A/N: Remeber when I said I'd update frequently this weekend for both of my fics? Yeah, that didn't happen. I was away both Firday and Saturday, plus homework. I'll update when I can. This chapter is dedicated to Eleen who helped me plot out different ideas of how a certain someone could befal accidents that have severe injury or worse. Read and keep reviewing? Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.
Conveniently
Somewhere in La Push sits a lonely werewolf. Jacob Black. Searching his brain for one good reason why Billy had demanded that he put up exactly one thousand Christmas lights on an old abandoned warehouse. No one ever ventured around the warehouse because of reasons unknown, but one thing was for certain: if something completely coincidental had happened and you got injured or worse, no one would be around to hear you scream.
Currently, the werewolf in question was standing on an old rusty ladder that was conveniently leaned up against the back of the building. So far, the job hadn't been as strenuous as he thought it would be. Stupid, yes. Strenuous, no.
He was fumbling with a strand of blue and yellow lights when he conveniently lost his footing. Down, down, down he fell, about ten feet in total, landing on his back with a small thud. Too bad he wasn't a werecat, otherwise he would've landed on his feet.
The impact his body made upon hitting the ground caused the building to shake. Unfortunately, the shake was enough to conveniently cause a string of icicles to fall from their resting place on the roof's edge… Falling right towards an unsuspecting werewolf.
A loud resounding splice was followed by a very girlish shriek.
Then all was silent.
If someone were to conveniently wander into the deserted part of La Push, they would find the corpse of a now dead werewolf.
The coroner's report would be as follows:
Name: Jacob Black
Sex: Male
Age: 16
Cause Of Death: Impaled Conveniently By Icicles