A/N: I do not own the characters.
(Unknown POV)
I laugh to myself. Why am I like this? Oh yeah, because it's true; how you're raised is who you become. When I was a kid, I had two other brothers and three other sisters. I was the middle child. I had no talents, I had no abilities, and I had no self esteem. I was a nobody.
I was twelve when I first stole something. It was a pack of gum for the variety store. Something small, light, something you wouldn't notice being gone. But the thrill, oh the thrill was... staggering. It was breathtaking. I wasn't planning on stealing anything that day either. It just happened. I'm so glad I did though, for it gave me purpose. It gave me pleasure. It made me noticed somehow because one day someone would notice that gum was gone, and it would be my fault. I would be the reason, so I had reason.
I still steal.
But now, I steal much, much bigger items. Loads of cash, technology, the occasional gasoline, and so much more. And the thrill, well it's still there.
The latest thing that I stole was a laptop. This fool left his shiny volvo unlocked at the Boat's Inn. It's more of a motel so I don't know why they call it an inn, but whatever.
That's not the point.
It is a nice laptop, too. And he saved all his passwords on it.
I took it to the closest McDonald's parking lot and get into their wifi.
This kid has everything.
His screensaver is of him and some girl.
I recall seeing them when I was inside the motel.
The girl, short, pretty, with big brown eyes and long, curly brown hair. I could picture those eyes in fear and it sends a tickle down my back.
I feel so smug.
But that isn't the point of the story.
Oh no, something far, far more interesting happened.
This is the couple of runaway kids.
Oh yes, yes they are.
They ran and ran all the way from Forks.
And I hold precious information in my hands.
This is a hunt now.
And the predator always gets the prey.