Okay, but I might be raiding your dorm again." I mumble as Phoebe passed out on the couch. I wandered around, before deciding to invade her room. What can I say, I don't know what privacy is. When I walked in all I could really find was a box spring mattress, a few blankets, and a pillow. "Jesus she is broke. College probably gave these to her." I look around and found a dresser. "Who the hell is this?" I ask, picking up a picture, to see Phoebe hugging a boy a few inches taller than her. He has longish brown hair and dark eyes. "Huh, wonder if he's the Jack dude she asked me about?" I shrugged and jumped out the window of the room.
I walked down to the local bank, unsure of if I should steal a few thousand or just take it outta my account. "Fuck it, i'll be nice." I say walking in. "How may i help you miss." "I'd like to take a thousand out of my account please." She nodded, and in a few minutes I had a thousand in ten hundreds. I slowly walked back to the college. I crept in by climbing into the window of course, and walked out to the living room. "Yo sleepy head, wake up." I yelled as i saw Phoebe's head. "What do you want, you creepy stalker lady?" she said, looking at me. "Oh I dunno maybe... THIS!" I say, holding up the money. She gasped. "Who did you steal from?" "Myself." I giggled. "Here all yours, buy some food and decent furniture." I say, tossing it at her. "HOW THE HELL DO YOU HAVE THIS MUCH MONEY?" She yelled. I smirked. "My occupation does pay well." She glared at me. "What?" I ask innocently. "Just don't kill anyone and you can crash here." she said, walking out. I walked around before sitting down on the couch and turning on the news. "We have breaking news! Last night there has been a reported murder of 4 individuals. There are no suspects yet but the victims were a group of middle school kids who had been out in the woods late last night. The kids had been 'bludgeoned' and stabbed to death. The investigators had discovered a weapon at the crime scene which appears to be a old, dull bladed hatchet, as you can see here." The picture changed to show snapshots of the weapon exactly as it was left on the crime scene. "Investigators had pulled the name of a possible suspect, Toby Rogers, a 17 year old boy who a few weeks ago had stabbed his father to death and tried to cover up his escape by setting a fire in the streets and the forest area around the neighborhood. Although they had believed the young boy had died in the fire, investigators suspect that Rogers may still be alive, due to the fact that his body was never found." My heart dropped as the news went on. "I have to find him now. Even more than before." I say, jumping out of Phoebe's dorm.
