Alibi

For literacy, we had to make narratives, and plan it out. Here is my end result, called alibi. About 2 men, who are twins who commit murders. Here is my narrative, please read it and leave some feedback, or comments.

Idea:a set of identical twin men commit countless murders that they plan together, but continuously use each other as an alibi.

Alibi Theme

24/3/2013

Dan Munson reads the newspaper aloud; “Another murder, another suspect.”-’

Don shakes his head and tuts. They both chuckle simultaneously.

Dan drops the newspaper and strolls casually to behind the kitchen island, and pulls a blood-soaked sponge out of the sink.

“Couldn’t get the blood off the sponge, better burn it, we wouldn’t want the police on our tails again, Would we?”

“Definitely” Don adds.

Dan throws the blood-soaked sponge in the smouldering fireplace. The sponge gets set alight and breaks down into ashes within seconds. Don looks back at the shiny, spotless stainless steel chef's knife that was used for evil, and mumbles.

“The knife will live for another day, another murder, another death…”

4 Days Later

“Did you, Don Arthur Munson  the murders of both, Emily Amber Hill, and Robert Bathurst?”

Those words echoed throughout the courthouse. Don shook his head, with, knowing that he and his identical twin brother Dan James Munson, had been through this process too many times to count, (Approximately 9 times.)

“If so, please present your lawyer or alibi to us all now”

Dan chimes in “I, Dan James Munson, am my brother’s alibi. I claim he was with me that very night, 8:00 to 10:00, at my house, watching our favourite show together….”

He gulps, and mumbles “Kath and Kim…”

The judge keeps a stern face, trying not to crack and mumbles “Too much information.”

Don mouths ‘Good job.’

Dan grins because they just got away with ANOTHER two murders and a life sentence.

“Well, let’s hear one of the victim’s spouses, who claims he was there at the murder scene.”

A boy who looks like he is in his mid 20s steps up to the podium. 

“Yes I was there that night, a fortnight ago, but if he claims his brother was with him, he might be correct. I can’t recall much that night because I had a few too many shots, and was a bit drunk and woke up in a nearby forest what felt like a few days later.”

The court stenographer nods, and types every word by word onto a document.

“Thank you, Tom Abercrombie, for your statement, but I am afraid it does not help your case for the victims. Overall, we do not have any proof Don Arthur Munson murdered these two victims, so you are free to go.” The judge says, clearly troubled that she has not gotten to the bottom of yet another Munson Twins case. The court security officers lead the twins out to the door and set them free to the world once again. They walk home, shoulder to shoulder, not a glimpse of guilt or distraught in their heads.

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“That was-...” Don mumbles, but Dan covers his mouth and whispers

“hushhh…” and points towards the radio. Dan picks up a thick book from the oak bookshelf and throws it at the radio. It smashes into smithereens. 

“What were you saying?” Dan says with a certain poise.

“Right, umm. That was great acting by you bruvver. But Kath & Kim, really? Why? You just made a fool of the both of us.” Don mutters.

“Don, admit it. I have seen you in your room binge-watching, Kath & Kim.”

Don’s cheeks turn crimson, in embarrassment. Don changes the subject and mutters 

“I miss Father, but we will carry on his legacy, by taking away the lives of those who took his life away from him…”

They bless their father simultaneously, by motioning their hands from shoulder to shoulder, and head to shoulders. Their father joined a religious cult, and was pleading to leave, and tell the world of all the torture they give to innocent people, and then they slaughtered him, as they couldn’t risk having their secret exposed. The twins only murder people apart of the cult, knocking them off one by one. Their ultimate goal, exterminating the cult.

The phone suddenly makes a sonorous sound, alarming the twins. Dan rushes over and removes the phone from the stand, and places it next to his ear. 

“Hello.”

“Umm, Good day sir,” The speaker on the other side of the line replies.

“May I ask, who am I speaking to currently?”

“Dan Arthur Munson?” Dan replies, a bit perplexed.

“Oh good, may you answer some simple questions for an interview with The Guardian?”

The male on the other side of the phone says, in a posh, British accent.

“But we are in Australia.” Dan tries to argue his way out of the interview.

“Yes but you’re a countless amount of murders, are known here in Great Britain too.

“Umm no thank you, we have enough news coverage already, and we don’t need anymore.”

Dan complains and hangs up the phone before the interviewer could even open his mouth.

“Jeez, everyone, everywhere,  knows about the murders,” Dan mumbles. Don nods. 

“This isn’t good 

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Later that day….

“Ok, this is the blueprint of the house of the leader of the cult, Nancy Smith.”

Dan declares as he rolls out the complicated blueprint of a huge mansion.

“Here is the master bedroom. Her bedtime is at exactly 9:00 pm. At 9:01, we begin our treacherous journey to Adelaide, 2 hours away.” 

“And on a normal day, she spends an hour and 10 minutes watching television.”

Don adds.

Dan darts his eyes across the blueprint and drags his finger from room to room, showing their entering plan, their emergency exit plan, and murder plan. 

“You, dart through the door connected to her walk in robe, signal if it’s clear, I scurry in, and take the knife to her heart. Then broadcast from her huge television to all the still living members of the cult, of us, warning them to quit the cult, because we have killed the leader, and if they continue the cult, or try to take leadership, we will slaughter them like a newborn lamb in a butchery.”

3 days later

9:01pm

Dan turns the key to the land rover, as it roars in power. He presses his foot on the accelerator, and it goes flying forward. His eyes are focused on the road ahead, as Don stares at the navigation system and repeats the directions to Nancy Smith’s mansion. 

The Bowie knife sitting in the back seat, next to the Microfiber dust fingerprint proof gloves. The endless, coiling road, spiralling in front of them. Traffic lights and busy apartments,  illuminating the city landscape. The twins dressed in full black, with a ski mask, and a bulletproof vest underneath a thick hoodie. A mob of pedestrians in front of the car, rushing to get to the end of the road, bumping those occupied by phones and sending them towards the cars. Dan lift his foot off the brake, sending the car into a roar. Dozens of car horns tooting horns simultaneously warning the pedestrians on their phone to hurry up. 

“This is gonna be a long journey” Dan mumbles.

2 hours 

They pull up 100 metres away from the mansion, at the start of the winding driveway, with automated gates. They creep up to the gate, enter the pin, and tip toe up the driveway. All lights are off in the mansion. They pry open a window on the first story, and slide themselves in. They cautiously creep up the stairs, stopping at every creak to hush each other. Don scurries down the hallway and pushes the bedroom door open slightly, and signals to Dan ‘It’s all clear.’ Dan pulls out the bowie knife from a drawstring bag, and scurries over to the huge californian king bed, occupied by only one small, slender, elderly women, Nancy Smith. He sighs, and mumbles to himself

“Well, this could be the end…”

He holds the bowie knife high, as he brings it down towards her chest. It pierces through her skin, breaking through one layer at a time. When it reaches her heart, he pushes the knife all the through, until he hits her spine. Blood comes leaking out of the stab. He draws the knife away from the body, and looks down at what he has done. He solemnly nods to his brother, and he switches on the broadcasting service, to all the still remaining members of the cult. 

“You all better run, as fast as you can, to America, or Mexico, or anywhere that will accept you. But if you stay, we WILL slaughter you, like we did to Nancy Smith.”

Don says with a firm but shaky voice, and moves the camera over to show the gore of the body. Everyone on screen gasps, a few fainting, a few shutting down their screens in horror. Don shuts down the broadcasting service, and peers over his shoulder to see Dan in tears, hands sheltering his eyes from his brother’s disappointed glare.

“Why are you sad. We’ve been waiting for this moment for 15 years, AND NOW YOU’RE CRYING??? You're just weak. AND TO THINK that you were the stronger one out of us…” Don walks out, leaving the distraught, and guilty Dan sitting on the bed, back turned away from the body. He mutters to himself

“I can’t believe I did it. Took away the lives of 20 people, to avenge one’s.”

The guilt of everything got to his head. Don, by now long gone, the car missing from the driveway. Police sirens approaching the building. He stood up, but still slumped, walked down the stairs to the front door. He opens the door, to see the police standing there with guns, locked and loaded. 

“TAKE YOUR HANDS OUT OF YOUR POCKETS, STEP OUTSIDE WITH YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR, AND GET ON THE GROUND.” 

A police officer demands of Dan. He does as told, and surrenders himself. He steps in the car, and is taken away…

“News in! They police caught Dan Munson, at the scene of a well known lady, Nancy Smith’s mansion, where she murdered just moments before. He has pleaded guilty, and has been sent for a lifetime, for 20 murders. His twin, Don Munson has still not been caught, and is thought to be on the run.”

Don hears blasting from the radio of his phone. He peers out of the airplane window, and suddenly the air hostesses announce “We will be having an emergency landing in California. Sorry for the inconvenience. He rolls his eyes, and as soon as the plane lands he goes sprinting off the tarmac, police with guns ready for him, chasing him down like a dog chasing a gopher. They shoot his leg, and he collapses. They drag him to a police helicopter, and fly him away to ADX Florence, thought to be the toughest prison in America. He yells out from the back, cuffed, 

“I DEMAND A LAWYER!”

In Don’s prison later that day…

“Oh brother.” 

Don mumbles as he watches the international news. 

“Dan Munson, charged with 20 murders, found DEAD in his jail cell, with a knife next to him. Inmates claim it was not them. Police believe the inmates are innocent, and that the guilt had gotten to Dan. More news, still incoming.”

The jail curator switched off the television, and nodded.

“I know what ya feelin’ buddy, you’ll get ova’ it soon.”

Don mutters

“What have I done….”