Manhunt Incident

It was a cold and dark night in October when my friend and I took a trip to Fright Fest at Six Flags. Ahh!! Screams were all I heard when I approached the park. So, when I went into the park I was really nervous that a monster would pop right at me. When we got in the park I heard a chainsaw right next to me, I screamed really loud that I almost blew my friend’s ear drums out.

Curious, I looked up at the building and suddenly my heart stopped. My muscles contracted and my nerves sent a violent quake through my body. I didn’t notice the dropped cigarette that was burning a hole in my pants. Finally, the pain bit me. I grabbed the cigarette, throwing it out the window while almost swerving off the road. After regaining control, I closed my eyes and reopened them to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating; I wasn‘t. Ten police cars sat in front of the school, all in a perfect line with their drivers standing close-by. I contemplated driving off but it was too late. We had already been spotted.

I gently whispered, “We should run.” The girls ran and screamed for some reason so I started screaming too. I thought that it was an animal. So we stopped. The girls kept running,

As we walked on we started using roman candles to shoot at trees and street signs, and being stupid kids we got the bright idea to shoot them at each other. The game was short lived as we had the roman candles that would pop, so when my brother Tyler shot me; not only did it explode and catch my shirt on fire, but it also temporarily made me deaf with a ring in my ears for about ten minutes. At that point my brothers decided we should stop and head home. We turned around and began to head back, but we still had some fireworks left, so on the way back we began popping the rest, but we kept them away from the houses, and stayed near the hills and puddles and

DudeTacular It killed my family. It was TheBrokenBone! I was 10 so what could I do, I ran. I ran all the way to my house

Once the ride was over we went to other games because the place was about to close so we just played a couple of games. We were about to leave, but we had to do something. Once we did it, we lost the boys we looked everywhere. We saw the cop again and he sent out an amber alert and looked for the boys my mom went to the front and they were there I was so scared.

Explanatory essay When I was 10 years old, I walked into a scary apartment with a cemetery in the back with me brother and his friends. The wind was blowing so hard like someone was giving me a sign not to go in but I did. When I went in the the apartment there was a sign that said “beware” in red colors. My brother and his friends when into a room with burnt doll heads.

The sound of the sirens was so powerful it seemed like a rifle went off. Seconds later the police came and surrounded us, but I ran like I was on in a marathon, sprinting toward the finish line. The police were right on our tails, but suddenly the S.W.A.T team came. We were racing around like we were wild animals. It was dusk and all we saw were policeman shining their flashlights at us. The light was so bright it was like we were looking right into the sun. Then everything disappeared and everything went black.

I reached in my pocket for my pen so I could sketch some flowers. I pulled out a few dollars bills, and I remembered my mother gave me money so I could buy some milk for her. I turned around and went to the grocery. I went into the milk section, grabbed a jug, and headed to the checkout. The man in front of me in the line was staring at me. He looked at me like I was a vicious beast. I began to feel uncomfortable. The teenage brothers behind me were rough housing and when one threw a punch, they knocked me with their elbow. I couldn’t keep my balance. I went diving towards the ground, and I hit the man in the back with my nose. He fell to the ground, holding both his arms like he broke them. I got up and tried to help him up. He was backing up in fear saying, “Monster, you monster.” Everyone began to stare and back away from me, even the brothers. It was completely silent. I could hear my breathing. I heard one of the employees whisper to someone, “Call 911.” Then I bolted out the front door. I ran as fast as my little feet could go. In the corner of my eye I could see people behind me. They were catching up to me. At this point, I knew I couldn’t run any longer. I started to stumble and then, I felt a hand hook my shell. I went flying back. After that, the moment was surreal. I knew my mom was going to kill me, if the police don’t first. I don’t even remember much of it

When the three minutes were up, the finding team went to go hunt! During the time that the hunting team was hunting, they took about half an hour just to find the hiders.

The Article that caught my attention was “The police hunting and killing of black males stops today” by Trey Ellis of The Huffington Post. This article discusses how through racial profiling police have turned their trust to proctect and surive into a way to demoralize and incrimnate Black males. The reason this article stood out to me is the events that are viral on social media such as “ Anton Sterling and Philando Castile”, these young males had altercations of some type (not exactly the same), but both ended tragically from being shot by an officer on duty.These tragities were recorded during or after the event and streamed live or posted on Facebook, giving users/views a first persons veiw of the moment. The authur decribes how many current events have involove officers who have used their power to pull over these males for no reason, but to “assume the black citizen is in some way criminalized, the officer uses an excuse to make an arrest and is then praised and possibly promoted by his supervisor.” I believe that this reading is sort of one sided, I am not condoning or in any way supporting the officers actions, but I believe in any situation there is two sides of the story( I am mearly stating my opinion on the matter).

“MUM! Wait!” I yell. My throat is sore, partly from the yelling, but mostly from the running. The thick, night fog blocked my vision of the path ahead completely, only allowing the occasional glow of the street lamps barely come in sight. I don't remember why I’m running or where I’m headed exactly, just that something is going to happen. Something bad; but what? I trust my instincts to guide me through the maze of eerily empty streets and parked cars. I thought I’d seen something move in the corner of my eye, that’s when I hear the deafening explosion to my right. I cower beneath my arms, ready to anticipate the blazing heat of the supposed flames. I don’t feel anything. I realize why. Towering above me, a pair of worried eyes cautiously

I remember just getting off my shift at work, when a guy was saying how cute I would look on his bike. It was like my sixth sense was tingling all over my body. This panicked look fell across my face and I tried ignoring the consistent sweetie and sweet hearts. I remember acting as if I was on the phone, and trying to find anyway to ignore him. As I started picking up my pace to my car, omeone watching from inside had stepped in. I still remember trembling and sneaking back to my car sweat trickling down my face and being paranoid the whole ride home. I can still visualize the thumping of my heart beat and the effort just to keep breathing. The story definitely resembled an unforgettable night for me and a reality check to be more cautious. If only Connie had dialed the police, instead of “wondering how bad she looked” (Oates 110). She was so caught up in flaunting herself and looking good, that she had lost all common sense.

The following day we gathered a group of people to engage in a game we planned to call Manhunt. This game played in the dark involved the ultimate sense of awareness. The object of this game was for a group of people to use their vehicles to drive at night time to find and shoot strategically placed teams of opponents. These teams would then run through the neighborhood from one destination to another. Later that day we initiated the game with 2 teams of people with 4 people on each team, which included my friend John and I on the same team.

Controversy, riots, looting, and debates on tv are all repercussions of police officer involved encounters. People want to be protected. People want freedom, and people want their rights. How will we be safe without police? Who will protect us? Who will come to our home to save us when there is an armed robbery? Who will chase after a criminal that has just committed a crime? Who will bring justice? Don’t trust the police? Have fun with that way of life, they are the only ones who are going to help you in high intensity and dangerous situations.