"Jill Roberts and Charlie Walker, teenage survivors from the Woodsboro reboot massacre."

"Fifteen years after original 'Stab' murders, tragedy strikes yet again."

"Prescott family curse, Jill Robert's account of murders."

"Copycat murders, in Sidney Prescott's hometown."

"No comment from survivors Jill Roberts and Charlie Walker."

"Senseless bloodbath, Eight dead."

"High school in uproar over murders."

"Woodsboro hiring extra police force as Stab fans flock to the scene of the reboot murders."

"We're taking it one day at a time. - Jill Roberts on life after murders."

"Town mourns aftermath of murders based off popular slasher series."

"No change in Sidney Prescott's critical state."

"Jill Roberts and Charlie Walker, survivors that have given country hope after brutal murders."

A lot had happened.

For Jill and Charlie it had been nothing more but a blur that spun around them. Millions of statements, interviews, and reports. For the time being everyone was following the aftermath of the Woodsboro reboot murders. Their photos were plastered in nearly every newspaper, magazine, and report on this small little town where the original 'Stab' murders originated from.

For the world, Jill Roberts and Charlie Walker were nothing but innocent victims. This generation's Sidney Prescott and Randy Meeks. They were two teenagers that had gone through hell and survived while Sidney Prescott herself was fighting for her life, slipped into a coma and being kept alive on life support at the local hospital.

The small town they once lived in had now become a media circus, reporters and news vans lined the streets, wanting to talk to the only survivors.

Jill insisted to attend all the funerals with Charlie by her side. She made sure all the flashing cameras which were kept back got plenty of shots of her crying against Charlie's shoulder, and placing roses on the coffins of her friends.

Her statements were short, and dramatic, and she played her part well. Her eyes always filled with tears as she quickly wiped them away, telling the press she just wished her mom and friends were with her. The Walkers tried their best to keep him out of the spot light, but Jill insisted, offers were being piled in like crazy. It seemed as if the reboot murders were the world's hottest story.

Charlie and Jill didn't go back to school. There was only a few months left and the board seemed very understanding. What remained of their friends were all curious, all wanting to see them or talk to them.

It seemed everyone wanted to see them and find out what really did happen that night.

Mrs. Robert's funeral had just passed, it was a private small service in which Jill attend with the Walkers. Breaking down once, she cried out for her mother before the priest gave his final blessing. Mrs. Walker held her, as the casket began to lower. Once that was said and done, they all walked back together. Charlie slipped his hand into Jill's and caught her eye for a moment. In the distance cameras flashed.

The first night back from the hospital, both Jill and Charlie walked very slow. Mr. and Mrs. Walker lead the way, helping them before walking up to the front porch. Mrs. Walker kept saying how sorry she was, that she hadn't had a chance to get things together faster.

Jill's house was being planned to be put up for sale, she had very distant family who she had zero to little contact with. In fact her only family left was Sidney.

Mr. Walker said he would help her either plan to hold onto the house until she was of legal age, or sell it. He told her to take her time and that there was no rush, until then he would close the house up and make sure it was safe.

Mrs. Walker went with her to get some things at the house, the house now seemed creepy and still. Before walking out with Mrs. Walker behind her, with a box in her hands full of stuff, she paused looking at the front door. Unknown to Mrs. Walker, she was smirking.

That night the Walkers ordered pizza while Charlie and Jill sat on the sofas in the living room. Jill and Charlie's face were still badly scared, and their wounds hadn't just healed yet.

In the next room Mr. and Mrs. Walker were setting the table. They insisted that Charlie and Jill stay off their feet.

Sitting there, Jill looked around. It was your typical Woodsboro living room. Large spaces, huge bay windows, and hardwood floors. On the mantel of the fireplace there were framed photographs of Charlie growing up. Jill sat on the sofa with Charlie, curled up in a little ball, making more than enough space between them.

Earlier Mrs. Walker showed her the guest room which she had fixed up as best as she could. While unpacking she saw that Charlie was standing in her doorway. Turning, she brushed back some of her hair and stared at him. His parents were downstairs trying to figure out dinner. Looking at him she sighed.

He was in sweat pants and a short sleeve T-shirt. His hair was clean from a shower he just took and it laid down to his shoulders in little waves. He stared at her, his face shinny from just being washed. His big blue eyes stared at her, looking as if he wanted to say something.

Putting her hands on her hips she glared at him.

"What? Wanna rape me again?"

Charlie shot a look back at her before walking quickly into the room.

"Keep your voice down."

Jill looked around before smirking.

"Nice place, so your parents are cool with taking us to the rest of the funerals...there should be plenty of press around."

Charlie looked down and shook his head.

"I wanna talk about the baby..."

Jill stared at him.

"Not now."

Just then Mr. Walker called them down saying they were ordering pizza.

As they waited downstairs on the sofa, in silence, Charlie looked over at her before reaching over and touching her leg. Jill looked over before Charlie leaned over.

"I wanna talk to you tonight."

Jill ignored him and looked away.

That night Jill and Charlie sat with the Walkers, eating as the Walkers tried to joke a little and keep their minds off everything. Jill and Charlie said very little and once all the dishes were washed they all went to bed early.

Jill laid in her bed, staring up at the ceiling day dreaming about all the fame that was going to happen. Unlike that little bitch Sidney, she would agree that they should make a movie over what happened. She could just see it, books, the movie, interviews, everyone looking at her...finally in the spot light.

She wasn't surprised when Charlie crept into her room a little after midnight. Charlie slid into bed beside her and she turned, hiking herself up on one elbow she stared at him in the thin darkness.

"What do you want?"

"My parents are asleep, I need to talk to you."

"It's about Sidney huh...any news from the doctors?"

Charlie shook his head.

"My dad said he talked to one of the doctors and there's no change."

Jill bit her bottom lip.

"We'll have to think of something...we need to be careful."

Charlie sighed.

"Tell you what, I'll take care of her if you promise me something."

"What?"

"Have the baby, we can wait to tell my parents...I'll kill Sidney if you have the baby."

Jill stared at him before she started to giggle.

"You have to be fucking kidding me."

Charlie slapped her as hard as he could, making her head turn. He glared at her in the darkness.

"Take it or leave it, keep the baby and Sidney dies."

One Month Later.

Kirby, Trevor, and Robby were still dead.

The murders were still this year's hottest case, and rumor had it Gale Weathers was in talk to work closely with Jill Roberts and Charlie Walker on her next book.

Jill had been all ready in dozen's of interviews, at the moment she was the most famous teenager in the country. Charlie meanwhile stayed partly out of the spot light. He loved Jill and this was her show.

Everyone gave pity to Jill. The poor cousin of Sidney Prescott. Her friends and mother killed. But Jill to them was a fighter and had lifted everyone's hearts.

Sidney meanwhile remained in her coma.

Jill was sitting in the guest room of the Walker's, flipping through time magazine which had her photo on the cover. She had just come from New York after three interviews, all in which Mr. Walker took her to. So far, the money was rolling in...for the first time in her whole life, the future looked bright.

Jill had made the choice to sell her house. She wanted to stay with the Walkers until she decided on a college to go to. They were happy enough to have her, and all ready people were offering millions to buy the house that Jill Roberts lived in.

Charlie remained humble, he barley left the house and mostly just kept an eye on Jill. Both hadn't had much contact with their friends, and both the Walkers were worried about them.

Smiling, she looked at her magazine and grinned.

This was finally it.

Just then Charlie walked in, arms crossed. His parents were out for the day.

"Caught your latest interview earlier, you looked great."

Jill smiled.

"I did didn't I?"

Charlie walked over to the edge of the bed and stared down at her.

"We're telling my parents...tonight."

Jill shot a look up at him annoyed.

"What?"

"Remember our deal."

Jill did in fact remember the deal, as much as she hated to remember it. These last few weeks had gone by in a blur, in fact she couldn't believe that a month had just passed. The scars on her face were healed, but not faded.

The deal was that Jill would keep the baby and have it with Charlie and once it was born Charlie would kill Sidney. Jill knew she couldn't do it herself, there was too much risk, in fact...Charlie had done most of the dirty work in the murders a month ago. He was in fact the brains behind it all.

Charlie said if she even tried to loose the baby or get rid of it, he would slit her throat. That night he made her promise he wrapped his arms around her throat and wouldn't let go until she did.

Staring up at him now she knew a ticking time bomb was inside of her, something that was going to get in the way.