9/19/2009
Diary, I should've wrote you yesterday, but after my break-in into the Museum, I was a little exhausted. I realized that they must have had cameras, so I decided to break in and watch them. No one was there, the Museum closes at ten P.M, so that's when I went. Nobody thought much of the twelve year old boy walking around New Port alone in the middle of the night with a black hood. Ha, they probably thought I was going to get candy to feed my adolescent obsession for the stuff. Little did they know that I was a lot different than all the other youngsters.
After watching the security tape several times, watching a man in a black trench coat push me off the top of the Museum...over and over and over again, I noticed something. The reason why I had to watch the tape over and over again, was because I needed to figure out who the man was. He didn't turn towards the camera, but he did turn towards a mirror. I saw his face...and I knew who he was. My brother.
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Now you know who tried to kill him. Here's what only the people who check out this blog get to know: His brother disappeared when Argent was five. You guys get to know that, but you're still going to have to wait to see why he came back.
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