Part one! John knew this room all too well. The black walls, the single light hanging from the center of the ceiling; it made him nervous. The door quickly opened as a detective stepped inside the room. “Hello again John, do you know why you are here?” The detective said flatly. “Does it have something to do with the little girls being raped and murdered? I told the last detective that I didn’t know why it was me doing it. I don’t really remember doing it. Every time I would wake up at home just feeling sore. I didn’t know it was me doing it,” John sobbed into his palms. He felt so scared and wasn’t sure if this was really happening. “We went through your house John. We found little girls panties in your dresser John, they are being sent down to the lab for DNA testing to confirm if they belonged to the murdered girls. That was quiet a gruesome scene at the Muller residence. Did you know them? The mother you strangled was just starting her new job; James, the father was away on business, and that poor little girl.” The detective walked over to the window and put his hand against it and turned his back to John. John was sweating profusely. He didn’t know what to say or what he was supposed to say. “I didn’t know them I don’t think. I don’t even know how I got there to be honest. I don’t know… I don’t know.” John was really crying now. “Do you need to see what you did?” The detective threw a file on the table that slid all the way to John. “No. I can’t,” John pushed the file away. “Look at it god dammit. You did that, you. No one else, we found your DNA all over the crime scene. Elizabeth had your semen inside of her John. Look at the god damn pictures.” The detective rushed over to John and threw the file cover over. John almost threw up. He rubbed his thumb over the picture of the mother who was lying in the hallway her body slumped over and she had turned a pale white blue color. Her auburn hair was hanging in front of her face and John struggled to not puke. The second picture showed Elizabeth whose body had been disrobed and she lay face down on top of her bed. The next picture showed her face that was so badly beaten John couldn’t recognize her. John had to run over to the trash can to puke, he couldn’t hold it anymore. “Do you see that? You did this John no one else. We want to know why. What motif did you have for this John?” The detective slowly put the pictures away. “We just want to know why John.” The detective slowly sat down in the chair on the opposite side of the table. “I don’t know,” John cried. “I don’t know, I don’t remember anything, I swear I don’t. Last thing I remember was I was at home about to go to bed then I woke up in hand cuffs in the back of a police car. I don’t know why I did it.” John was crying profusely. “Well since you don’t want to tell us maybe you can talk to a Psychologist. Something isn’t right here and we need to know what.” The detective stood up and walked out slamming the door behind him. John sat there crying into his hands not knowing what to do. He didn’t know he was the Seattle Kidnapper. As he sat there he felt so bad. He didn’t know what he should say. He wondered if this is how those poor girls felt. 3 Months Later John was dressed in his white West Seattle Psychiatric Hospital gown and was hand cuffed. He was lead to a small bench outside the court house where he was awaiting to hear the verdict of the past three months of continuous court proceedings and interviews by the judge. As John recalled each family member of each murdered girl none stuck out more than James’s testimony. James was the husband of Mary and the father of Elizabeth. After four days of jury deliberation they had finally come to a verdict. John pleaded guilty on reasons of insanity which he was told they would grant him if he did plead guilty. As he sat there he was crying slowly looking down at his hands which were bound in front of him. He got ordered to stand up and proceed into the court room; John did as he was told. “All rise for the Honorable Judge Chastain.” A court clerk said loudly. The judge promptly walked into the room and ordered everyone to be seated. “Has the jury reached a verdict in the case of John Herrison Leroy the Third?” The judge looked over at the jury. “We have your honor.” One young female juror said quietly. “You may pass me our decision.” The court clerk grabbed the small piece of paper form the female juror and handed it to the judge who quickly read it to herself and handed it back to the clerk who handed it back to the juror. “Will you please read your decision before this court?” “We will your honor. We the Jury find John Herrison Leroy the Third to be guilty of six counts of first degree rape on a minor.” John fell down into his seat. “We the jury find John Herrison Leroy the Third to be guilty of seven counts of first degree murder. We the jury ask at this time that this is not a plea of insanity your honor.” The female folded the note back up and sat down in her set. John was shaking and starting to cry. He didn’t know what he was going to do. He was promised that if he pleaded insanity that he would go to a mental institution and stay out of prison. The juries request stunned John. “I will grant the jury their request. John Herrison Leroy the Third please stand. You will be summoned next Tuesday for your first sentencing procedure. Do you have anything further to say to this court?” The judge looked down at him. “Only that I am sorry for the things I have done. I did not know it was me who was doing it. I am sorry for all the people I have hurt and the families who have lost loved ones. That is all, your honor.” John slumped his shoulders and was lead out into the same hallway he entered in.
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