*David's POV*

I snuck into the camera girl's house, after I left my apartment. I found her in her bedroom putting her dirty clothes in her hamper. The time is now, I put my hand over her mouth, she was squirming.

"Shhh, don't panic, it's just me. You remember, from the mall."

I tied her hands behind her back, I put her on her bed and tied her ankles together.

"How did you know where I live!?"

"Did you ever have the feeling you were being watched the past few days?"

She was crying so hard she was out of breath.

"W...W...Wa...Watcher!"

"That's right. You let a complete stranger take pictures of you. How could you be so stupid?"

She did nothing but cry.

"I guess you're not gonna answer me. I bet you're the type of girl who plays hard to get, maybe too hard."

She was still crying.

"Aww poor thing, you're here in your house, all alone with nobody to care for you."

I looked at my watch, a few more minutes.

"A few more minutes left, let's see what tastes you have."

I looked around the room, her dresser had basic girl stuff, hair stuff, makeup, pictures of family members.

"Booooorrrrring," I said blankly.

I continued to look around the room until I saw her TV, it was one of those TVs that were clear and you can see what's inside.

"That's a cool TV, bummer I can't afford a new TV."

I noticed her PS1 below it.

"Ah, Final Fantasy 7...you know I have a fourteen year old, she's got a Super Nintendo, she's a big fan of Castlevania and Mortal Kombat, she's into pretty violent gorey games. She doesn't know that I do this, no idea. She's my kid, that's different from my Watcher life."

I walked to her.

"A few moments babe. Wanna dance with me?"

I turned on her alarm clock radio. The music sounded like angels in heaven singing.

"Christian music, really?"

It turned out to be the intro to The Rolling Stones' You Can't Always Get What You Want. I laughed.

"My bad, honey, The Stones...nice. Let's dance.

I helped her up, she was still crying. 

"Twenty seconds left," I said swaying our bodies side to side.

"What're you gonna do to me?" She sobbed.

"Kill you. I dance with my victims so they can experience having a romantic relationship before I kill them."

It was time. I dropped her, took my wire out and choked her.

*Katherine's POV*

The next morning, I woke up seeing that it was nine on my clock. I got out of bed and walked to the living room, Kyle was still sleeping. I turned on the TV, it was the news. It woke her up.

"Hey Kyle, The Watcher has struck again."

The news showed a picture of a blonde and nerdy girl.

"I know that girl, I brought a camera from her!"

"Really?"

"That's fucked up. Who do you think will be next?"

"I don't know. You know any lonely people?"

"My grandma was recently widowed but she's in her nineties and she'll croak soon."

"The Watcher kills younger girls not the elderly."

"We might be next!"

"Kyle, don't worry, remember what I told you: Uppercut that motherfucker when you see him."

"His identity is unknown, how will we know The Watcher's in my field of vision?"

"Good question...be cautious."

Dad walked in the living room, wearing his black sweatshirt.

"Cold as shit in here," he said groggily.

"Morning Dad," I said.

"Morning Mr. Griffin."

"Morning girls."

He sighed.

"Kyle, how many times do I gotta tell you to call me David?"

"I'm sorry David."

"It's cool, so, I'm thinking about frying some baloney and eggs and make a sandwich out of them."

"Sounds so good!" We said.

"Ok, coming up."

As he was putting three pieces of baloney on a skillet, Kyle walked to him.

"David?"

"Hmm?"

He looked at her.

"There's this serial killer around these parts and we're scared."

"The Watcher right?"

"Yeah, his latest victim was just on the news, a mall employee. You know our teacher, Ms. Monica Tilly was killed by him the other day."

He looked at her.

"Goodness, that must've been hard to hear."

"We were informed at lunch, they're gonna hold a memorial assembly at school before the costume party."

"Costume party, that sounds fun. Are you going?"

"Yeah, hopefully Kath will too."

"She can go if she wants to. What's the ticket cost?" 

"Ten dollars."

"Ten dollars!? In my day, they cost a quarter for those school dances. Schools nowadays are getting greedy."

"I know Dad, costs a dollar to wear a damn hat!" I shouted.

We laughed. 

"David, you're a tall and tough looking guy. What would you do if you found out Katherine fell victim to The Watcher?"

"I would cut his arm open, tear out a ligament and choke him."

"I'd uppercut him and run."

"You could do that too."

Kyle sighed, she opened her mouth then closed it. She hesitated but it came out.

"Are you like a psychopath or something like that?"

Dad froze and looked at her.

"Why would you come up with a question like that?"

"Your answer to my question was disturbing."

"I'd do anything for my daughter, I'd kill for her. There may come a time where she comes to me crying and saying that her significant other beat the living shit out of her. I'd be pissed wouldn't you?"

"Yes."

"Ok, go watch some TV, there maybe something on that you both like, like MTV."

"MTV sucks dick," I said.

"Language."

"English."

I flipped through the channels until we saw Dexter's Laboratory. In the middle of the episode we were watching, I could hear plates being grabbed from the cabinet.

"Breakfast is ready."

We went to the kitchen, we got our sandwiches and watched TV together.

"When does your parents want you to be home?" Dad asked Kyle.

"I told them I wanted to spend the entire weekend with you guys. To be honest, I thought I could use a break from home. This is a quiet place you know, I don't hear the sound of my war vet Dad yelling at me for every small mistake I make. Have you been in the army David?"

"No, I was threatened military school by my father once, I knew damn well that threat was empty as a mason jar."

Kyle and I smiled.

"I never met my grandparents," I said.

"They only visited you a few times, you don't remember."

"I don't remember them at all."

"Because they don't like me."

"Why, why don't your parents like you?" Kyle asked.

"Dad hated me for no reason and my mom was too in love with him to think he's a total piece of shit like I did. I can't really count how many times he said for me to go fuck myself and there was no where to run to when I'm kicked out at eighteen."

I was kinda shocked to hear that about my dad.

"Dad...you never told me that about them."

"You never asked."

Kyle sat her plate on the coffee table and gave Dad a hug.

"I'm sorry you went through that."

She let go and continued eating.

"As soon as I turn eighteen, I'm gonna take a bus to New York and never look back, that's how much I hate my life right now."

"Me and Katherine will come with you," Dad smiled.

"Seriously, you'd come with me?"

"Sure, we could travel the world together."

"I'd rather stay in one place," I said.

"In New York," Dad replied.