“Good afternoon, Mr. Harrison.”
Peter Simons, the forty-five-year-old, young, passionate attorney, greeted his client as he stepped out of the defense bench. Kyle Harrison, the alleged serial killer, sat on the witness seat as if he was stunned. The black wave, the immense flow of fear … Harrison was feeling the grotesque ambiance again.
“Mr. Harrison, I will help you out of this misunderstanding that brought you to this court today. Would you mind if I asked a few questions about that particular night of November 5th, 1991?”
The room became absolutely quite. Not a single sound was heard. Every single string of attention headed towards the convict.
“Mr. Harrison?”
"Err... yes, sir?"
"Would you please state what you can remember?"
“It was a stormy night. James William and I were drinking buckets of beer at Jimmie's house. I recognize that we had a tough chat about the rock concert that we attended yesterday. It was about five minutes before midnight. Yes, that's exactly when 'he' came and knocked the door. Shivering for somewhat reason, Jimmie went to the door and twisted his palm to open the door. Just when the door was opened about half, that's when we saw his silhouette, we all fell to the ground. That's exactly what happened. Magically, we all fell to the ground. I think it's too much of a coincidence for all of us to just fall asleep because of drinking. It was some eerie force that knocked all three of us."Judge Carrick suddenly frowned when Harrison mentioned the last few lines. The audience became noisy in astonishment. The District Attorney stared at the witness as if he cannot believe a single word. Simons quickly managed to continue the direct examination.
“Mr. Harrison, could you move on please?”
"Consciousness came back with headache, but I thought I was still dreaming because I couldn't believe my sight. Willy was hanged above the desk and Jimmie was lying on the floor with blood all over his back. Damn! The house was full of Jimmie's blood and the nasty smell of his corpse. I was definitely frightened for a moment. I looked around myself, finding for some weapons for protection. I found a Benelli M1 Super 90, the type of shot gun I used when hunting for animals. However, it was such a surprise because Jimmie has never kept those kinds of arms at home. With the shotgun, I decided to look for "him". Half angered, half curious, I really wanted to find who he was. Then the door knocked again. So, I went to the door, and shot my shotgun toward door. After I used all bullets, I found that I killed Jimmie. Jimmie's blood was everywhere and I carried him inside the house. William was the only person who saw my crime. I wasn't myself after I saw blood gushing out of Jimmie's wounds. The shotgun pellets ripped his limbs apart and left huge holes on his body. Not knowing what I was doing, I blankly aimed of William and pulled the trigger.”
Scream was heard from back of the court. People were now literally shivering in fear. Little kids were crying, women terrified and the judge ruled order in court. Simons, feeling the need to finish the direct examination, asked judge the permission to enter an exhibit. It was the shotgun, Benelli M1 Super 90.
“Mr. Harrison, do you recognize this gun?”
“Sure. It seems like the one I used that night. Shotgun is a monstrous weapon. It never shoots; It busts. So that's what Benelli M1 Super 90 exactly did. It busted William. It tore him and pulled him all the way to the porch stairs. I maybe wanted to make things clearer. I took the shot gun, ran down the porch steps and stepped on William. William was breathing with a great difficulty. So I sent him close to God. Nice fella. He belongs there. That's where I'll never go in. I'll never reach heaven, but he won't as well if I don't finish him up. I shoved the muzzle in his mouth and pulled the trigger.
And a sharp clicking sound was heard. Boom!”
A hysterical laugh, a bit of coughing.
And then, another “boom”
It wasn’t Simons holding the exhibit any more. It was ‘him’ waiting to take Harrison to hell.
Very creative! Excellent writing. You make the story work in the framework of a courtroom examination. It really has a cinematic, movie-like feel to it. The narrative of the character and the reactions in court - all very vivid. It kind of reminded me of the court room scene in Shawshank. Anyways, I enjoyed this. It stands alone as a good sample of creative writing. Another student in class, I forget who, also used this story in a tavern setting. I hope you get a chance to read it. Finally - the boys managed to write one decent chainwriting without you know what in it.
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