Miscellaneous Short Stories **NOT 1D**

Death by Kebab Stick

What happens when a kebab stick is the cause of death and destruction? What happens when a good French man is possessed, and his children are left to fend for themselves? What happens when a Queen whose namesake is a fruit wants to conquer the world? This is the story of Death by Kebab Stick. 

Hey we’re Rachel’s friends Grace and Isabelle and we got bored and decided to write this story. You will find it quite…intriguing if not a little odd. Our minds are slightly messed up, especially when combined so …ENJOY!!!

CHAPTER 1

“This is indeed a weird case” said Commissioner Brown looking down at the murder victim. “No signs of a struggle, no obvious cause of death, only a single Kebab stick, lying by his side” Commissioner Brown furrowed his brow and ran a hand through the little bit of grey hair he had left. “Well, I’ll file his case, but until the doctors have figured out a cause of death, there is not much I can do.”

Commissioner Brown was used to having a sobbing family, or even a neighbour to talk to, but no one at all seemed to have anything to do with the late Jimmy Choo. It seemed that he never left the house, didn’t have a job and none of his family were alive. Commissioner Brown looked carefully through the house, looking for anything that could be some kind of clue.

Feeling a bit nervous, the old Commissioner entered Jimmy’s room. It was a small room, with nothing but a bed pushed up against the wall. The bed was made with the doona folded neatly over it. The commissioner walked round and felt under the pillow.. He pulled out an old picture, the frame worn and discoloured. The image showed a woman. She had extraordinary emerald green eyes which were beautiful against her silky brown hair that fell delicately down her back.

She stood in front of a large mirror, smiling happily at the camera.

Commissioner Brown eyed the image carefully, examining every detail. Gasping, he noticed a small black blur in the corner of the photo, being reflected by the mirror. Hastily, he grabbed out his magnifying glass from his pocket and held it up to the blur.

That was when his heart began beating faster and he jumped in euphoria. This always happened when he found a clue. The blur actually showed a kebab stick, covered in a type of meat.

Putting down the photograph, he turned to the rest of the room in search of another clue. But no further had he walked before he felt his large body plummeting to the ground and landing in a heap near the bed.

He screamed in fear as an extremely tall lady stood above him, brandishing a large and intimidating kebab stick. He noticed a glint in her eyes. They were emerald green. The lady from the photograph was here.

“This is indeed a weird case” said Officer Orange, looking down at the murder victim. “Commissioner Brown was one of our oldest men; the best in the job! There’s not much that could kill old Brown!” Officer Orange stroked his beard in confusion. He was very proud of his beard. It had taken him over a year to grow it to its current length, and nothing made him happier then stroking it as he pondered the mysteries of life.

The young officer bent down near Brown, and looked sadly at his cold, still face. He had been growing quite fond of Commissioner Brown, and it was quite upsetting to see him lying there so still. Just as Officer Orange was turning to leave, he noticed something lying on the ground next to Brown. He picked it up and was shocked to see that it was a kebab stick, just like the one found next to Jimmy! He quickly deposited the stick into a test tube and ran with excitement from the room. Such was his eagerness to report his finding to the office; he didn’t notice the pair of Emerald green eyes, watching him from behind the door.

He stopped suddenly and took a shuddering breath as a hoarse voice filled the room. It was a horrid, incomprehensible sound that echoed on all the walls and the colour drained from Officer Orange's face. He looked around helplessly and as soon as he went to take a hesitant step forward, a sudden movement made him freeze and next thing he knew, a knife was held up to his neck. His eyes darted around helplessly as a face emerged over his left shoulder, piercing green eyes staring straight into his soul.