Kyle's pov
I had to laugh at my nearing triumph and the grand upcoming fall that awaited the prideful Reagan clan. Oh this was going to be GOOD! They thought they could outsmart me, just like in college?! Well, they had another thing coming. A curve ball they never anticipated. My Mona Lisa of schemes; and no detective or cop would or could ever see it coming. I would be the last man standing, one way or another.
Those congratulatory thoughts swarmed through my mind as I got ready to put my grand scheme into action. I had to get my tools and the proper attire, not to mention everything I would need to concoct the perfect disguise, and some things for an old acquaintance who once was my friend and roommate. Tonight was MY night. Mine and NO one else's. No one would mourn for the fallen, but they would cheer and celebrate my name. Man-ning! Man-ning! I could hear the cheers in my mind. As far as the fallen, not a word was spoken towards him or about him; the people in the streets caught up in celebrating me and my deeds.
My plan was very intricate and elaborate, worthy of a genius. Which, as I was about to prove, I was. I smiled, grin widening little by little as my plan got closer and closer to its execution. Soon, but not soon enough, it was go time. I picked the lock of the Reagan residence and silenced the alarm, guessing the password on my first try. The numbers that held the letters that spelled out NYPD. Were they for real? Predictability at its finest.I shook my head. Too easy.
By 2 in the morning, I had entered the house, ready to continue with my plan. Go to the room, knock the guy out; stuff him in my trunk;and then drive off. After that, I would use the clothes, makeup,colored contact lenses, voice modifier and wig to become the very man I had taken into captivity as a hostage; and with his looks and voice and mannerisms which I had thoroughly studied; I would infiltrate the household and kill the remaining guy, all while the other died in my trunk for all I cared. The car was a rental anyways. I quietly, quickly and silently put my plan into fruition. It had been done. Once I deemed the car was far enough and had secured the trunk in a way so that my prisoner would not escape; I slipped into the household once more; this time disguised as one of my classmates; an upper hand I would gladly use to take the other one down.
(A/N: Guys and girls; who was taken? Mason or Jamie? Comment in reviews!)