Novel & Cerita Criminally Insane

Henare said, confirming what we already knew, but it had to be said. "No," Dominic said shaking his head as he took another look at the blood work before adding. "It is a criminal matter under pack law. A serious one. Serious enough that it is punishable by death" The room was quiet as the d-word dwelled on us heavily. I thought about how desperate someone must be, in order to do something this risky, just to get what? Validation? Love? Power? Shaking my head, I could not understand it but then again, understanding those kinds of vile people needed a different kind of reasoning they used and not the normal one,

the judge continued as his eyes turned to Victoria, who was already trembling in her seat. "In the matter of Victoria Smith, on the count of attempted aggravated homicide with a chemical weapon and conspiracy to commit bodily harm." Victoria flinched as she began to tremble like she was about to have a seizure but nobody paid attention to her. "The defense has submitted multiple psychiatric evaluations claiming the defendant was suffering from an acute mental break during the assault at the medical facility," the judge noted in a cold tone. "However, the state's medical experts have verified that while the defendant exhibits narcissistic tendencies and severe malice, she is legally sane and

He soon started laughing maniacally and that just sent shivers down the spine of the people that were watching. Once he had settled down, the lawyer began talking. “So, the state is battling in whether to give you a normal sentence because of your crimes or send you to a psychiatrist ward due to your mental…. You know…” he said as he trailed off. Ciro raised his brow. “You mean my mental disorder? Who said I had a mental disorder?” He asked with a toothy grin on his face. The lawyer gulped. “Well, due to what you do as well as your last incident, we had concluded that you had a….. mental disorder. So, the state has come up with a new solution to your problem.” He said

Yet now, her facial features were twisted and contorted with viciousness. She looked at Diana and laughed, her bright eyes sharp and incisive. There was also a foolish naivety in them. Shaking her head, she said, “An insane person won’t be held criminally responsible for murder.”

the judge says in disgust, “I’m ready to pronounce the sentence.” “You are hereby sentenced to lifetime seclusion in a maximum mental health facility for the criminally insane,” the judge continues evenly, “You are hereby deemed too dangerous to walk among us. You will never see the light of day again. And I for one will sleep easier at night knowing that you will never again be free.”

Douglas chastised after taking me to a private chamber to calm me down. "This is absurd, Douglas. There was no temporary insanity. Or hell, maybe there was. Maybe that's what happens in the mind of every criminal. They just lose it and do something stupid. By all means, let's give them all a free pass." The sarcasm dripped from my lips like thick molasses. "Get it out. Say whatever you need to say in order to go sit back in that courtroom looking poised."

Erica, who had already lost her life, shouldn't have to face such a result. Darren sighed softly and shook his head at the puzzled police officers. The officers withdrew from the room. As he sat her back down, he kissed her cheek soothingly before saying softly, "It doesn't matter if she's pretending or not. I'll make her madness a reality. Hannah, just rest assured. She won't get away with it." Karen would be naive if she thought that pleading insanity would allow one to escape from responsibilities. A murderer gone mad would be a social threat and danger. Therefore, they would be sent to a mental hospital for proper care to prevent them from going mad and killing people again.

Soon, this had progressed to children. Three kids dead so far and counting, two more of unknown whereabouts still. Katie Franklin had followed the story from within the walls of her prison at that time, the Ransom Mental Health Facility—formerly the Ransom Sanitarium for the Criminally Insane, back in the high old days of lunacy reform—where she found herself involuntarily committed by the state of Maine after her father’s tormented heart had finally given out on him. The headline floating there on the staff-monitored, activity ward computer screen froze her blood when she first glimpsed it.

What do you want? Frank ignored Jenny's questions and complaints, and went straight to the point. "| want you to get me a competent lawyer who can defend me. I need to leave this god forsaken prison. This place does not suit my kind of person" "Really? It doesn't suit your kind of person? Then pray tell who does that place suit?" "Maybe like criminals and fraudsters, and | am neither of them" "You tried to blow Mandy up, father. You tried to kill her !! If that isn't being a criminal, then | don't know

Her lawyer had argued from the beginning for a psychiatric framework — erotomania, the clinical term, a delusional disorder in which a person believes someone of higher status is in love with them. The prosecution did not dispute the diagnosis. What they disputed was whether the diagnosis diminished Claire's criminal responsibility for seven years of documented harassment, the drugging, the fabricated evidence, and the coordinated campaign she had willingly participated in. The jury took six hours. They found that the diagnosis explained the origin of her behaviour without excusing the extent of it. Guilty on the drugging charge. Guilty on fraud. Guilty on harassment. Guilty on conspiracy.