It was an all too familiar scene. The walls we're a warm and cozy brick red. A juke box stood in the corner of stairs that escalated upward. The room was buzzing with people, chatting and sitting in booths and chairs. On their right was a back room, where a pool table was visible, and on the left found a counter with a large and greasy looking man behind it. Little Cory gave out a little oink and waddled up to the fat man. "Oh, you again." he said, and he fed Little Cory a hamburger.

"Food." Cory sighed. "He just wanted food."

Alan, Morgan, Amy, Angela, Jack, Rachel, and Feeny all felt exahustion and annoyance. But Topanga eyed around. 'So this is where they moved Chubbies..'

"Hey," Jack nudged Cory and whispered to him, "Look over there."

Cory looked to his left and there stood by the entrance of the back room, a short boy with long burnette hair, draped in raggy clothing and chains, flipping a quarter up and down.

"Its the scary 11 --- 15 year old!" Cory rasped.

"He probably knows where Shawn is." Said Topanga.

"Someone go ask him.." Said Jack.

"You go." Cory said to Jack.

"You go." Jack said back.

"You go."

"No really, you go."

"You go."

"Oh, I'll just go!" hissed Topanga as she stepped foward catiously, and walked over to the kid. "Wheres Shawn?" asked Tooanga immedeatley.

At first the boy looked up at her and just stared, then he spotted Cory and the rest of them and he smirked. "Shawn Hunter? Eddie did him in real good just this morning."

"Whats that supposed to mean?" Topanga gulped, praying it didn't mean what she thought it meant.

"Did him in good I mean! The Hunter kid is dead!"

END CHAP 9


A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short...t'was essential..bah, you'll see, next chapter...t'will be the 2nd to last. :)