Kids Next Door

Operation: M.U.R.D.E.R.

Chapter Nine: The End

"What do you make of it, Ted?"

"I dunno. Ten people on an island, all dead… two poisoned, one beaten on the head, one an ax to the head, one injected, one shot in the head, one drowned, one crushed, one shot, and one hung, a suicide."

"Yeah, about that suicide. Somebody must have been there to put the stool against the wall. From their diaries I have an idea on what might have happened."

The two policemen were perplexed with this case. The residents of the next island had been told to not respond to any signals for help. They were playing a game with a bunch of other rich folks, apparently.

Suddenly, another guy ran up.

"Hey, inspectors, some fishermen found this message in a bottle floating around the island!"

They opened the bottle, and slowly opened the letter. They found the answer to all of their and you readers' questions.

Yo My Homies,

This letter has the answer to an unsolvable mystery on Indian Island.

I, Numbuh Four, have HATED adult haters. I mean, they're people too! Without adults, we kids wouldn't survive.

I joined the KND to try and stop them in secret, but I always failed. So, I brought them and other members of adult-killing groups to Indian Island.

I always had an instinct to kill. But I always had this annoying sense of justice. I loved the poem "Ten Little Indians" because it had such elaborate ways of dying. I always loved mysteries, and-dare I say it- have always wanted to commit a murder myself, an elaborate one.

So, I conducted this entire theme-based murder mystery myself, completely unsolvable.

I killed Steven and Ginny first because their crimes were the smallest, they were merely important in their respective organizations. I went to Ginny in the night and, while she was drowsy, told her to take the pills.

Same goes for Numbuh One. He was so bossy, ordering us all around. I merely had to sneak up on him.

Numbuh 2 was stupid and annoying, and he made machines that helped KND. I sneaked up on him as well.

Mary ran away from her mother, she was so into it. I stole Dr. Fowl's syringe.

By now I had made friends with Dr. Fowl. We agreed that we should fake my death, since it might help to surprise the real murderer or something. He couldn't believe that I could be the murderer.

Being a doctor, he put some red putty on my forehead, and pretended I was dead.

That night we went by the sea to talk. If only the fool had remembered: Four little Indians walking by the sea, a red herring swallowed one and then there were three. Well, I shoved him off the cliff.

He had also run away from his family.

Numbuh 3 was easy, she went right up to the house, and I watched as Numbuh 5 killed Violet.

I would've killed 5, but I wanted it to fit the rhyme, so I set up the room in a suggestive way, with the smell of the sea drifting in, so her own guilt of murdering her own adult-loving sister would drive her to suicide.

Now, I will use a small mechanism using a rubber band to shoot myself in the head so that the gun flies away, and I will fall back on the bed, as if the others put me here. The police will find ten dead bodies and an unsolved mystery.

Sincerely,

Numbuh Four,

Wally

THE END

Ha ha! Bet you weren't expecting that! But a past reader from a different name: As you can see, 4 didn't exactly die when you thought he did. Of course, here he's an insane psychopath, but never mind that.

Any questions? I want to add that when 5 died, she could smell the sea, I forgot to mention that, and she thought that her sister wanted her to hang herself.

Happy Trails!