A/N:
I felt like writing something about H2O but didn't feel like writing so many chapters. So here's a little short story I wrote just for you to read.
~Cleo's Dead~
Emma and Rikki just stare down in shock at what they saw. Neither one spoke, neither one wanted to speak. Both had wide tear filled eyes as they looked down at the bloody body before them. They had tried to save her but they had been too late the deed had been done and their friend was gone...gone forever. Emma kneeled down gently touched one of her hands with her fingertips, it was cold icey almost.
"She's really dead." Emma whispered and looked back up at Rikki. "Cleo is really dead, her skin is cold and her heartbeat is gone."
Rikki shook her head as if she didn't want to beleive this. "She can't be dead, Emma. Cleo just can't be."
Emma rose to her feet and looked back at the killer who had done it. The murderer was frozen in place eyes wide, and when they mean frozen. Literally frozen, the man was frozen in solid ice a trick Emma so happened could do, freeze things. The killer still held the gun that had killed Cleo, and his dark brown eyes were still wide with fright.
"Who was that guy?" Rikki nearly growled. "And why on earth did he kill Cleo?"
"I don't know." Emma replied.
The man who was frozen wore torn black jeans and a white t-shirt, his hair was short and jet black. Forever the two mermaids would see his face whenever they remembered this scene and whenever they saw blood or heard murder and friend in the same time slot. Emma looked down as blood began to slowly trickle away in a mini stream across the ground.
"We havee to call the police." Emma said after a minute of thought.
Rikki nodded blankly. "But we should defrost sed murderer. Shouldn't we?"
Emma sighed and nodded reluctantly to have to sit back and watch such an evil person get his wish and be unfrozen and probably get away with murder. Rikki didn't want to but quickly balled her hand up into a fist over the ice, it cracked and crackled and sort of popped. The ice became water, the water became steam, and eventaully the man was free. He was unconscious, but free.
"I'll call the police before he wakes up." Emma said quickly and took out her phone.
Rikki nodded and looked around, the beach had nothing to offer but a hand sized rock. She wanted to make it look like Emma or herself threw the rock to knock out the murderer. A rock would not do much good, but it was worth a try, she ran over to the rock and threw it straight at the unconscious man's head. The head shook slightly and the rock lay right next to it. That would make up for the unconscious excuse.
"They're on their way, but I have to stay on the line just in case." Emma anounced.
Rikki nodded robotically and sat down a foot from Cleo's dead body. Tears streaming from her eyes as well as Emma's, both cried over their best friend, Cleo...
A/N:
When I said short story, I really meant short. So how was it?