What Really Happened To Nakita's Murder?

On one cold frightening night, while walking down the streets of a small town called Little Frank, where everyone knew each other, Pedro a citizen of this small town walks down the streets and sees a red puddle. He decides to follow it, and because of curious mind, Pedro finds an object at the end of the red trail. It’s wrapped inside of a black bag covered with blood. Pedro’s worst fears have come true- a dead body. Opening the bag, he thinks so hard that it is not a body. He sees a very cold face. It is so white it looked like the shining white full moon. After studying the face, he recognizes it. Amy a little girl who had a violent family, and her family was the only family who caused trouble in town. Frozen in shock for a while Pedro reacts very quickly and calls 911.

Mrs. Stevenson is a very sick woman, she has been sick for twelve years. She is trying to call her husband, because he should’ve been home by now, but instead she got hooked onto another line. She overheard a conversation about two people planning a murder. “A knife okay, sir?” (pg- 100) She got worried, and she tried to get to that line again, but didn’t.

Nikki expressed how she was sick of them acting out. The argument escalated into more physical abuse. If only this time nikki knew that this particular fight would end in a bad tragedy. Jas hit her mother with a vase over the head. Investigators say that was thee first sign of blood drawn. As nikki was trying to fight back tas stabbed her. After more fighting Jas starts to choke her mother with a ribbon medallion she won when she was younger. After being hit back jas picks up the knife to stab her mother. After all the verbal and physical abuse the twins dragged her to the bathtub in the master's bedroom. During the interview with jas and tas they state that when they put her into the tub she was still alive. Jas said her mother's last word were “ I hate you. You're going to jail.” Jas told her mother she was sorry. After cleaning up the bloody mess the girl walked to school arriving two hours late. Students said that they act as if it was a normal day. The twins came home and they thought the police may have been there unfortunately they were not. Jas managed to flag down a officer passing through in her neighborhood. She told the officer that someone had killed her mother. She said her and her sister missed the bus but immetimatley start to walk to rockdale high school. They told officers that they made it to every class on time. The officer indicated that it seem as if she tried to put up a fight at the moment she was being killed but there was no sign of forced entry. Officers focus on the boyfriend as the prime suspect. After investigating they soon come to realize he had nothing to do with the murder. During interviews with the twin detective started to notice that they had many injuries bite mark, scratches, and more. Detectives immediately started to focus on them, But the twins were stick to their stories. Since detectives did not have a solid case the was forced to let them go. Haneef

The next morning, the woman’s car is found on the side of the road in a ditch by a passing driver. He pulls over to investigate, and the woman is found dead and stabbed multiple times. It was a gruesome site. The police are called in and they decide to investigate by asking the locals if they knew anything. When the gas attendant was interviewed, he claimed that he heard about an escaped serial killer on the radio and said that he saw the killer in the backseat of her car crouching down. When he told the woman to come inside he was really trying to warn her that the killer was in the backseat of the car without alerting him.

The story commenced when Nea and Sourdi were all alone working in a restaurant in the presence of drunken men. One of the drunkards was trying to place his arms around Sourdi and due to the protective nature of Nea, she stabbed the man. Ma, her mother, apologized to the grieved and made Nea do the same, which was contrary to her expectations. She thought she could be seen as a hero by protecting her sister. Talking to her sister that very night, Nea boasted to Sourdi that she would have killed the man but Sourdi felt disappointed (Chai, 297).

There had been a pause in the murders. Something was going on inside. . . . I told myself that it was over at last. Finally, I saw a woman appear, as white as a sheet, being helped by a turnkey. They said to her harshly: "Shout 'Vive la nation! '" "No! No!" she said. They made her climb up on a pile of corpses. One of the killers grabbed the turnkey and pushed him away. "Oh!" exclaimed the ill-fated woman, "do not harm him!" They repeated that she must shout "Vive la nation!" With disdain, she refused. Then one of the killers grabbed her, tore away her dress, and ripped open her stomach. She fell, and was finished off by the

PER REPORTER: The reporter said she is really concerned about the safety of three children due to their mother’s behavior. She said Saturday Nakisha and her three children came to a party their family was having when she discovered that something unusual was going on with Nakisha. She said Nakisha told everyone at the party that she was on something. The reporter said her nephew told her that Nakisha was on a zan bar, but she is unsure what type of drug that is. She said all she knows is that the drug was causing Nakisha to pull on people and dance all over the floor. The reporter said she has never in her life seen Nakisha behavior in that manner before. She said Nakisha’s children were very afraid of their mother’s behavior, and they told

She strikes a match over it destroying any evidence on her clothes , there's no neighbors close by so spotting her is hard unless someone is stalking her . She walks back into the house grabbing the jug of Kierstyn's blood , walking by the book case in her bedroom that leads to a secret room . Inside is a antique bronze bathtub , the walls are painted blood red with a collection of midevil decorations surrounding the room. She gets into the bronze tub ,begins pouring the blood over her breast down to her whole body , draining the bottle out . She rubs it all over her bathing in it like she's a twenty first century Elizabeth Bathory . She baths in it for a hour covering her whole body , she then drains the tub , turning on the shower head hanging over her , rinsing the blood off of her leaving minor stains

to me!” “Who the hell you think you are Mark ?” “ Nakita the coroner ?” “ What happened to your dad and whats happening to these girls , is no connection at all.” “ You heard my message and what happened to my dad in the past.” “ Mark rather she did that or not to your dad , I don't know , if so he should have told me something , but she is a coroner , she has a life that was in the past , I'm sure she moved on .” “ Thats the thing Trever , she is a coroner , easy cover up for any evidence she leaves on the scene .” “ Listen to me Mark , stop trying to solve a crime, your not a cop , you and I may be friends , but when it comes to shit like this you back off .” “I understand your dad

Noura had called the police to make it look like she hadn’t done anything but little did she know how strange she was acting from the beginning. To say that you always wear long sleeves is one thing, but when you say that you would even wear one on the beach or in the middle of June people start to look at you funny. One of the investigators had noticed that there was a cut on her wrist and he had asked her about it. She had said she had fallen on a broken beer bottle which would make sense if it was on the inside or her wrist but it was on the outside of her wrist. The investigator had then wondered how it was possible to do that but just left it alone.

“I’m sorry to ask this again Ms.Fink, but could you please restate what happened the night of the murders?” I knew what they were doing. It didn’t take a mastermind to figure out that they are trying to pin the murders on me, anyone who had ever watched a crime show in their life would have caught on. “I got home from work, my mom was cooking in the kitchen, my dad was watching football in the living room, and my sister and brother were wrestling down the stairs. I hopped into the shower and began to sing, just as I always do. The yelling and screaming grew louder, but I just figured that mom and dad were fighting again. After I finished showering, to my disbelief my sister was lying dead, surrounded by her own blood, on the floor. A few steps and there was my brother, also dead. By then time had

Everyone is screaming and running out of the cafe’. Winston fell to the ground, Julia screamed “HELP!! HELP!!” She looked up to see if she could she who shot Winston but no one was in sight. Julia cried “Winston, no, no, no, stay with me. I can’t lose you again.” As she fell to the floor crying uncontrollably. Five minutes passed by and still no one had came in to help. Julia sat there traumatized of what had just happened, all she say was “This can’t be real, this can’t be real. I can’t continue to live with this pain.” Julia grabbed the knife from the table and slit her throat.

Makayla dropped Lacey off at daycare and then was off to work for the rest of the day. When it was finally time for her to go back home for lunch she wasn't feeling right about the whole thing but she did it anyway. She packed up her office and went home for the two hour lunch that she had every day but little did she know she wasn't returning to work today. When she got home she could feel a presence in her house but she wasn't quite sure what it could be and she didn't know if she wanted to find out, so she walked into the kitchen and started making her lunch. Forgetting the bad feeling she had walking through the door. She sat down to eat her lunch when she heard a loud knock coming from upstairs. She was scared but she reminded herself that it was her house and she shouldn't be scared in her own home. So she walked up the stairs and looked in all of the rooms and checked out every little thing that could have made the noise. She walked back downstairs and now she was very frightened. There was someone in her house and she could feel it so she rushed around trying to find out what it could have been. That's when she saw it...him. There was a big shadow in on the wall and she had no idea who it could be or why they were here bit she did know one thing, they didn't belong here! She walked back into the kitchen to get herself a weapon and tried to walk back up to the space when she was grabbed and

Eyes closed, hands clasped, feet placed together, she looks almost peaceful... But there is nothing peaceful about her death. The angry red lacerations that decorate her neck, highlight her struggle. As I continue to gaze upon the victim, I can’t help shake this familiar feeling.

The culprit asphyxiated her with a pillow. It all came, the cruel, light chuckle. Pouring the liqueur down her throat. Signs of struggle, scratches…Desperately trying to remember what forensics had muttered, I touched my own neck and found stinging wounds. I thought back to that immoral pleasure, the thrill that made me shiver even now. Like I did her a favor, tore her from life, but also out of agony.