Chapter Three:Ulrich's POV

I hid in the tree outside of the school, waiting for the next bell, and then I would go in, get my stuff, and kill who did this to Yumi. I must have waited an hour before the bell did ring. Everyone walked out and seemed to have forgotten about my attempted suicide. I'm sure the cops reported this to the chef and the chef would declare that I was dead. But they would have to have a body.

As the rest of the kids scattered in different directions, I put my hands through my hair, making it stay down. They thought I was dead and that's the way I wanted it to stay. I climbed down the tree in pain; the impact from the water dislocated my shoulder, which was hanging in at a strange angle. I opened the door with my good hand and walked in. I must've looked strange to the others, a slick haired, damp kid coming inside a school after school hours. I tried my best to look like a new kid, a kid that didn't jump off a dam and survived. Not a lot of people believed my act, but they still didn't know who I was. Finally, I got to Odd's room, opened the door to see him listening to something on his CD player and frown.

When he saw me he jumped up and yelled, "Who the hell are you?" mostly in fright, not anger.

"Shut up, Odd," I muttered, grabbed a big duffle bag and put some of my stuff inside.

"I'm Ulrich,"

Odd looked at me like I was a ghost and said, "I thought you were dead,"

"That's what I want people to think." I zipped up the duffle bag and walked out. I ran to the door, but Jim stopped me.

"Okay, who are you and why are you running?" he asked.

I didn't answer, but dropped kicked him in the gut. He doubled over in pain. I ran to the door again, more and more kids looking like they had my name on the tip of their tongue, getting ready to say my real name.

My bad shoulder hit the door hard and I screamed in agony. I ran outside. I noticed a cab and ran towards it. The driver had just dropped off an elderly lady and was ready to leave when I opened the passenger door.

"What the hell? What do you want, kid?" demanded the driver, who had a cigarette hanging between his lips.

"A ride to the nearest pawned shop,"

"It'll cost ya fifteen bucks,"

I through a twenty at him.

"The extra five's a tip,"

"Get in here!"

I sat down and began to hyperventilate. I took out my laptop and began to hack into a bank. I typed in the hacker's password: computer. I was thoughtful for a second. How much for a shotgun and a high caliber rifle. I shrugged and typed in ten thousand dollars. That should be about enough. I transferred it to my account. The cab stopped. "Thanks," I muttered and got out.

I looked around. This was the broken down part of the city. I walked into the pawn shop and saw an ATM. I jogged over to it and quickly placed in my account card. I took out all the cash in the account. Some people looked at me funny because a lot of hundred dollar bills slid out of the ATM. I smiled and gave a friendly wave.

I walked over to the counter and gazed at the collection of guns and hunting knives.

"Which do ya want?" asked a voice out of nowhere.

"Uh, the twelve gauge and the 30-30."

"Any ammunition?"

"Yeah, two boxful each,"

"That'll be four grand,"

I threw about forty hundreds on the table and he happily put them in the cash register.

Just as I turned with the guns, I heard him ask, "Ya going hunting," I smirked and turned around.

"You could say that,"