ACP Lost Saga: Life of Mysterious Kidnapper Part 1

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The Life of Mysterious Kidnapper: Part 1

His real name is Christopher McBown, a blond curly haired, born in November 5th, 1989 at a suburb in Chicago, Illinois. At the age of 4 years old, he was nicknamed by his family and friends, “The Little Sneaker,” for hiding medicines he disliked in Mr. McBown’s sneakers. Chris has an old brother, Ken McBown who was 7 years older. His mother, Jill, 24, was a housewife while his father, John, 27, worked as a clerk at the local Wal- Mart

“That little knick knack,” his father chuckled, “always a genius when it comes to hide and seek.”

In December 1995, after his 6th birthday, he played hide and seek with his classmates at his school during recess. While one of them was counting, everyone else finding a hiding spot in the playground, Chris went searching for one off school grounds. Once everyone got back in from recess, his teacher, Mr. Gould was shocked to find his seat empty. Gould immediately notified the office and the office notified his parents and the police department. A search team was formed and they later found Chris inside an abandoned oak tree, half a mile area. Apparently he wanted to become a champ at the game so he hid in the tree via a hole on its trunk.

After 5 years later he went to a different middle school, this time in Nebraska. His father got a new job as a welder in Omaha, plus a better salary than being a clerk. Things went better there for the family, except for Chris. Chris was now 10 years old and instead of being a sneaky person, though he still has the skill, became one that was greedy to steal items from their owner’s. For instance, on March, 2000 he had a fit over a girl who was better educated than him. While the girl was not looking, he stole her binder and ripped all the contents inside. Chris was later put into 5 days of lunch detention for this. Another time in May because the N64 game he got wasn’t the one he wanted, he stole Ken’s Gameboy color and chopped it into pieces using his dad’s tool box. At the end, he illegally welded it with a torch and the Gameboy melted like ice. Chris was grounded for a month after Ken discovered it in the trashcan.

“My brother is so greedy,” Ken wrote in his diary, May 15th, 2000.

Things would get worse in 2003 when Myspace was released. Whenever Ken or his parents weren’t home after he got back home from high school, he chatted sexually with unknown girls. They were too inappropriate that child safety got involved, which Chris got arrested for, 2 days later by Omaha Police.

Upon his release 2 years later, Chris developed an addiction to cigarettes. Mr and Mrs. McBown noticed the change of him over the years, so they called on a therapist.

“Son,” said Mr. McBown, “It’s time for you to tell us what’s going on over the past years,”

“What did I do?” he asked.

Mrs. McBown sighed, “Son, we called on a therapist to check you out.”

“A therapist?” screamed Chris, “a therapist? You can’t have!”

“We have been very concerned about you,” replied his dad.

“Grrr,” he spoke, “Life sure sucks.”

Having a therapist didn’t stop him from breaking the law. After his graduation of high school in 2007, he smoked pot, which his friends gave him. Jill McBown was pregnant again at the age of 36 and gave birth to a baby girl on April 2008. They named her, Linda.

Chris, who still had no girlfriend, worked as a McDonald clerk, earning $20 a day. Everyday his mind went in circles: Myspace, Money, Myspace, Life, Myspace and it went on and on.

At 12:09 pm, May 15th, 2008 after finishing the dayshift at McDonalds, he returned home and noticed Ken, now 26, hogging on the family computer.

“Hey you show off,” said Chris, “quit hogging on the computer.”

“Hold on,” he replied.

“What are you doing anyways,” asked Chris

“Spamming on the so called Club Penguin forums; it’s so stupid enough for little kids to go on the internet.”

“So?”

“So, they are smart, talented, and have the joy of their life while we work. I researched some more and noticed armies in Club Penguin.”

“Armies?” laughed Chris.

“Yes,” nodded Ken, “It’s apparent they adore being imaginative. Snowball fights so on. Club Penguin is so safe, that you can’t even cuss or be angry. You will get banned forever, haha.”

“Here’s the chat for one of the armies,” he added, typing the URL: http://xat.com/chat/room/9160092/

The xat windows appeared, and the beeping sound told them they have just entered.

So Ken started this all for us? Gah!

Well whos ken? is he a stalker or what?