My life is so dull and poor. I live with my brother Jasper. He is in fact a criminal. He's life is just as poor as mine. Our cousin recently got shot and he didn't make now Jasper swears he is going to find the person who shot him. Our house is dark and dull. My brother owns it and he can't afford to pay the bills so we don't have electricity or gas but we can just afford the water bill. The walls have cracks in them, the windows smashed and the only door the works right is the front. We live in a warehouse right next to the ocean. I don't think it actually classifies as a house. We own a black van that Jasper intends on using for the person who intends to torture. I didn't want any part of it because I'm not that type of guy, the one who hunts and kills.

Jasper sleeps on the couch and I sleep on the only bed in here. It's a single and the mattress is too hard to be called a mattress. The couch is far worse. The old stinky orange-red couch has a few holes in it. We've had it for years but when you see Jasper on it, it doesn't look as bad as he does. He said 'the floor is better than the couch' but I disagreed with him.

"What are you doing?" I asked him as I walked into the big open room with only a couch and a chair.

"Planning."

I shook my head and walked into the room with the fridge. Even though it doesn't work we still use it for storage.

"I don't know how he's still alive. I have to pay for the food and my school bills." I whimpered to myself.

Before this my life was normal. I had parents who took care of me until they divorced and my mum left leaving me with Jasper and my dad. Dad got depressed and he eventually couldn't take it anymore. He was hard and it still is sometimes. I was raised to take care of people, a caretaker. Now I'm taking care of my brother. He's 20 and I'm 17 almost 18. I'm about to finish high school. I only had 1 friend, which I was grateful for. It was nearly time for me to leave to go to school. I got into the van and started driving to school.

I pulled into the car pack of the school and parked in my usual spot, the one closest to the school. I arrived just on time and the bell went as soon as I got out of my van. I hurried to class. Every day, every time I walk into class I always here the whispers from the girls sitting across from me. They all agreed everyday that I was somehow hot. They're very lucky they don't appeal to me. Once they find out where I live and what I live with they will run, screaming as they go. The one good thing about living where I live...the beach. Class started and we had a different teacher this time. Trig went quickly. It was lunchtime and Emmett and I sat at our table. The table had our school logo on it, it was a dragon and the slogan of coarse...firepower is the key to success. We started eating lunch. The rest of the school went quickly as usual and I drove home and found Jasper sitting on the couch.

"Hey, I found out who it was."

"Ah... then who is it then?" not really interested.

I went over to sit next to him and he showed me some photos of a family.

"One of these did it. So I'm going to get the first one I see."

I looked at him and shook my head in disgust. Should I warn them? I don't want anyone getting hurt but I can't stand back and let this happen... I thought.

I decided not to warn them but I would help them when he got one of them. It might hurt his feelings but he will have to deal with it. I never liked the idea of hunting the killer down even the word is horrible to me.

"He is never going to get over this." I said in a low voice so he couldn't hear me.

Jasper came in and asked me "I'm going for the teenager, do you want to come?" he actually thought I would be interested in helping him.

"No."

He left without another word. I heard the van drive off.