Driven Purpose; CREEPYPASTA STORY

Chapter seven; Mission

The next morning, we were planning to plot the location of the victims. One problem, Jeff went out. This left Jack and I to ourselves for a bit. Jack repetitively mumbled about Jeff's stupidity, which made me laugh.
"What's so funny"? Jack asked, rolling his eyes.
"You," I laughed again, "You keep mumbling. You never mumble", I note, which leaves him confused, most likely. Before he can say anything, I saunter off to my bedroom. I remember names, dates, occasions, and profiles of people I've jut met or people I've known my whole life. I was born that way. (A/N Queue Lady Gaga music)
I sat on the couch, and let my mind wander off. I'd hoped I wouldn't think about this, but I really did miss Masky. Not as in the best friend type of way. I really missed him.
I sighed, as Jack came into the room, holding a portfolio.
"Plans have changed. The victims are on the move, and we need to start...now", And at that, we bustled out the door and into the city.
"Okay," I panted, "Which way"? I asked as we came to a three way.
"This way", he grabbed my hand as we ran. Oh, we forgot about Jeff!
"Yes, I know," Jack said, coming to an abrupt stop at an old building. He handed me a gun, and I stuffed a knife into my front pocket.
He hoisted me into a broken-glassed window, and I ducked down, checking the old room. Nothing of importance in here.
I turned around, and grabbed Jacks hand, helping him into the room.
"Okay, third floor," he whispered, taking the lead.
I quietly followed, as glass crunched under my shoes. Shh, I told myself. We found a stairwell, immediately ascending it.
A sign with an arrow said "Second Floor", We continued on, reaching the next floor.
"Okay, the victims should be up here. But listen, Don't shoot the one with the tan jacket, okay? Just trust me, he's not going to hurt you", He mumbled something else under his breath, but I shook it off.
We climbed the next set of stairs, coming immediately to a solid black door. The whole scene screamed "DEATH".