~ UNKNOWN POV ~
I looked into his eyes as I bring the knife down. It only takes a few seconds for the blade to enter the surface of his skin, and he tumbles backwards, leaving the scent of basil and tomato hanging in the air. I close my eyes. It was for the best.
~ ELLIE TAGLIATELLE'S POV ~
I wake up, the waft of pasta blows through the air and I sniff at it a few times. Yum. Auntie Betty is an amazing chef. I slip out of bed and enter the main room where she is hunched over the warm stove. I don't need to say hello, I know she won't reply. Auntie Betty was muted by an escaped killer meatball, running from the police. He cut out her tongue and ate it. Yep. That's right. Who in their right mind would eat an innocent sixty year old spaghetti's tongue? Sure, we eat pasta all the time, but we only eat the killer pasta! Suddenly, Auntie Betty turns around and walks up to me. She wants something. No- to show me something. She points at the TV- the headline- 'Killer Meatball Killed New Victim? Caspar Pasta, a twenty year old tub of pot noodles was killed today in his home'. What?! That's my best friend's (Toni Macaroni) twin!
