Hey guys, I'm uploading this and chapter 6 almost back to back, so a few of you might have missed the last chapter. So go and check it out, it'll make much more sense.


Sidney moved down a hallway. Not your typical school building. Through open doorways, film equipment was glimpsed. She was in the Film Department. She came upon an open door and peered in. A large room, a class was in progress. She slipped in quietly.

She took a seat at the back of the room. A handful of film students sat around at their desks, heavy in discussion. Sid went unnoticed as she watched a whirlwind debate.

"You could say what happened in that theater is a direct result of the movie itself..." The young professor said. He was the teacher of film theory in Winsdor. He was a young, clean cut, and nice teacher, and got along with the students really well.

In the middle of the classroom, a girl named Cici Cooper spoke up. She was slight, blonde, and very pretty with a lively energy about her. "That is so moral majority, you can't blame real life violence on entertainment."

A majority of the class scoffed at Cici's statement. "Wait a minute, yes you can!" One of the students called out, his name was Ray.

"Yeah, hello? The guy was wearing a Ghostmask, just like in the movie, it's directly responsible," Ray's friend Pacey said.

"No it's not! Movies are not responsible for our actions", Cici argued.

Then Mickey, who was sitting next to Hallie, gave his opinion. "It's a classic case of life, imitating art, imitating life."

One of the girls in the back groaned. "Its not about art, I had biology with that girl, this is reality."

"Oh come on.." Mickey complained, looking at the girl in front of him. "The killer obviously patterned himself after two serial killers who were immortalized on film."

"Thank you!" "You're right!" Ray and Pacey agreed, almost in unison.

"So, you're saying that someone is trying to make a real life sequel?" The professor suggested.

"STAB 2? Why would anyone want to do that? Sequels suck!" A snotty student in the back yelled, receiving a mixed reaction from the class, some agreeing, some disagreeing. "Sequels are too handicapped. By definition alone, they're inferior films."

"Bullshit generalization." Mickey said, looking at the student. "Many sequels have surpassed their original."

"Name one." He challenged.

"Aliens", Pacey answered for him. "Far better than the original."

"Subjective." Was all the student said back.

"Life's subjective." Cici said, looking down at her desk and then up at the student. "I much prefer Ridley Scott."

The conversation overlapped, everyone arguing..making their point about Aliens vs. Alien. "No way." Hallie jumped in. "Aliens rocked. Stay away from her-you bitch!" She exclaimed.

"I'll give you that one." The student admitted. "Name another."

"T2." Mickey said.

"You've got a hard-on for Cameron," Cici remarked with a teasing smirk, and the whole class Ohhh'd. In the back, Sidney snickered a bit.

"A bigger budget does not make a better movie. Terminator one is historical." He shot back.

Someone screamed out, "You Sarah Connor?" As the teacher spoke up...

"How about The Godfather Part II?"

The whole room went worship silent. Then most nodding their heads, all in agreement. "The almighty exception. Name another." The student said, not giving up.

Suddenly, Derek jumped into the conversation. "Empire Strikes Back. Smarter story. Improved effects." From the back of the room, Sidney watched him. Fixated.

"I liked Jedi." Hallie added. "With the furry things."

Everyone boo'd. "Ewoks blow!" One student yelled.

"Lucas and his Romper Room stage." Mickey said, rolling his eyes.

"I got. I got it." Hallie started again. "Friday the 13th, Part 20..."

"Case in point. The entire horror genre was destroyed by sequels." The student added once again.

"Really?" The teacher asked. "And why do you think that is?"

"Sequels suck. Hello! It becomes about: money and no one's interested in quality." He replied.

Derek shook his head. "It's more than that. Horror films are only as good as their villains. How can Freddie and Jason possibly be scary after they've been diluted through five or six sequels?"

"What's the solution? If you were making a sequel today what would you do differently?" The teacher asked.

Derek turned, spotting Sidney in the back of the room. She gave a half wave. He started for her, excusing himself.

"The point is - I made my point. Sequels suck." The argumentative student exclaimed again.

As the conversation continued, Derek and Sidney moved out into the hallway. He threw his arms around her protectively. "How are you? You weren't in class. I called as soon as I heard..."

"I skipped." Sidney replied. "Too many "That's her" looks."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Don't ask what you can do. No coddling. Life rolls on status quo."

He looked at her with bedroom eyes. "I can do that. And I can also do this." He moved on her, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her passionately.

She broke away, giggling a bit. "No PDA."

But it was a failed objection. He kissed her again, and they soon began making out with each other, right in the middle of the hallway.

XxXxXxXxX

The place was a circus. The front steps of the student center were roped off to form a platform. A podium and mic have been placed center.

Crowds have gathered for the press conference that was being held by the university. Reporters and cameras have been roped off to the side. On stage, Dean Fisher, a sharp looking woman in her forties was talking to spectators. Reading from a prepared statement "..and we feel this unfortunate isolated tragedy in no way reflects upon our fine school and we should trust that the authorities and FBI are acting quickly to bring us answers..."

Beside her stand uniformed cops, the local sheriff, FBI agents. She continued on...

In the roped off news section, Gale walked through the crowd, listening to the Dean. Suddenly, a female voice spoke from behind Gale. "Excuse me Miss Weathers, could I have a word with you?"

Gale spun around to find an older woman, facing her, pen and paper in hand. "No.." Gale quietly answered, starting to walk away. But the woman followed beside her.

"Please, it'll just take a second. I just want to say that I am a big fan of your work. I read your book, and I couldn't put it down, it was that great."

"Why thank you." Gale said with a fake smile.

"I'm a writer myself, well, just for the local paper, The Post Telegraph. I'm Debbie Salt." She greeted, both stopping in their tracks. She shook her hand. "I took your seminar last year in Chicago. I was the one in the front asking all of the questions."

"Right, I thought you looked familiar." Gale lied.

"Yeah, well I can't wait to see the movie. You must be getting alot of flack about that. Right? What is your position going to be?"

"No comment..." Gale answered, starting to walk away.

"Please Miss Weathers, it would be such an honor if I could get a quote from you for my story."

Gale stopped and turned to her. "Alright. Begin quote."

Debbie smiled. "Great!"

"Your flattering remarks are both desperate and obvious. End quote." She burned, and walked off, leaving Debbie standing there, watching her walk away.

On stage, the local sheriff, a smart looking guy in his 50's was fielding questions. "No, we have no evidence of a serial killer. We think the killer acted deliberately and not at random..."

On the lawn, students and concerned faculty stood. Near a ledge overlooking the press conference, were Sidney, Derek, Hallie and Mickey. Also, next to them stood Cici, the pretty film student from class. She was the newest person in this group, who started hanging around with them a few months ago when film class first started. Her love of horror movies made her a perfect addition.

"What are they doing?" Derek asked. "He's talking but he's not saying anything."

"Sounds like they don't know anything." Cici replied as they all continued to look on.

From across the way, two gorgeous sorority type girls, Lois and Murphy stood with their fraternity jock boyfriends. All looks and attitude. Their eyes were on Sidney as they huddled in a conspiratory stance.

"Did they question you yet, Sid?" Cici asked, looking down at her.

"They tried earlier." Sidney answered, sitting down on the ledge. "I'm just gonna avoid it."

"Yeah lets get off this subject, who's hungry?" Derek asked.

"I gotta hit the library. Anatomy..." Cici glumly stated, and then she turned back toward Sidney. "You gonna be okay, Sid?"

Sidney shrugged, "It's whatever Cici." But she turned to her and smiled. "But thanks." Cici smiled back, heading out as the two sorority girls, Lois and Murphy sauntered over.

"Hello, sister Lois. Sister Murphy", Hallie greeted them with a grin.

"Hello, pledge. Hi Sidney!" Lois said enthusiastically.

"Hey", Sidney greeted, uninterested.

"This must be flat out hell for you", Murphy said to her, in a valley girl type fashion. "How are you holding up?"

"I manage..."

"It must be weird isn't it. To think that this fuss is all because of you!"

Derek and Mickey exchanged similiar looks, trying to hold in smirks.

"So Sidney, are you coming to our little martini mixer tonight?" Murphy asked, both of the girls and their jock boyfriends grinning in a too happily-ish way.

Sidney shifted uneasily. "I don't know, I think..."

"We'll be there", Hallie said, cutting her off, making Sidney glare over at her though Hallie was still smiling at the sororiety girls,

"Oh good, cause Sidney, we have our eyes on you. The Delta Lambdas are very sensitive to your plight and if you need anything just call. Bye!"

The girls and their boyfriends walked off in a flamboyant manner as the gang watched them. Mickey scoffed. "The Delta Lambdas are the biggest bunch of fuckin..."

"Hey! I'm pledging Delta Lambda thank you very much", Hallie, yelled cutting Mickey off.

XxXXxXxX

It was a few minutes later, and Sidney, Hallie, Mickey, and Derek stood in the middle of a grassy plan on campus. She looked up to see Gale, standing alone. She went to her. "Hello, Gale." She greeted, almost awkwardly.

Gale turned to her, and did a small, friendly smile. "Sidney. Hello.. How are you?"

"I'm okay... PEOPLE magazine won't stop calling but other than that..."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, well...you are the definition of mixed emotions...But I see your movie's getting good reviews."

"It seems to be causing a stir.." People have began to notice the two of them talking. Reporters and spectators have slowly circled them. Gale looked around. She spotted Randy, who appeared behind Sid, with his camera. Gale gave him the nod. He threw the camera up, hitting the light.

Sid spun around, her eyes widening as soon as she saw. "Randy?"

Before she could even begin to react, she saw someone else, standing off to the side. A man she recognized immediately. He looked at her, his face sullen, broken. Sidney lost her breath. "Cotton..."

He moved to her. "Hello, Sidney."

Gale motioned to Randy. He maneuvered, getting the two of them in frame. A long moment, Sidney just stared at him. Completely off guard. She looked to Randy who aimed the camera directly at her...filming her. "What are you doing?" She asked, staring right at him. Just then, the face she made to him and the tone she had, immediately made Randy regret doing this. He started to get a horrible feeling. He lowered the camera a bit, and they locked eyes. He couldn't help but be taken back by her beauty. Something he hasn't seen in a while. She was as stunning as ever, even with the look she was giving him.

Quickly, Gale stepped in front of Sidney, blocking Randy from her sight. Gale turned back toward him, and put a microphone up to her mouth. "Here we are at Windsor College where Sidney Prescott has just been reunited with Cotton Weary for the first time since she wrongfully accused him of her murdering her mother."

Sidney gripped Gale's arm. "What the hell are you doing?"

"We want to know what you think.." Gale replied.

"Sidney" Cotton started, and Sidney quickly looked at him. "I'd just like to say that I forgive and forget, and like you, I'd like to move on with my life..."

She turned back to Gale. Eyes aflame. "You BITCH!" Sidney stormed off, disappearing in the crowd who talked and gossiped, watching the scene.

Cotton turned to Gale. "Wait I thought we had an official interview. What's going on...This was a mistake. I shouldn't be here." He took off, pushing through the crowd.

Randy stopped filming. "Can you say backfire?"

Gale looked up at him. "Did you get it?"

"Yeah, I got it." Randy is clearly not happy about his part in this. It was in his voice.

And Gale noticed it. "You need to check your conscience at the door. We're not here to be loved." She told him, but Randy's face revealed otherwise.

At the podium, the sheriff continued. "No, we don't anticipate another murder but we are taking every precaution possible..."

Gale walked off though Randy straggled. She looked up and saw Dewey. Their eyes meet. A long moment. The silence between them is revealing. "Dewey?"

"Can't you just leave her alone? Hasn't she been through enough?" He asked. "And my name is Dwight."

"I was just doing my job...Dwight."

"I've got things to do, Miss Weathers, excuse me..." He said, walking away but she started walking beside him.

"The name's Gale, remember'?"

He looked at her. His eyes on fire. "Yes, Miss Weathers, your name is embedded clearly between my ears."

"I see you read the book."

"Well, yes I do read Miss Weathers.."

"And an explanation is, of course, out of the question..."

"Page 32. 'Deputy Dewey filled the room with his dim-witted Barney Fifish presence.' I think you've explained yourself."

"Come on Dewey, it's just a character in a book."

Dewey stopped and looked at her, frowning. "Page 41... "Deputy Dewey oozed with inexperience..."

"Don't you think you're overreacting just a little bit?" She asked, genuienly feeling bad as they continued to walk.

"No, what I think is that your money hungry and fame seeking and forgive me for saying, mediocre writer, has a cold storage where a heart should be. No offense intended."

"Dewey, I never meant to imply..."

"How do you know that my dimwitted stupidity isn't merely a subtle form of manipulation? Used to lower people's expectations thereby enhancing my ability to effectively maneuver within any given situation?" He got out, taking a big breath after.

Gale stared at him and broke out a smile. Dewey tried to glare back at her, but her cuteness made it hard.

"I'm sorry. I don't what else to say, except for that, I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry...I misjudged you. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some oozing to do." Dewey turned and limped away, leaving Gale staring after him.