"Not much has been said about Allison Doren, the evil woman doubled as Francie. Seeing as how Francie was my favorite character, I've decided to right a one-shot fanfiction starring Allison. Please enjoy!"

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COLD MEMORY

"Will, what are you talking about?" Francie asked, her eyes full of confusion. "What do you mean we have to leave town?"

"Fran, it... It's just for a little while," the voice came back through the other end of the cellular phone. Will's voice. "We can come back, it's just... we have to go for a bit."

"Yeah, but why?" Francie leaned against the wall, closing her eyes. "Is this about your drug problem..."

"Francie!"

"Will, I'm just wondering," she replied. "I know you've stopped, I know it's been nearly a year... But why else would we have to leave town like this?"

"It's nothing, I just have to go somewhere for my job." That morning Will had explained to her that he needed to quit working for her because he'd gotten a new writing job. She had been so excited for him that she had kissed him.

"You sounded upset over the phone... You still do," Francie said. When Will didn't reply, she sighed. "Look, I'll go with you... But please tell me what's going on when we get back."

"Alright, I will."

Francie smiled. "I love you."

"You're ready?" Sark asked, looking into her eyes. She turned back to him and nodded. He had already grown accustomed to her face, her new look. To him she was just as beautiful as ever, maybe even more so.

"I've been ready for this for a long time," the reply was as she grabbed a black leather coat from the van and put it on. She whipped open the side door and turned around, looking Sark directly in the eyes. "I guess I'll be seeing you."

Sark's reply was simply a kiss. With a nod of her head, Allison stepped out of the van and made her way down the street. The van slowly drove away into the night.

"We've sold like eighty dinners!" Francie said excitingly into her phone. She wasn't talking to Will now; she had tried to forget about that conversation for the time being. She would worry about that later. "We're like a huge success!" Francie's smile slowly fell as she heard the door behind her open.

Francie turned around and saw nothing.

"Hello?"

Shrugging, she turned back around.

Allison leaned against the wall, listening to the conversation going on in the next room.

"Mom, I'm going to have to put you on hold for just a second, okay?"

Allison took a step out away from the wall and began proceeding towards the kitchen. The time had come.

Francie sighed and began turning around. She had heard someone come up behind her, surely Will coming to fetch her.

"Oh my-"

It wasn't Will.

"Move into the kitchen," the very familiar voice ordered her. Francie immediately began backing up, her heart racing. The figure in front of her was holding a gun that was pointing directly at her.

"You're me-" Francie whispered. Her head was pounding oddly, and she could barely think. This can't be happening...

"I am now."

Francie went through the kitchen door. She was too terrified to even hardly breathe. She backed up next to a large dish hanging on the wall. As she watched her double make her way through the doorway, she knew there was nothing more for her. She knew she was going to die without even knowing why. A final thought flashed through her head.

Will.

"Mom, I'm going to have to call you back."

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"R&R please:)"