"You'll never believe what the courthouse just faxed us."
"What is it?" Field asked, taking the file and skimming over it.

"That survivor, Joey Clover... his real name is Will Roberts," Cooper explained. "He was... the fraternal twin brother to Jill Roberts. He and Jill were born, and their father wanted to keep Will, but the mother, Kate, didn't want two children, so Will was put up for adoption. He was tossed from foster home to foster home until he was twelve years old. Then he became homeless and has been that way for years. I'm guessing he has been living with the Reeds lately."

"Eh, are there any survivors?" Field asked, handing Cooper the file back. "Other than Joey or Will or whoever."
Cooper nodded. "That woman... the therapist... she's in ICU with the kid."
Field nodded. "Damn, it'll be hell for her when she wakes up. She could be given the death penalty."

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.

Two nurses raced out of the nurses' station past the two deputies. The deputies decided it'd probably be a good idea to follow them when they saw what room it was coming from.

They raced down a few hallways until they reached their destination. The nurses gasped and one nearly fell over. Joey, or Will, stood above Annie, a scalpel in his hand. Annie's eyes were fluttering shut... Joey had slit her throat. Blood was still pouring out. He looked up at the people joining him in the room.

"Drop your weapon!" Field ordered.

Joey dropped the scalpel gladly, and he even put his hands behind his back for the police.

"Why... did you do this...?" Cooper demanded before giving him his rights.

Joey shrugged. "I guess it runs in the family, eh?"

Field raised an eyebrow. "What...?"

Joey turned toward the officers. "I've known all along... about how I'm Jill's brother."

"How... did you know?" asked Cooper.
Joey replied, "My dad told me everything. I don't know if Jill knows yet, though. I was told not to tell her until she was twenty-one. Why, I don't know." He looked down. "But I guess now she'll never know."
Field went over to help the nurses out and Cooper covered Annie's head. "Why'd you kill her?"
"She deserved to die," Joey calmly responded. "She killed Jill and she brainwashed Kirby. She took all my friends."

"We've got one!"

Joey and Field turned to look at the door. Being wheeled in on a cot was a dead body. No... it wasn't dead. The person was still alive. Stitches were sewn across her throat. They were wheeling in an unconcious- but alive- Jill Roberts.

"Jill!" Joey cried. "What...? But I saw this bitch kill her."

"We still aren't sure how she survived her injury," the paramedic replied. "But she did."

"Hey!" Field snapped. "You're not aloud to tell non-family members!"

The paramedic nodded. "Oh, yeah... hey, you're that Joey kid that's all over the news right now!" He beamed. "You're a survivor, kid." Then he looked down and noticed the handcuffs. "Yikes... what'd you do already?"

Joey signaled to the hospital bed. The paramedic looked down at the blood-covered sheet and gasped. "Yeah... well, this kind of thing can do a lot to a kid. Poor girl... she's gonna face hell if she wakes up."

"If?" Joey questioned.

The paramedic nodded. "Yeah. Her throat was cut. She has a 50/50 chance, son."

"You know, you are an AWFUL paramedic," Field said before pushing Joey out of the room.

One week later, Joey was released from the hospital, but was taken straight to the Woodsboro jail. Field drove the police car, and Cooper rode in the passenger seat. Joey rode silently in the back. Jill was alive.

But how...? He had seen Annie cut her, seen her fall to the floor. Seen her eyes flutter shut. She had stopped breathing...

...or had she?

Being in a psychotic family had advantages. You could survive more if you were a psycho, apparently. Jill was still alive, wasn't she? Maybe he should've checked Annie. She was 2012's Pamela Voorhees.

"You could be in a lot of trouble," Cooper informed Joey.

Joey nodded. "Yeah, I know... but I'm proud of what I did. That bitch didn't deserve to live any longer than she did. Sure, Jill killed people, but... she tried to change."

"That doesn't matter," said Field. "If you shoot somebody, you can't just change your mind after it's already over. There are consequences for everything."
Joey shrugged. "I know... I shouldn't get punished too badly. I was-"

"Killing somebody." Cooper shook his head. "I'm sorry, kid, but I don't think there's much hope for you."

"I didn't mean it like that," said Joey. "I know I will get punished, but… I shouldn't."

Field looked at Joey in the rearview mirror and sighed.

That night, it was the end of Field's shift. He walked outside to Cooper, who was having a smoke break. He looked at him. "So… tomorrow we take Clover to the state prison, eh?"

Cooper nodded. "Yeah…" He sighed.

Field looked down. "Wanna know something scary?"

Cooper looked at him. "Yeah?"

Field replied quietly, "I feel a little sympathy for him. I mean… he was just

avenging the deaths of all his friends."

Cooper nodded. "Wanna know something scarier? As much of a hard-ass

as I am, I feel a little sorry for him too…"

Field nodded. "You kinda have to, ya know? It's like The Silence of the Lambs."

Copper inhaled and looked up at the sky. "Yeah, whatever."

Field chuckled and said, "Night, Coop."
Cooper nodded as Field walked away.

ZAAAAAAAAAAP.

The taser flew back to Joey, who stood in the darkness. He had just shot it at Cooper's neck… and he had hit his target. Cooper, unconcious, dropped to the ground. Wow, this had actually been fairly easy.

Joey walked over to Cooper and flicked his throat. The officer's eyes shot open as his trachea collapsed. He gasped and looked up at Joey in disbelief. Joey just glared at him. It wasn't like he was enjoying this, but he didn't deserve jail. He didn't deserve the hell he'd get if he didn't do this. He had to kill the two officers on duty and get back to the hospital and get Jill. She couldn't sleep for much longer, could she? And Field wasn't on duty, but he could easily catch Joey. The next officer wouldn't arrive for a few minutes.

After making sure Cooper was dead, Joey ran around to the parking lot, where Field was getting in his car. He ran behind the car and pulled off his shirt. He stuffed the clothing into the tailpipe of Field's car and ran off…

"Just last night, two deputies from Woodsboro, California were brutally killed."

Jill's eyes shot open. What…? Where was she…? Her head looked to the left, then to the right. She was… she was in a moving car.

"Morning, sunshine."
She looked over. Joey was driving. He looked over at her and winked. "Wow, you've been asleep for a whole week, Jill."

Jill looked down. What was going on? She looked back up at Joey and croaked out softly, "Where are we going? How did I get here?" She felt the stitches on her throat and her eyes widened. "What… happened to me?"

Joey sighed. "Damn, it's a long story. But I'll try to explain as best I can."

"Where are we going?" Jill asked again, a bit louder.

Joey sighed and gripped the steering wheel. "I don't know yet… but we have to get out of the United States. They've got the FBI looking for us."

Jill's eyebrow arched. "What? Why?"
"Because you've been exposed," Joey replied. "And I've killed three

people in the past week. We're damn near close to topping the FBI's Most Wanted list."

Jill made a face. It was all starting to come back to her now. She looked back up at Joey. "What are we gonna do? And how did you survive?"

Joey shrugged. "The doctors told me Kirby didn't stab me deep enough, the bitch. The blade just barely, and I mean BARELY missed my heart."

"Why do you wanna help me?" Jill asked. "And where's Mrs. Walker?"

Joey sighed. "I killed her."

Jill's mouth fell open. "You did…?"

Joey nodded. "Yeah. Oh, and I'm your brother. Just so you know."

Jill's eyebrow arched. "Come again?"

Joey looked at her. "I'm your brother. Your fraternal twin… Will. I was told not to tell you until you were older, but I think now is a good time."

"Joey, that's ridiculous," Jill stated. "How can you be my brother?"
Joey rolled his eyes. "It's gonna be a long night…"