(A.N) Thanks for waiting! But unfortunately, this story may not be finished before school starts. And when school starts, I won't have much time to write. This story is almost coming to a close, so let's see if I can finish it before Monday (I doubt it. -.-).

Alright, so we left off last chapter with Brick being the murderer. Now, let's finally see the story from another POV; none other than the murderer himself, Brick!

Chapter 9: The Place Where We First Met

Abandoned Warehouse

Brick's POV

I have been hiding here with my brothers, ever since 5 years ago. Why, you ask?

Well, I killed someone.

Yeah, that's right, I killed someone. After that little incident, I got the courage to tell my brothers. After wondering what to do, we concluded that we should run away. Somewhere far away from Townsville, where we used to live. I don't know where we are now, but it seems safe for me, since no one seems to be living here anymore. It's completely abandoned. The warehouse I'm in now, even the whole town seems deserted.

For food, Butch and Boomer fly to a nearby town and steal some sandwiches from their stores. Yeah, we've been living on sandwiches and water for 5 years. It's not that bad, once you get used to it.

But man, I really do miss my home in Townsville...

And Blossom...

"Hey Brick, me and Boomer are going to get some food, alright?" Butch said.

"Yeah, alright," I answered.

They flew off, and I was left alone.

I'm thankful for my brothers. I really owe them a lot. Instead of living here with me, in this nasty hell of a warehouse, eating nothing but sandwiches and water for 5 years, they could have just as easily stayed in Townsville. Where they could do and eat whatever they wanted.

But they stayed with me.

And you really have to admire them for that.

Alright, enough with all these saddening tales. There's been something on my mind lately.

Recently, I've been having this strange... feeling. Like someone other than my brothers knows about my secret, that I've murdered someone.

But that's impossible. The only people I told were my brothers. No one else.

And each day, that feeling kept getting worse. Worse and worse, until finally I couldn't take it anymore.

Someone knows my secret. But who?

Boomer's POV

"Hey Boomer," Butch said.

"What?" I answered.

"You wanna do somethin' fun?"

"Um, no..."

"Come on, it'll be interestin', promise!"

"I said no, Butch! Let's just get the food and head back!"

"It's not that bad anyway, just come on!"

"WHAT?" I yelled.

Butch and I were flying, we were on our way to the nearby town to steal some food. But every time we do, Butch always comes up with some crazy idea that almost gets us caught.

"Just listen to my idea!"

"Fine, what?"

"Let's steal a TV!"

"WHAT? Alright Butch. First of all, you think we'll be able to carry a TV from here to the warehouse? And second, WE'LL BE CAUGHT FOR SURE!"

"How?"

"Because it's SO easy to transport a TV, don't you think, Butch?"

"We can hide it somewhere!"

"Where, in our pants?"

"Please! If we steal a satellite dish too, we could get signal! And trust me, I can carry the TV all by myself! Just help me out with this, bro!"

"Fine. But if we get caught it's all your fault."

"Don't worry!"

About an hour later

Abandoned Warehouse

Brick's POV

I wonder what's taking Boomer and Butch so long...

Suddenly, the warehouse door bursts open and I see Boomer and Butch carrying in a TV. And a satellite dish.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" I asked.

"We got a TV!" Butch replied.

"It was all his idea," Boomer said.

"Yeah, it was my idea, and that means if it works, you have to thank me!"

I just let Butch do what he wanted. Even if I stopped him, it wasn't like he could return it or anything.

Soon, he had the satellite dish set up at the top of the warehouse, and the TV was turned on.

How did we have electricity in there, you ask? Well, let's just say Butch and his power of electricity came in handy.

I grabbed the remote and started flipping through channels. Surprisingly, it worked.

"Ha! Now you guys gotta thank me! Especially you, Boomer!" Butch exclaimed.

"Yeah yeah, whatever."

As I was flipping through the channels, I saw something I couldn't believe.

It was...

Blossom.

Broadcasting live.

"Hey hey hey, what's she doing there?" Butch shouted at the screen.

Boomer and I were wondering the same thing.

Blossom was saying this:

"So please, Brick, if you're out there listening to me right now, please come home. I'm sure you're not in Townsville anymore, I know you're scared. But I can help you, please just come home! My sisters and I have been worried sick about you for 5 years! Do you know how long that is? I..."

She started to tear up.

"...I thought you were dead."

I looked towards the floor. I couldn't face her. Not even from the TV screen. I made her worry. Probably more than I could ever imagine. I mean, she thought I was dead.

From then on, I just listened with my ears; I could no longer look at her, with tears streaming down her face.

"But... I know what you did. And I'm sure you didn't mean to do it, so I just want to hear you out. Maybe I can help you or something and..."

She went silent for a while.

"...I miss you."

I looked up, towards the screen, at her face.

"I love you so much, do you understand that? I can't stand the thought of you hiding somewhere out there, living in fear for 5 years. And Boomer and Butch, my sisters miss you a lot too. Please, all of you, come home. And, if you really are listening..."

"...Come to the place where we first met."

And with that, she finished.

I stood up, turned towards the door, and started walking.

"H-Hey, Brick, where you going?" Butch asked.

"Don't tell me-"

"Yeah, I'm going there," I finished Boomer's sentence.

"To the place where we first met."

(A.N) Alright! I'm not sure if the next chapter could be finished before school starts, but either way, this story will be coming to a close soon!

Thanks for reading, now review!

-HatersHateCuzTheyAin'tMe :*