The utterly Perfect Murder Alt Ending Ralph answered the door hesitantly, “Hel…hello?” The shrill voice stuttered. I just stood there and let him survey the scene. He wasn’t as old looking as his voice portrayed, however he was shorter than then me and slimier too. “Doug… is that you?” Ralph’s voice was barely audible. I just continued to stand there, unmoving holding the pistol that my grandfather had given me when I was just a young boy under my coat.
He is instantly fascinated by not only the rifle itself, but the power it portrays. For a while after, Toby entertains the idea of pulling the gun out into an empty apartment, breaking it down, cleaning it, “and nothing more,” he states. Soon this ritual is not enough, and becomes a game of dress up. Old uniforms of Roy’s hang loosely off of his body as he marches around with it, and even strikes brave poses in front of the mirror with the rifle pressed against chest. As if he was cradling a small child.
Shot 21 is a medium long shot of Tom and Johnson, showing them both still in shock at the violence. Shot 22 cuts to a low-height medium shot of Dane on all fours, and Casper from the waist down. Just as the thunder claps loudly, Casper shoots Dane in the back of the head and smoke pours from his gun. The thunder rages on through shot 23, tracking in fast to a medium-close up of Tom with Johnson still screaming behind him. The final shot 24 tracks in to a medium close-up of Casper from a low angle.
A ball of fire hit the Hummer causing it to shatter into pieces knocking them all out. Jason was thrown through a shop window and remained unconscious while Katherine was thrown onto the sidewalk and was woken up when her head hit the ground. A greatly agonizing throb went through her head as she felt the gash from where her head collided with the rough sand and concrete underneath and the loud sounds of people screaming, car pieces falling from the sky, and the many vibrations of feet slapping the ground as they tried to escape the blast she looked up for a brief moment to see turmoil all around her she noticed a soldier with a single tear streaming down his face holding his fallen comrade. But she only felt pain for a few seconds until one of the doors from the Hummer landed on her, knocking her out again but also shielding her from the rest of the debris as it fell from the sky.She woke up to a bright light searing her eyes. She let out a scream of pain and reached out for whatever was around to shield her eyes.
I did a few hand signs, my blood smearing onto my other hand and dribbling onto the ground in front of me. When the hand signs were completed I took a deep breath and pictured the alpha wolf in my mind. Then with as much force as I could handle I slammed my right hand, palm down, into the dirt by my feet. My chakra flowed into the seal on my hand and then out onto the ground, I could feel the energy and strength draining from myself. The ground rumbled violently for a few very long minutes.
One time, he even accidentally slapped Admiral Akbar in his mussel, freaking the Admiral to shout “It’s a trap!” And then the troops rushed in with their blasters locked and loaded. Madam Lucretia had to assert order back into the group with a loud shout. Along the entire duration of the meeting, Hubba would look them straight in the eye and answer with, n strange, almost evil, smirk. At the end of his answers, Hubba would move his hands to his chin and start choking his long beard as if he was an evil plotter. Bubba, however, actually would rarely ever look at his audience at all.
I find it very difficult to keep myself strong, watching young men around my age falling on top of each other. Tears rolled down my eyes as I watch stray bullets fly pas me and strike into the skulls of others. At times, I wish a bullet would have already claimed my life before this whole nightmare
In horror, I had never seen anything like it. The impact had destroyed the door, and jammed metal shard through her leg. She was stuck, and there was virtually nothing I could accomplish for her. I unbuckled her seatbelt, and one of the other people screamed, “You have to get her out of there, now!” In an instant, a huge guy came running up, and started yanking on the driver’s side door, in good means I’m sure, but only jammed the door farther into her leg. I showed the guy what he had done, and mortified, he slowly backed away.
Fifteen year old Justin Smith is intolerant to the battle being fought in the room adjacent to his own. Standing tall at six foot, two inches, with broad shoulders weighing out to two hundred and twenty pounds, thoughts begin ravishing into his head. “Should I follow into the door? Lead astray a lengthy line of thoughts that are trapped inside my mind and scream?” his mind feeds
Graphically, it is a kinetic thrill, keeping you mesmerized by the innovation of editing, visual effects, sound mixing and editing. However, a very prominent feature where the film falls short in is the continuous recoil to a predictable storyline; the bad guys fire thousands of bullets, but are unable to hit the good guy (who in turn, fires just hundreds and hits them all). Then it's down to the standoff between good and evil, Neo and Agent Smith- a martial arts battle in which the good guy gets pounded until he's almost dead, before he finds the inner strength to believe and fight back. We’ve all ‘been there, done that.’ Just as the movie becomes interesting, it loses its innovation and settles for the same recycled ideas we’ve all seen a dozen times in violence of good vs. bad. It’s a little unfortunate as the premise and general set-up is very intriguing.