These Stories

Immaturity

Triplets. It should be a miracle to successfully give birth to three healthy children in the same night, however, that is not the case for the trio in this story. Each of this three-part horror hold their own quantity of curses. Firstly, there was Kelan Khan. He was the first born of this threesome of mischief and was a brilliant scholar. One look and you saw the bright future he holds behind his intelligent, deep-sea blue eyes. The second that was brought into the world was Makani Khan. It was said that he came from the womb in total silence and remains so since. His name meaning wind in Hawaiian because you cant always hear him, but you can feel his presence. The last child, and most mischievous of them all, was Alastor Khan. This story will be an account of some of the tortures he afflicted upon his relatives with the aid of his brothers who are equally debilitating.

When the boys were thirteen, they placed a broom from the palaces pantry beneath the lush red carpet two steps away from the stairs leading to the dining rooms. This was their first major prank of the many already committed on one of their visits to their great-aunt twice removed, Queen Elizabeth. The boys cleverly thought and planned their childish joke three days before Christmas when the bustling of preparations were at its peak. The butler and one of the maids balancing a mountain of new China dishes were the unfortunate victims of their attack. They stepped on the hidden broom and an explosive crash of shattered ceramic startled the residents. The boys tucked beneath the staircase to watch their handiwork could not hold in their laughter. Their great-aunt, the queen, sentenced them immediately to lessons for the rest of that Christmas holiday to write essays on good behaviour and etiquette. They worked the years after to pay back for all the damages caused. This punishment fell on deaf ears and they agreed on revenge for all the aching fingers caused by excessive writing.

Six years later, the boys fulfilled their vow of returning at the sum of the minutes they were born apart. Makani, now went by the alias Flyboy for he was renowned by the criminal underground of England to be able to race up a highway in under ten minutes and then back again. Driving illegally of course. He kept up as a get away driver for any bigshot criminal and hasnt been caught once. Kelan kept his head down and worked behind the scenes of corrupt political parties and used his quick minded intelligence to outsmart those around him. Anyone who held the gaze of his deep-sea blue eyes for too long risked being drowned. Alastor, once again steals the show, as he always liked to be the centre of attention, worked right beneath the Queens nose for six years to gather intel on the palace for his and his brothers retribution.

Now sitting in their great-aunts backyard in the dead of the night, they discussed their plans. The three devils of torment reunited after being estranged for six years conversed like there was no time between them at all. In that meeting they conjured up enough mischief to satisfy them for a life-time but they unanimously agreed on choosing one option from the thousands. They would use Makanis getaway vehicle and drive it straight into the fountain in front of Buckingham Palace where the gardener would have completed the shaping of a huge hedge of the Queens head. Then, they would ignite three rounds of fireworks to let the palace know, they had returned. They sniggered together at the sheer terror this would bring to their dear aunt. Unbeknownst to them a fourth was listening in on their plans.

Finally, the evening had come. Exactly at eight past midday, the devilish three clambered into the slick, black Sudan belonging to Makani. Placing a hand on the keys of the ignition, he paused to beam at his brothers who for thirteen years had created absolute hell with him and was glad to be having fun with them one last time. Kelan and Alastor wore equally ecstatic grins, that familiar boyish excitement gleaming in their eyes. They nodded in unison and Makani started the car, pulled onto the highway and immediately started hitting speeds miles over the speed limit swerving expertly between traffic. The rear-view mirror winked a reflection of blue light.

Suddenly, the car did a high-speed U-turn and roared off. The driver must have smelled a rat. The car jumped into nearby foliage and screeched onto a back road. Makanis brothers frantically urged him to return to the highway. He signed to them that police were in pursuit. All three boys turned pale as the car started to break down. It became apparent that a tire popped from their unplanned manouver off the highway and the squeal of the complaining suspenders reached their ears.

This was the first time Makani had ever been held by police in his years of being the getaway driver, the first time Kelan ever felt outsmarted and the first time one of Alastors great pranks never saw light. In the middle of a downtown street the authorities had them immediately surrounded once they were located. The police explained that they were being taken into custody for malicious plans against the Queen, also for driving over the speed limit. That was when reality hit and they made one final vow to never pull pranks like that ever again.

**Thank you for reading! I hope this brightened your world of imagination.