"It's me, the UndyingCrystal. This particular work of fanfiction centers on Kirby Reed and her boyfriend during and after the events of Scream 4. Her boyfriend, Theodore Johnson, is entirely my character, but does take the place of Jill during several points in the story, though Jill still appears. A quick warning: Aside from the normal murder, violence, and swearing accompanying the Scream movies, I have also added several sexual scenes, so you have been warned. Also, several things may deviate from the original path that the movie took, so be prepared. Anyway, this is my piece for the Scream series, I'll Be Right Back"

Dewey Riley, the sheriff of Woodsboro, was happy. He was only too glad to put the murders, the killers behind him, and of course that Ghostface costume he hated most of all. Now, he could concentrate on keeping the small, sleepy, little town safe from less dangerous criminals, such as shoplifters, bank robbers, and occasionally a stray murder. As he stepped out of his house on that memorable day, he thought back to those horrible memories. Billy and Stu had caused so much misery and tragedy before they were finally killed. Now, it was the Anniversary of the Woodsboro Massacre. He resolved to keep a eagle eye on the town especially today, and steeled himself for the task ahead. He swore he would never be caught unawares again, never taken by surprise-

- FOOM! -

He jumped back, breathing hard as he narrowly escaped Kirby's speeding car.

"Kirby!" He bellowed, but decided to not do anything. Kirby was reckless and impatient at times, but she was a good kid.

"Sorry!" Kirby apologized, and looked back, hoping the sheriff wasn't following, and took a deep breath in relief when she saw he wasn't. She smoothed back her shiny blonde hair, and continued driving. Her friend Jill did need a ride to school today, and she had offered to pick her up. Jill was a little odd at times, but still a really good friend. She was the one who had introduced her to Theo. She had been thinking of asking out Charlie at some point, but when she met Theodore Johnson, she was instantly in love. Don't get her wrong, Charlie was a nice guy, but he was slightly irritating, especially with that idiot who constantly carried a webcam on his head as a freaky looking hat. She didn't remember his name, so she just called him Moron, Dickwad, or anything that suited his personality at the time.

"Hey, Kirby! Thanks for the ride!" Jill hopped in the car along with her friend, Mica. Mica had known the two for a long time, and was still a great friend.

"No prob! By the way, Trevor keeps calling me, asking to talk to you." Kirby replied. Trevor was Jill's ex-boyfriend, and Jill broke up with him for cheating on her.

"God, what a fucking asshole. Why won't he leave me alone? The relationship is over. Doesn't he understand that?" She groaned as Kirby smiled. She cared about Jill, but it was amusing to hear her friend constantly complain about his appearance, personality, mental hygiene, and even his normal hygiene.

"Whoa." Kirby gulped as they turned the corner, and her train of thought was blown off the tracks.

"Yeah. Whoa." Mica and Jill agreed, looking at the sight.

Someone had hung little Ghostface decorations all over the place, and it looked like the police and several others were trying to take them down, but hadn't gotten very far. Kirby shuddered at the sight of them, and remembered first hearing about the murders. She loved horror movies, but had grown to dislike Stab 1-3, because of their blatant use of a tragedy to make money.

"Well, they're getting their point across, whoever did it. The cops won't be able to get em' all down before everyone's up and about." Jill mused, unable to contain her excitement. Kirby studied her with growing distaste, albeit secretly. She knew Jill LOVED horror movies, and had in particular been heavily interested in the three sets of killing before. She cared about Jill, but her interests worried her sometimes.

The sound of a ringtone crashed her train of thought yet again, causing her to curse. She took her phone out, and answered it, slightly confused when the caller ID listed it as (BLOCKED).

"Hello?" Kirby answered.

"Hello, Kirby. I've been watching you. All of you. I have a message for Jill and Sydney Prescott. You think things were bad for the last three killers? I'm gonna make it worse. Much worse." The familiar muffled voice of Ghostface spoke.

"Pfft. Hey, Jill, Trevor's doing an imitation of Ghostface!" Kirby joked, not taking it seriously.

"Shut up, bitch. Before the week's done, I'll have gutted everyone sitting in that car, and a handful more!" He roared, speaking quickly yet quietly, "If you don't believe me, turn on the Radio."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever…" Kirby scoffed in reply, and hung up.

"What was that about?" Jill and Mica asked in unison.

"Some idiot saying he was gonna kill us all." Kirby dismissed, but out of curiosity turned on the radio.

"…Meanwhile, two young women were found murdered in their house in Woodsboro. The police are not releasing information, but speculation is that Sydney Prescott may be involved. The author is here today in a book signing, making her a possible suspect. We attempted to interview Gale Weathers, but she was hostile and unavailable. If anyone has any information, please call this number…" Kirby's tan skin turned pale.

"Oh, god." Mica mouthed, unable to speak.

"We've got to talk to the police!" Jill exclaimed.

"On it." Kirby turned the car around and headed for the police station.

Somehow the young woman knew that things wouldn't be the same after today.