and the main characters in the story. The story begins on a warm August day with the burial of Matt and Ruth Fowler’s youngest son Frank. Frank’s age: “twenty-one years, eight months, and four days” (Dubus 107). Attending the funeral were Matt, his wife Ruth, their adult children and spouses. Matt’s family is extremely distraught over the murder of their youngest son/brother, in their own way. There are implications of wanting to kill Richard Strout, the guy accused of being the murderer: “I should kill him” (107), as stated after the service. This comment is considered a fore-shadowing of what is to come in the thought progression of Matt and Ruth.
After receiving a confession letter from the perpetrator of a mass murder, a retired detective decides he must solve the case himself before the murderer strikes again.
I sprint up the stairs to my shabby apartment, taking them two at time. I've had a long day at work and I need to jump into the shower before I meet a client for a dinner date. I fumble for the key with my right hand. When the stubborn door finally opens, I fly into the apartment and kick the door closed behind me. I punch the play button on my answering machine while getting ready to take a shower. The first message is from my client saying he will be a little late. Good. Ten extra minutes. The second message is the chairman of the Person of the Year contest telling me that I had been...
I raced home through the dark eerie feeling sunset. Once I got home I ran to my room which is the last room in
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.
Something happened my sophomore year of high school that little did I know would change my perspective, not only of myself, but life in general. I was looking for something new and exciting to enhance my high school existence and decided to give the Criminal Justice Club a try. I was familiar with the advisor of the club, but knew that the club had astigmatism for attracting those students who were just looking for something easy to do. I knew about the criminal justice system, but only what they show on Law and Order. However, I immediately fell in love, not only with the club but the entire prospect of Criminal Justice. I stepped into the club as if it were a place I belonged and easily became a leader. I was able to learn things the TV shows
The planning and decision involved in his crime, as shown by the first quote where the narrator says that he had an uncontrollable urge to kill the old man and eventually decided to do it shows that the murder involves malice and was premeditated. The second quote depicts the narrator describing the scene subsequent to the execution of his plan. He says that the old man was as dead as a stone and that he killed him. This is strongly aggravating evidence as it shows that the narrator knew that he killed him and that the narrator was fully aware, fully aware, that he had killed him. This information is significant because it shows the narrator’s absence of innocence in this crime.
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
The glow of the day was as bright as the Hollywood sign. Moe Johnson, was in the coffee shop finishing up the last bit of his coverage of evidence. Moe, a young CSI (Crime Scene Investigation) works for a big firm in the Downtown city of Los Angeles, California. He is a known investigator that has the knowledge, thinking and quickness of a cheetah, but there is something behind Moe’s shadow that no one but him knows about, that is him being a serial killer. His stress, anger, mood, help reduce the pain he has inside when he kills, the feeling of assassination for him makes him feel like a champion, a king, a god. Moe does not serial kill the good, only the bad, the people that make the community look like a piece of a crap. He has killed over thousands of evil people and always cleared the evidence of the death behind those people he excuted.
It is really upsetting and scary to know there are people like him, killing people with no remorse. He was unapologetic, expressionless, and cold. I saw the short video first. In it he talked about his crimes like we would talk about the weather. After seeing it I thought to myself, "He is a MONSTER!" (Even though I don't believe in the death penalty) "Yes he should get the death penalty." I was really upset, I cried. The second longer video seemed to make him out as more human, haunted by his victims. The environment he grew up in was toxic and unhealthy. I was adopted from Ethiopia when I was 13. I lived with my father who hated me and was abusive. I understand his anger and the unfairness of being treated like that from a parent, who are
A detective, also a war veteran, is determined to catch him. Thus, the cat and mouse game becomes personal. The goal is clear and the stakes are high. The tone is consistently dramatic, fitting with a crime thriller, although it could be grittier. While the story is appreciated, it’s suggested that further development be done.
Suddenly, I snapped awake. It really was the day of my party, and it really was pouring down rain outside. I trudged out of my room and had breakfast, all the while staring gloomily at the storm raging outside.