One Shots

Killer One Shot

Go to the Santa Barbara police station. There you will find a little 5 year old girl named Pamela wearing her favorite pink pajamas. She'll be sitting silently and waiting for her turn, like her kindergarden teacher, Mrs. Betta, taught her at school. Pamela wrapped her arms tighter around Mr. Stickers, her stuffed bunny, as a police officer walked her way.

"Okay Miss. It's your turn right now. Come this way to our office."

You're probably wondering why Pamela is here. She is the key to a case the police department has been trying to solve for years now.

"I am Officer Roberts. I'm going to bring you to the questioning room, where Detective Ohara will be asking you some questions."

Pamela nodded like she understood, just to be nice. Her arms clutched tighter around Mr. Stickers.

Officer Roberts sensed her fear and patted her shoulder. "Don't worry Pamela. We will find your killer."

Officer Roberts led her to a big room at the back of the department separated into two with a glass window. In one room was a table and three chairs. Inside that room was a woman with a nice suit on sneezing in her arm sleeve. Eww! She's pwobably gonna get a disease. She needs a tissue. I'll go get her one!

"Excuse me sir," Pamela said to the Officer. "but do you have a tissue? That woman looks vewy sick." (A/N: R's are pronounced as W's since she's a child)

Roberts shrugged. "Well thats what you have to expect during Christmas time." He walked her into the room with the sneezing woman. Then he offered her to sit by pulling out the chair next to him and motioning for her to come.

Pamela looked at the opposite room real quick before sitting. There were some people with weird gadgets she had never seen before and she hoped they were toys so she could play with them.

The walls were a pale yellow in both rooms with sky blue along the edges. The chair Pamela sat in was brown and cold and Pamela mentally shivered.

"Hello Pamela. My name is Detective Ohara. I'm going to ask you a couple of questions and possibly show you some pictures." Detective, as Pamela had learned to call her, leaned forward as if puttong on some pressure to her questions. "Have you actually seen this killer?"

Pamela nodded. "Yes ma'am." she said quietly.

"Do you know his name?"

"No ma'am." Pamela answered with more power this time.

Detective nodded. "Okay. Let me show you some pictures of the possible person. If you notice anything familiar, let me know."

Pamela nodded. Detective pulled out a huge binder and opened it up to folder Z, page 138, NOTES, paragraph 7. Inside were some pictures of some men who looked like they'd been in jail their whole lives.

Detective motioned Pamela to look at the pictures. Pamela carefully reached out for the book and took a good look at each picture.

The first man had a scruffly beard and solid black eyes. He was mad about something and wore an orange jumper suit with the number 2361JK9. Not the one.

The second man was from a motorcycle gang. He had a shaved head and a dark beard with little beads in it. There were tattoos on both of his arms. He had on a black undershirt and dirty jeans. His eyes were a piercing blue.

The next man...and the next man...and the next man...none of them were it! Pamela shut the book closed and gave it back to Detective.

"None of these guys are it, ma'am."

"Are you sure? Did you look over..."

Pamela zoned out of the conversation and took another look at the room. She checked every wall, every crack she could see, but couldn't find anything. Then she saw the engagement ring on Detective's finger.

"Take me to your office, pwease." Pamela ordered.

Detective looked shocked. "W-what?" she stuttered.

"Can I pwease look in your office?" Pamela had a strange feeling she had seen this ring before. But the one she had seen wasn't quite as womanly as Detective's. It had more manly features and it was bigger. And it was exactly what the killer had lost in the room he had murdered Charlotte.

Detective showed Pamela her desk and she observed it with all her power. That's when she saw him. It was a man holding Detective's hand in the picture, with dashing green eyes and a heart full of love...on the outside. On the inside was truly something awful, Pamela guessed. The man had a goatee and moppy brown hair that piled on top of his head in a handsome way.

Pamela was about to point her finger at the picture when a guy walked into the department. Pamela turned and noticed the face at once. She raised her voice and pointed her finger at him.

"That's him! That's the man who wipped up my teddy bear! Don't you come near my Mr. Sticker! You probably want to kill him too!"

~ THE END ~