Exhausted Chase collapsed onto his bed, now wearing an undershirt and some sweatpants, it had taken forever to clean up that place, and then he had to run all the way back, which actually was the shortest thing about the whole experience. But now all he wanted to do was relax in bed, and watch T.V. till 9.

 

Casually he turned on the T.V. flipping through a couple of channels that were on commercial, till he finally settled on one of those unsolved Mystery shows, though it too was still on a commercial.

 

Tiredly, Chase yawned, and reached for the bowl of popcorn next to his bed. Soon enough it came back on, showing the pictures of a very gruesome murder scene, one that Chase knew all too well.  

 

That was his house.

 

"By the time the police arrived at the scene, Stuart Nology had already taken his son and fled," The reporter droned on

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Chase's fist tightened, he knew the truth, and that's why he knew that his father wasn't the one who killed his mother.

 

"And though he is still at large today, police searches have yet been unsuccessful."

 

The program now switched to another reporter

 

"Sadly, though, that does not mean that he has disappeared. Since then his reputation has grown from the murder of his wife to the murder of a small town reporter named Clutch Jones, and his wife, Maria Jones."

 

Chase's fist tightened even more

 

He knew his father, and though he wasn't personally there when those two died, he knew that Tech didn't do it, he would never do something like that.

 

The T.V. continued "Since then, his company has been left to Darla Canley, who remains the C.E.O. to this day…"

 

Chase rolled his eyes. If only any of these people knew the real truth. In actuality, Darla Canley was just the face of the company.

 

It now switched over to some guy who looked like he was supposed to be some sort of detective,  

 

"Y'know," He began, pretending to care "It's just terrible to think about this sick man, all the pain that he's caused. I can only imagine how terrible it must be for that kid if he's still aliv-"

 

The screen went black

 

Chase set the remote down, he was so sick of these people calling his father a murderer. He checked the time, it was still only 4:36 AM.  

 

With a groan, Chase threw his head back, laying there for a couple of seconds, before checking the time again.

 

“Well, I suppose there’s no reason to put it off” Chase sighed hopping out of his bed

 

Then in a blast of air, he was suddenly gone, off to put the finishing touches on his “Project”