Hi again guys! I know two chapters in one day! This one is solely in ?'s P.O.V. This probably doesn't answer any questions, but I thought this deserved to be an individual chapter.

The only person that has reviewed between the time I wrote last chapter and this chapter is Musical Skater.

Musical Skater: I know it is. I have another show on my mind and my otp for that and I have buttloads of ideas for that, but none for this sometimes. Thank you and here is yet another chapter written in somewhere around an hour.

Last time: A-chan: Everyone sang. That's a pretty accurate description, right? I literally just posted that chapter and I can't think of what to write here.

?'s P.O.V.

I tapped my finger tips against the desk in my room. Staring at all of the photos, of Carrie and her band and that other band, that littered my walls, I spun my chair. In front me was a wall dedicated to Carrie, all of them were, but this one was specifically her only. She looked so much like her mother. Pretty, elegant, and provocative. There was really no meaning in me killing her mother. It was just fun, I guess.

There also wasn't a reason that I took them both. I don't know what fired up in me when I first saw Carrie's mom. I just had to get rid of her for some reason. I don't know why though.

It wasn't very easy, nor very hard to evade the police in the first couple of years since then. But eventually, when I crossed state lines, they stopped looking for me. Then I found those two, well I didn't find them, they were given to me by my late sister after she passed. A few years into having those two twins (yes they were twins) I started to devise a plan. A plan where they would bring her out to me.

Then she would be mine. The girl twin always complained about Carrie. She didn't like her. But her brother loved her very dearly. He wanted to help me find her. I promised him (my fingers were crossed behind my back) when he was very young that I would let him play with her when I got her.

Maybe I would let him do what he wanted now that I thought about it. Hearing the front door slam, I realized my niece and nephew, my spies, were back. I get up from my chair and walk out my door, not bothering to shut the door.

"Why the hell do you want her so freaking bad? She's so annoying that I want to kill her now. She's hogging all the spotlight!" The female twin exclaims from the living room. Her brother walks in a moment later, mail in hand.

"What's up with her?" I ask the boy. She had already stomped her way up the stairs and to her room.

"Who knows," he says, reading the addresses on the envelopes. Tossing the mail on the counter, he turns to me. "It'll be soon, right?"

His eyes shine with excitement. He has been waiting since the day I told him about Carrie Beff for the moment the plan would start.

"Soon. I promise. Now go do your homework," I tell him, ruffling his hair.

"Okay." And with that he leaves. He was always the more obedient one of them. Sometimes I wonder what they would've turned into if my sister and her husband didn't get into that car crash 9 years ago.

I go back to the darkness of my room, the only light coming from the two small windows parallel each other. Spinning in my chair, I stare once again at my Carrie wall. I wonder once again what would Carrie be like if she still had a mother. I know that I took that simple joy away from her and her sister, but I just had to get rid of her for some reason. The reason that I'll probably know.

Right now I just want Carrie to know me as the person that turned her world upside down. The person that ruined her life. The person that's been sending those letters. I know she has them. She has to. Why would she throw away the one thing that can lead her to the truth?

Grabbing a pen and a ripped piece of paper, I write yet another cryptic note to my love. I ask her if she remembers me. If she wants to know the truth. I give her the address to a P.O. box I have in town.

As I leave, I yell upstairs that I'll be leaving, but'll be back soon. I make the brisk walk to Carrie's, making sure no one sees me, I sneak from the side of her house. Knowing she'll be the only one home, I set the note, this time it's in an envelope with her name elegantly written on the front, in front of the door and ring the doorbell.

I jump into the bushes outside her house. My heart races as I hear footsteps come to the door. If she sees me, this whole little game is over, but I don't want that. So I watch as my love bends down and picks up the envelope, staring curiously at it before shutting the door. I sit uncomfortably in the bushes for several minutes until I deem the coast clear.

On the way back home, my phone rings. It's the boy twin. He asks when I'm coming home. I tell him not to worry. That I'm on my way and will be there soon to make dinner. We hang up at the same time.

When I get back, the table is already set for the three of us. He and his sister were in the kitchen/ dining room. She helps me make dinner. It's one of her true passions even though she is horrible at it. I let her do the little things, like cut up stuff or stir something, depending on what we're making.

I remember the one time when they tried to make me a cake. They had used the cookbook and everything, but it turned out flatter than a pancake, but I still ate it. I told her that I liked it and she smiled at me for the first time. That was the first time I saw that smile. Before that, after the loss of her mother, she had become very dull and sad. She never wanted to do anything with me and her brother. But after she made me that cake, she has been trying to impress me ever since.

The next day, a Saturday thankfully, meaning that I don't have to work (not like I work a lot anyways). I got a call from the post office around noon that day. They said that I had received mail. I smiled and said that I would be there soon.

I left them both alone again and went to pick up my mail. I inwardly grinned at the letter.

As soon as I walked out of the post office, I opened it.

'Who are you?' The letter read. 'And what is this 'truth'?'

I smiled larger than I think I ever had before. She had fallen into my trap.

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