As she lay in her hospital bed, her face covered in bruises and scratches, Jill Roberts was at a loss for words. Sidney was still alive. How could this be possible?

A blank expression washed over her face... she was speechless. Had she heard this correctly? "What...?" she managed to get out. "B-but I saw Trevor kill her..."

Jill couldn't hear anything anymore... she couldn't focus. What. The. Fuck. She had stabbed that bitch twice in the stomach, two deep stab wounds! How had she possibly managed to survive that? ! She had seen Sidney fall to the floor, seen her eyes flutter shut, seen her stop breathing. Her heart had stopped beating!

Or had it?
It might've been smart to check her pulse...

"I-I wanna see her," said Jill.

"She's not awake yet," said Dewey. "She may not remember anything. You'll have to help her with that. All in time. Right now, just get some rest." The sheriff got up and walked out of the room, waving goodbye to Jill.

She closed her eyes and pretended to be sleepy. As soon as he left the room, her eyes popped open. She was going to finish this right now.

Sidney Prescott was more unconcious than a donkey undergoing a heart transplant. She had been overly sedated to keep the pain in her abdomen away. She was Woodsboro's favorite girl, and the doctors at this hospital would keep her alive at all costs. Ha, maybe they'd get famous for saving her one day.

Quiet as a mouse, Jill sneaked into Sidney's room. A wicked smile was spread across her scarred face. Sidney was still sleeping, and pretty soundly, it looked like. She stood in the middle of the room. How should she do this?

Well, it was a hospital, for crying out loud! There were murder weapons everywhere. It was time for Jill to be creative...

Nah, she'd just unplug her.

Jill sneaked over to the socket next to Sid's bed. She was about to do it... she was about to finally take down the almighty Sidney Prescott. She was SUCH a fantastic actress. Nobody even suspected her to be a killer. She was so sweet, so poor, so innocent...

Then she remembered the heart monitor in her room. It would be going off at the nurse's station right now. If Jill didn't hurry and do this, one of the nurses would return. They'd rush to Jill's room, find her gone, and she'd be caught.

NO.

That wasn't happening. Jill had come waaaaaaaay too far to get caught now.

Jill grabbed the chord and sighed. The smile grew wider... didn't it? Was that even possible? Well, it looked like it did.

With one quick movement, Jill yanked the chord out of the wall. Sidney's body twitched frantically. Her eyes shot open and she gasped. Her lungs had completely shut down. Her mouth fell open as she begged for air.

THIS WAS CRUEL.

Jill stood away from the bed, actually feeling a little sorry for her poor cousin. Sidney was just there, so helpless. She twitched. Her arms would fly up every now and then. Her chest wasn't moving at all. Well, it wouldn't have been if she were lying still. Of course it was now... Sidney was doing jumping jacks.

The sympathy quickly faded, and Jill's horrible smile returned. She actually giggled a little. "Fuck... yes..." she mumbled. This was it. There was no way Sidney could get out of this one.

Sidney's head shot over to the noise. Jill stood there, a maniacal grin on her face. "J-J-J-J-" Sidney just kept heaving the first letter of Jill's name. The heart monitor beeped two-hundred times a second. And Jill was loving every minute of it. It was inhumane.

Sidney's body lifted into the air, and she heaved heavily one last time. Finally, her eyes fluttered shut, and her body was limp...

Dewey had just 'broken the news' to Jill. His eyes were puffy from crying, which he had done all night. Jill's performance right now was Oscar worthy. Tears poured from her eyes like a waterfall. Her hand covered her mouth... okay, it was an amazing performance, but jeez, Jill was on top of the world. Why shouldn't she smile?

"I'm... I'm all alone now..." Jill weeped. "It... it's unfair. It's not fair!"

Dewey rubbed Jill's arm sympathetically. "Well... no, Jill, not entirely."

Jill looked down and breathed heavily. "At least I have you and your wife, right?" She gave her best smile... okay, it wasn't her best. It was her fake best. Her best smile right now would've glimmered enough to blind Dewey.

Dewey nodded. "And there's somebody else too."

WHAT? ! ?

Jill's eyes widened. "Who?" Wow, that came out meaner than she'd wanted it to.

"Kirby," Dewey replied. "Her stab wounds weren't deep enough to kill her; however, she has a bit of amnesia, and she'll have to eat through a straw for awhile."

One simple thought was running through Jill's sick mind right now: FML.

Oh, well. Kirby had no clue Jill was one of the killers. Charlie had 'taken care' of her. Maybe that's why he had never really SAID he had killed her. If Jill hadn't already done it, she would've killed him right here, right now. Hell, she would've made it two times crueler than betrayal.

She was the new Sidney. Maybe Kirby could be the new Randy. She loved horror movies, and, come on, let's face it- she wasn't straight. She could easily pass for the new generation's Randy.

It had all worked out... it had all come out perfectly... Jill had done it. She had succeeded. She had gotten the fame she had always wanted.

A/N: So, what did everybody think? Should I continue? Reviews appreciated!