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Chapter 6

You are Natara Williams. You, Mal, and Dawg walk toward the house of Phoebe Patterson. Dawg leaps onto the porch and sits patiently waiting for you and Mal. You notice how the yard and house is in good condition.

"Doesn't exactly look like a house of a serial killer, does it," you say.

"No it doesn't," Mal agrees. You both walk up to the porch and stand there for a moment. "Want to ring the doorbell Dawg?" Dawg wags his tail, stands on his hind legs, and presses his nose against the doorbell.

"Where did he learn to do that?" you ask in amazement. Before he can answer a woman answers the door. Her long black hair is braided and she's wearing a blouse and jeans.

"Can I help you?" she asks.

Mal steps forward, "This is Agent Natara Williams, and I'm Mal Fallon. We went to high school together?" She squints at Mal.

"Yes I remember you. Come on in." Inside the house everything is clean except for a the coffee table. Dawg starts to wander around the house, but you and Natara sit on the couch as Phoebe sits on the recliner.

"We'd like to ask you a few questions," you say.

"Can I ask what this is about first?"

Mal speaks, "There's been a lot of people getting killed that went to our school."

"You think I'm that person?!"

"No one is blaming you for anything. We just want to ask some questions," you inhale, "Mal says you were an outcast in high school, is this correct?"

Phoebe's eyes look sad, "Not just in school. My home life wasn't that great either."

"What was life like back then?"

"I was unorganized, crazy, and didn't have a lot of social skills." You and Mal look around the house and notice how clean it is again.

"What made you change?" asks Mal.

"My fiance. After graduating high school I went from slightly crazy to a deranged lunatic, I went to the hospital and met Patrick, who was a volunteer at the time. Thanks to him my life is getting better. I'm more organized, sane, and we've been working on getting me out of the house. A few months ago we went to see his family, and I got a glimpse of what he was like. Growing up he had friends, but was very quiet. I'm the first girl who isn't related to him that he could actually have a full conversation with."

"Were you on vacation when those murders happened?" you ask.

"The one where someone was killed every hour? Yes, we were in Las Vegas that week."

"Do you still want to rule the world?" asks Mal.

She laughs, "No. It was a silly idea."

You talk to both Mal and Phoebe, "Do you remember anyone from high school who could be the murderer?"

"Does that include teachers?" asks Phoebe.

Mal stands up, "I think I've got it! Mr. Wackjob!" Phoebe's eyes light up and she nods her head.

"Who?" you ask.

"It's not his real name, but everyone called him that," Mal explains.

Phoebe adds, "He was a mean fellow, and had some sort of connections with criminals. I can't remember exactly how he was connected, but a student found out and informed the police."

"He was sentenced to 10 years in prison," said Mal.

"Who told on him?" you ask.

"Nobody in the school knows. He doesn't know for sure either," said Phoebe.

"Wouldn't he have found out at his trial?" you say.

Mal didn't let Phoebe answer, "Thank you for your time Phoebe. You were a big help. Come on boy!" Dawg comes back and heads toward the door. As the three of you exit to the car Mal talks, "I figured it was a possibility she was the killer until I saw Dawg's reaction."

"What do you mean?"

"It's kind of a gift of Dawg's. He always seems to know who's a jerk and who isn't. Now we've got to find Mr. Wackjob."

You get in the passenger side, "I wonder who told the police he had connections."

Mal gets into the driver's seat after letting Dawg in the back, "You're looking at him."

You are Mal Fallon in high school. You're sitting in detention in Mr. Wackjob's room. The teacher is sitting at his desk staring at you with cold, mean eyes. You glare at him back.

"So Mr. Fallon it seems that you've broken the school's record of most detentions."

"It's a real honor," you mumble.

"I suppose it would be for you." He walks back over to his desk, "You know I don't like you."

"There's a shocker."

"I did like your father though. I don't know why, he acted just like you." He thinks a bit and then sneers. "Perhaps it's because of you're mother." You raise an eyebrow. "It's such a pity your father wasted his time with that piece of trash." You struggle not to get up and shout at him.

"If your father wanted to he could've gotten married to an attractive woman, but he chose... that."

That was it you couldn't take it anymore and stood up. The teacher continued, "And then he had you. A boy half human and half scum."

You walk towards him, "Now hold..." He slaps you across the face before you can finish your sentence. You stare at him with wide eyes full of shock.

"Enjoy your stay Fallon," He heads toward the door, "I'll be back in 15 minutes." He leaves and shuts the door behind him. You run to the door and try to open it, but it's locked. You know it's useless, but you keep trying to turn the knob.

You are Mal Fallon in the present. You're driving towards the station with Natara and Dawg.

"Oh my gosh!" exclaimed Natara, "What happened next?"

"I noticed something on his desk and went to pick it up."

You walk toward the desk and pick up a piece of paper. It says, "Thank you Mr. Wacdom for the drugs. I'll be sure to send you the money soon." You grab the note and stuff it in your pocket. Your father never did believe Mr. Wackjob was an evil teacher, and now you have proof. You run to the window and open it, when you realize what might happen if he found out you stole the note. You grab another piece of paper.

"Dear Sir, I have stolen your note and freed Mal Fallon." This will make sure Mr. Wackjob won't suspect you took the note. Making sure the letters looked nothing like your handwriting you set it on his desk before fleeing.

In the present you are talking to Natara in your office, "I hoped no one would tell him who ratted him out. I was happy to hear that all he knew was the person was a student in my class." You look at the yearbook in your hands. "Now I wish no one had said anything."

"If this is the killer he must be killing all of your classmates hoping to kill whose responsible for sending him to prison," Natara stated. She reaches for her phone and starts to send a text.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

"Canceling my date with Oscar. I'm going to confront this man." You feel relieved hearing that she was canceling a date, but that relief is suddenly gone.

"Wait a minute, I'm. You're not taking me?"

"Of course not. It doesn't seem like it would end well for you if you went."

"You're not going alone though right?"

Natara sighs, "I was planning on going alone. I might need Dawg's nose though." Hearing his name Dawg stood up and walked toward Natara. "If that's okay with you of course."

"Okay, but make sure to have him home by seven. Otherwise I'm coming after you." Natara and Dawg exit, leaving you alone. A few minutes later you realize you don't know where she's going.

You are Natara Williams. You and Dawg make your way towards a house with weeds in the yard, and dirt on the wall.

"Now this looks like a serial killer's house." You knock on the door and a man answers it. Seeing him, Dawg immediately growls. The man looks at him and then you before slamming the door and running deeper into the house.

You kick the door and it flies off its hinges. "Now lets go find him." Dawg cautiously enters the house. You take out your gun and come in as cautiously as he does. You remind yourself that if you see the man you need to point and say 'tackle' to Dawg. No other word will cause him to attack. Dawg sniffs the floor and then runs upstairs. You follow, gun still drawn.

At the top Dawg leads you to a bedroom. You hear the man's voice coming from the closet, "I knew they'd come." You make your way to the closet, but notice that Dawg had turned around and began to growl. Your're already across the room with so much distance between you and the door to the hallway. You turn around and see Mr. Wackjob in the room and standing by the door.

"Tac..." It's too late. He runs out the door and closes it. You run and try to open it, but it's locked. "Just like in his story."

"Whose story?" asks the retired teacher. Dawg barked and snarled at the door.

"It doesn't matter," you say. Remembering how Mal had escaped you look around the room and see no windows. Again you hear him talking from the closet. You go over and see it was a recording. Dawg barks at the other door. You walk over to the door and prepare to shoot the lock. From a peephole he sees you coming, and he opens the door a crack. Before you can shoot he takes the gun and closes the door.

"We don't want any guns now do we? After all, they're dangerous." Ignoring him you begin to slam into the door. "You can sit tight. I'll be right back." You hear him leaving and look at the clock. It's only 5:30.

If you didn't suspect Phoebe was the killer, good for you! Next chapter we'll see what happens to Dawg and Natara. Review!