Jesus Carrillo-Alonzo is a Venezuelan student from Full Sail University. He is right now studying his second degree in Creative Writing, after already graduating from Computer Animation. He is proficient in the Office programs like Microsoft Word and PowerPoint, in animation programs such as Maya and Z-Brush and editing programs such as Adobe Photoshop and Adobe Illustrator. He is an avid writer and story board artist, who works towards the creation of several animated films. He has worked alongside fellow students in the creation of short films and animation projects, in the writing and pre-production area. His contact information is (484) 986-8990 and email@example.com. You can find him on on Twitter @Shuva9744 and on LinkedIn as Jesus Carrillo-Alonzo.
It was a dark day
Paul was finishing his morning coffee when a big sound came from the door. Immediately, Paul got up and took the gun that he always had by himself and pointed it at the front of his house. He saw a quick shadow running through the window, but he couldn’t see exactly who he or she was. He started moving slowly and carefully to the door, with the gun up, he didn’t want to make a sudden move because he didn’t know if somebody was waiting for him outside. He opened the door little by little, and saw a little box a few inches in front of him, presumably there because of the strength it was thrown against the house. He quickly took the box and came right back to the inside of the house. With his heart pounding, Paul ran to the kitchen and opened the box, just to see that he had received one of the worst messages a policeman could receive. Inside the box there was a hand with a really nice watch on it, without the thumb and with a note under it. Paul immediately knew what this was all about, but he decided to read the note first: “I’m out,” Paul said .
Suddenly, all that surrounded Paul became blurry, and he started to relive the exact moments of three months ago, the crying, the chases, the Madman with the gun and the knife, his signature, the broken families, everything. Paul, was one of the heroic policeman that finally catched the Madman, a serial killer that terrorized the city for almost a year. The Madman killed almost 25 people in that year, and always with the same operandi, killing with the gun, cutting the hand and leaving it without a thumb, and taking the rest of the body and throwing it into the sea. It was a gruesome serial killer, and it was a battle for the police department to catch him over three months ago. Paul came back from the daze and look into the hand again, this time focusing on the watch that it had. He saw that the watch in the hand was the same exact same one that the Chief of Police had, so he assumed the worst, and with the head spinning, he didn’t notice that the phone was ringing.
“Hello?” Paul answered.
“Paul, is that you?” a woman responded.
“Yes, Sharon, it’s me.”
“Paul, I have terrible news, the Chief is dead,” Sharon said, sobbing.
“Yes, I know. He sent me his hand in a damn box. Now, he’s after me.”
“What?! Paul, get out of there! Come to the station as fast as you can. You’ll be safe here.”
“I think I have to do this alone, is long time due this encounter, we need to see who kills who once and for all,” Paul said determined.
“Don’t say crazy things, Paul! He is one of the most dangerous serial killers in history, you can’t do this alone!” Sharon said, sobbing even more.
“Sorry, Sharon, I have to go now, don’t worry it would be fine.”
“Bye.” Paul shut the phone as fast as he can because he heard how the key lock from the front door was being forced. He took the gun and pointed it to the door. When the lock cave in, man came in, with a knife in one hand and a gun in the other one. He looked taller and even more menacing that from three months ago.
“Hi, Pauly, long time right?” the Madman said with a deep voice.
“You know this the end right? Either you or me die today, but only one is coming out of here.”
“Yes, I know,” Paul said with fear.
“Well, bye my dear friend.”
The Madman throw himself into Paul, that with the surprise of this sudden movement, couldn’t aim the gun well and the shot flew just a little centimeters away from Tom’s forehead. Paul ran and slide down the kitchen floor, still shooting to the nowhere, but shooting expecting to keep the Madman away from him. Tom laid down in the floor, and crawled to hide behind the couch in the living room next to the kitchen. He started shooting to the table, but with such poor sight from the living room, the shots didn’t come near the policeman. Paul knew that time, that to end finally with the Madman, he had to leave the good position that he had, and with a lot of courage, while the Madman was still shooting, he stood up and started shooting back to the couch. When he was a few steps away from the living room, dodging as fast as he could all of the bullets, the Madman stood up and fired, as well as Paul. The room became dark, but in a few seconds the colors and the light came back to Paul’s eyes. He noticed a great pain in his stomach, but with what little strength he had left, he saw the big body of the Madman in the floor, dead. With a sigh of relief, Paul closed his eyes, hoping that the sirens arrived quickly to save him.