Criminal Case Oneshots

My Devious Predecessor

Another oneshot from our lovely Winnie and written by AwesomePinerin. 

TW: This one contains a lot of horrible and severely f- ed up scenes... including a very detailed murder scene, a whole lot of hate speech, sexism, ableism... as well as references to certain events IRL. Turn away now if you don't like seeing that.

James' POV

"James, I'm going to say it one more time and no more - stop making rape jokes towards women!" Mr. Hindinberg shouted.

"What the fuck do you mean!? It's the girls' fault for having sexy curves and making me want to fuck them! Did you see that new foreign girl from... Norway right? Her curves make me want to penetrate her goddamn pussy!" I yelled back.

"Enough! You've been smoking during practice as well, and your 'reforms' have only shunted those who are not white, straight, or-" Mr. Hindinberg starts, but I cut in.

"And? Those dirty (hard r) are inferior to our white race, and they stink up the whole fucking place whenever they show up! Those (CC, a slur against Chinese people) and Asian bitches corrupt the purity of our drama club!" I rant.

"What else did I expect from a guy who wears the cap to school..." Mr. Hindinberg mumbled.

"It's a cool hat, dude. Are you seriously banning that too?" I ask, very annoyed.

"Yes! I'm banning you from the drama club! You're being replaced by Adelaine Jones in a few weeks!" Mr Hindinberg shouted. "I am not going to let a fucking racist pedophile run the goddamn drama club!"

"Adelaine!? As in, that nepotic big-breasted bitch who only got so many roles for being a white blond and beautiful girl!?!?" I shout back.

"YES! She'll be a way better President than you ever were!" Mr. Hindinberg slams his desk in anger.

"FINE! If you want to fire me, go ahead - but mark my words, Sir... there will be consequences!" I scream as I storm out of the office. 

How dare he fucking fire me!? If he wants to fire me for believing what is right, I'll fire at him to show what he really deserves!

I drive back home to my father's house, who's watching his favorite TV programs. My Mom left me a few months prior after she ranted at Dad for being "one of those guys". But I don't care much anymore, I need to deal with the traitor to the race known as Maximilian Hindinberg. I got into my Dad's tool shed and got one of the smaller, but sharp axes available. Then, I looked into my drawer... I have a gun and an ammo box with three bullets. I'm going to shoot Mr. Hindinberg in the throat to choke him, and then chop his fucking limbs off. He will burn in hell.

The next day, I waited until after school to enact my justice. I swing my backpack onto my shoulders and enter the theatre room where that scumbag known as Mr. Hindinberg is working, probably making the announcement of demoting me. I got out my gun, equipped with a silencer, and slipped it into my deep pockets before I closed the door and locked it behind me as I approached him.

"James? What are you doing here? You're banned." Mr. Hindinberg asks.

"Sir, I'll give you one more chance to prove that you're not a disgrace to your race. Are you going to demote me?" I say, keeping my composure, as I take off the cap.

"Yes. And you'll be blacklisted." Mr. Hindinberg replies.

"Then, you're going to be blacklisted from life!" I yell, as I lunge at Mr. Hindinberg and wrestle him to the ground. 

He attempts to scream for help, but the theatre is designed to be soundproof, so there's no way anyone can hear the two of us. I throw him to the ground, and his head bangs on one of the table's legs, which seems to have dazed him.