Who Took the Cookies from the Cookie Jar?
BY: Krystyl Kane
Chapter II:
Chocolate Chips, Sugar, and Dough
It
had been another stormy night, the thunder was rumbling, the lightning flashed,
and the winds whirled about whistling. Then I saw a frightening site. A
silhouette of a man spying through my window! I covered myself with the bedding
sheets, like a child trying to hide from the monsters under the bed. That’s
when I heard it, the glass of my window shattering into a million pieces.
Quickly as possible I throw the sheets to the floor and grab a butter knife
that was lying on a soiled plate.
The
rain was pouring into my bedroom with the help of the freezing cold wind
wrapping around my shaky body. My heart was pounding as I cautiously search my
home. There was no evidence of anyone, but there had to be. This is some pretty
freaky shit I stated inside the safety of my head. I relaxed my tensed muscles
with a relieving sigh. I pondered what had happened, I knew I saw someone at my
window, but how did my window break? Angry at the broken window I had to fix, I
threw the knife as hard as I could towards the wall. So hard I could hear it
stab into the wall like a staple in a staple gun. But there was a ripping noise
that followed. The only explanation I could come up with was I’m imagining
things. Everything can seem eerie in the night during a severe storm.
The
next morning I checked my small apartment over with a paranoid attitude.
Everything seemed fine except for the broken window of course. I removed the
butter knife that was sticking out of the wall. Strangely I discovered a clue
to who was in my apartment last night, a piece of blue cloth. “So there was
someone here after all, but why didn’t they take anything?” I wondered, “Huh?
That’s odd, I don’t remember washing the thermos.”
Then I realized what I had said to only grown, “That was a clue…” I whined
thinking on how this was going to make my job harder than it already was. I
glanced at my watch to check the time. “Oh poo! I was supposed to be out of here an hour ago!”
I shouted when I tossed on some clothes and my coat.
“So
do you have any idea on who killed Son-Kun?,” a woman
name Bulma with blue hair asked.
“Sorry,
no. But this is only the second day. These things take time, you know,” I
replied of a matter-of-factly. All of the people, who associated with Son Gokuu, were at Capsule Corporation to discuss the whole
ordeal. I was only there to observe to see if there was anything new brought up
in the discussion. It felt like I was stuck in the middle of some council
group. As everyone’s voice faded away when I caught myself deep in though, I
had put Mr. Son’s death and last night’s incident together. “That’s it!” I
blurted. Everyone was starring at me.
Gohan, the nerdy one, was the first to break the awkwardness,
“What are you blabbing on about? Please, we need answers here!”
“Yeah,
my good buddy needs to know about what happened to his ‘Tousan,”
The purpled haired wonder added firmly placing his hand on Goten’s
shoulder. Goten turned to his childhood friend and
smiled.
“Heh heh, I guess I wasn’t
listening. Sorry I just found out another piece to the puzzle that’s all,” I
nervously explained.
Chi
Chi suddenly ran over to me and started to shake me
violently, “That’s all!? This is my damned husband death we’re talking about!”
After
several minutes of everyone trying to pry Chi Chi off
me and detain her I thought this would be a good chance to talk to Vegeta, alone. He was wearing a spandex-like fighting wear,
blue fighting wear. “So everyone says you and this Son Gokuu
don’t, well, get along. Am I right?”
The
Saiya-jin no Ouji snorted,
“I always said I’d kill him, but that doesn’t mean I’d do it. I’d lose a good
sparring partner that way. And the only way to defeat Kakarotto
is to fight him at his own game.”
“I
see, so you fight a lot?” I asked suspiciously.
“Like
no shit, Sherlock! I’m the Prince of all Saiya-jins!”
screeched the peeved Saiya-jin.
Yes,
I have learned a lot from this case about these people’s lives. Weird lives I
might add. Then that made me think back to the crime scene, if there were no
footprints around the ditch then the person who had to have killed Gokuu would have that ability to fly. That went it had to
be one of these ‘Z-fighters’! And all the evidence was pointing to Vegeta. And he did say he’d kill Gokuu.
“Are you good at fighting?” I regretted saying that.
He
glared at me with cold eyes, “Want to see for your self? You want to be today’s
practice dummy?”
“No
thanks!” I hesitated to do anything.
“Don’t
worry. I’m not going to waste my time on you.”
I
left thinking it would be best. I didn’t want him to fulfill that little joke.
Walking down the hallway of Capsule Corp., I gathered everyone’s behavior. Now Vegeta is obviously a candidate, but he could’ve been
telling the truth. Chi Chi was always mourning over Gokuu, Gohan was always trying to
figure out who killed his father, Bulma would sniffle
every once in a while, Trunks was just as concerned, and Goten
didn’t seem care. I heard there was more to the family and friends, but they
were currently away I suppose.
I
turned ever which way to find myself going around in circles. C.C. was huge
especially for someone who has never been inside. I went through every
combination of routes I could think and still couldn’t find the back or front
door. “You know, they should have signs in this place.”
“Well
this is a house,” the purple haired wonder appeared from out of the blue winds.
(a/n: It’s a play off of the Trunks Special.) Oh I
forget his name! Another thought occurred to me, why did all these guys look so
damn hot? “What me to show you to the door?”
Oh
you could show me a lot more, “Yes that would be great!” but what’s even
greater is… Trunks! That’s it! His name was Trunks.
So
Trunks led me the opposite way that I was going. Figures I always got to be the
lost one. “So how come you didn’t tell us of anything yet? I mean isn’t that
your job?”
“Yes,
but you see. In some cases like these it’s best not to tell immediately on what
you know, because the murder could take action into their own hands if you know
what I mean.” I clearly told him.
“So
you think the murderer is one of us?” Trunks pondered.
I
though again, “It would have to be. Remember who could do all that damage to
Mr. Son Gokuu.”
“I
guess you’re right. Well here’s the exit,” he said offering me to go ahead with
a hand gesture.
*******
Krystyl: Yes, I know it sucks but I’m trying to get out
the clues.
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