*Joel Campbell's POV*

The Watcher is in Chicago! How did he know I was here? He just killed the woman in a picture that was sent to me, I failed again to try to find the women who were targeted. I looked at it, it was Monica Tilly, a high school teacher who was recently divorced, her ex had full custody of her son. I need to know the identity of the killer, who killed the love of my life. He's been taunting me for a long time, even after she died, sending me pictures of each of his victims a day before he kills them. It was too late, she was already dead! I took some aspirin for my frequent migraines. 

"Fuck me," I whispered to myself.

I took a sip of water to swallow my pill, sat down and turned on my TV to a sports channel.

*Katherine's POV*

Ms. Tilly wasn't at school the next morning, an old bitch of a sub was in my homeroom.

"An announcement guys settle down!" She shouted.

We were quiet, she held up a paper.

"Congratulations to Katherine Griffin for making the gifted and talented list."

They clapped for me.

"Good job girl!" Kyle cheered.

"Is there a way to get out of that program?" I asked the sub.

"Why would you wanna quit something like that? I expect it from Kyle but not you."

"Look ma'am, it shouldn't be about tests and grades when it comes to the future of these kids."

"Sorry honey, it is. What you do now...determines what you'll do in your future! Gifted and talented can mean a good future ahead of you! Why don't you wanna have a good future?"

"Because I don't wanna spend the rest of my life being in student loan debt for majoring in something I don't like. I'm a math wiz, so what, I may not wanna have a career in math."

"Whatever you say Miss. Griffin, let's get to work."

At lunch, me and Kyle were sitting together like always when the principal talked into the mic on the podium.

"Attention students and staff, we regret to inform you that Ms. Tilly has passed away, she was murdered..."

Kyle and I gasped.

"My God, we'll have that old bitch all year," I whispered

"What happened to her!?" Kyle shouted at the principal.

"Good question. According to the police, she was murdered by a serial killer who stalks women, mostly young women who are lonely, strangles them with a piano wire. He's known as The Watcher, his identity is unknown. So, be careful out there ladies, I know this is terrifying, we'll resume school as normal."

He left the podium.

"The Watcher was in California. What a coincidence," I said.

"Really?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah, the hell's he doing here?"

"Probably wipe out all lonely young women in the world."

I chuckled.

"Kath, this isn't funny."

"I know, I was laughing at your answer, not the death of our teacher."

"Are you like a psychopath or something?"

"Lord I hope not."

We smiled.

"Wanna come sleep over at my house this weekend?"

"Sure, we can get our mind off of The Watcher."

"Hey listen, if you see somebody stalking you or invading your personal space, you uppercut them in the throat ok, it'll make em stop."

"Ok, thanks girl."

"You're welcome, Dad says it to me when this kind of subject's brought up anywhere any moment."

"Your dad seems cool."

"He is, he's my superhero."

"Aww."

We smiled.

*David's POV*

That night while Katherine was sleeping, I went to a camera shop at the mall, spotting my next victim. A young girl with blonde hair up in small ponytails, playing around with the video camera hooked to a TV. She quickly turned to me feeling embarassed.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"It's quite alright, thought it was adorable."

She smiled and calmed down. I took a look at a camera in stock.

"You do processing here?"

"Yeah, pictures."

I got a roll of film, put it in the camera.

"What're you doing?"

"Gonna test it out."

She nodded, I walked slowly to her.

"I'm gonna take some pictures...and you're gonna process them for me."

She laughed, she posed after each photo I took of her. Sent one of them to Joel Campbell to get a rise out of him.

*Joel Campbell's POV*

The next morning, I checked the mail to find a new picture with writing on the back.

"Good luck finding her. - The Watcher."

I sighed.

"Why me?"

I went to the police station to talk to my friend. I showed him the picture.

"She's works at the mall's camera store."

"You recognize her?"

"Yeah, a thirty year old virgin."

"Figures, the guy kills lonely women."

I had to figure this out.

"Take me to the camera shop's security office, we can check out the camera."

I went there to check out the camera, I fast forward last night's tape...until a man dressed in all black suspiciously taking pictures of her, black jacket, black hair a little passed his neck. It wasn't a good look but it gave me an idea.