A/N: Thanks for the positive feedback on chapter nine, you guys. I love it.:) Okay, so I actually plotted this chapter lol. Hopefully it'll play out like I want it to. Enjoy.:)
The digital watch on Jill's wrist read 2:00 AM. She sat in the passenger seat of Michelle's car. Michelle was shaking with anticipation. And Monster energy drinks. She was pumped.
"Michelle-"
"No, Jill," Michelle interrupted. "Matthew is dying tonight... or this morning. Whatever the hell it is."
"But can't we just... try something else?" Jill asked.
"Like what?" Michelle raised an eyebrow. "Everybody likes a survivor. So innocent... so pure... so sweet. They get all the fame, all the attention. Isn't that what you wanted?"
"I already got it," Jill replied. "And it fucking sucks."
"Awe, cue the violins!" Michelle said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Jill, drop the fucking act, okay? We both know you're craving more fame, so just-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! ! !" Jill yelled. "Stop telling me what I am and what I'm not! DAMMIT MICHELLE!" Jill had gone completely off. "Stop this motherfucking car right fucking NOW!"
Michelle smiled. "Okay." She pulled the car to a stop... right outside Matthew's small house.
Jill rolled her eyes and ran a hand through her hair. "What have I gotten myself into...?" she mumbled to herself.
Five minutes later, Matthew's backdoor lock had been picked by Michelel with a hairpin. She bit her tongue and licked her lips. "Let's go in." She pushed the door open very mysteriously and walked into the kitchen. Jill hesitantly followed her. "He's asleep, so we'll have to make a call," Michelle explained. "I'm sure his phone is upstairs. I'll call, you kill."
"What?" Jill yelled. "Why can't you kill him?"
"Shh!" Michelle snapped. "Don't wake him before we call! You're not even in the Ghostface costume yet."
Jill stomped her foot like a child. "Michelle!"
"I'm not getting his bloody fucking evidence on my hands!" Michelle explained, getting out her phone. "No way is this shit being traced back to me."
Jill's mouth fell open for the hundredth time that day. "Michelle!"
"Stop saying my name!" Michelle snapped. "Jeez, you're wearing it out."
That was it.
"MICHELLE!"
Jill tackled Michelle to the floor and punched the hell out of her nose. Blood spewed down her face. Her skull smacked against the hardwood floor. She grabbed it, tears filling her eyes. Jill gripped Michelle's neck and squeezed as tightly as she could. "I hope you fucking go to hell and the devil won't have you, so he sends you to a place even worse than fucking that!" she yelled.
Michelle grabbed Jill's shoulders and tried to push her off, to no avail. Jill's face was as red as the blood pouring out of Michelle's nose. No word could describe the level of pissed she was. Finally, Michelle used her wrist to knock Jill in the nose. Startled, Jill fell off of Michelle.
Michelle jumped onto Jill's back and banged her face into the floor. Jill leaned backward and slammed Michelle into the floor. Michelle used her thumb and poked Jill's left eye. Jill fell forward, and Michelle kicked her in the back, knocking the breath out of her.
Michelle picked Jill up and bent her over Matthew's kitchen counter. She pulled out her knife and slammed it into Jill's back. Jill shrieked in pain. Michelle yanked Jill away and threw her to the floor once again. She jumped on Jill and raised her knife. Jill grabbed Michelle's wrist and held it up in the air just as it hovered above her chest. "Fucking die, you bitch!" Michelle growled.
Jill kicked Michelle in the stomach. Michelle flew off Jill. Jill grabbed a butcher knife from the knife holder on the counter. She jumped on Michelle and raised it. In one swift movement, Jill swung the knife down and through Michelle's chest. Michelle gasped, her vision blurrying. Jill grabbed another knife and slammed it through Michelle's stomach. Michelle wanted to scream, but couldn't find the air to.
"That. Is. What. You. Get. When you mess with Jill Roberts," Jill whispered, standing up.
The kitchen light flashed on.
Jill looked over, shocked. Matthew stood at the kitchen door, his face filled with shock and disbelief. "What the hell is going on here? !" he cried.
Michelle raised her head. "Front... right... pocket..." she choked out. Her head fell back down, her body going limp.
Matthew looked at Jill. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Jill shook her head. "I-I don't know..."
"What the fuck are you two doing in my house at 2 AM?" Matthew yelled. "What did you do to Michelle?"
Jill looked down, thinking it was pretty obvious. She looked back up at Matthew. "I killed her."
Matthew crossed his arms. "Oh, really? I couldn't have figured that out. WHY did you kill her? !"
"Matthew, look, this isn't what it looks like, okay?" Jill tried to explain. "Michelle is... was... the killer."
"Michelle? No way." Matthew shook his head. "Michelle wouldn't... couldn't do that."
"She did. She was attacking me, and..." Jill noticed the blood running down her face and felt the pain in her back. She fell to her knees. "ARGH!" she yelled.
Matthew noticed the stab wound in Jill's back and ran to her. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, you okay?"
Jill shook her head. "No..." She fell into the floor and rolled over. "M-my back..."
"Wow..." Matthew didn't know what to believe. Why would Michelle have stabbed Jill in the back if Jill was the killer? What had happened? Was Michelle really the killer? Was Jill just a good actress?
"Matthew, go call the cops!" Jill cried.
Matthew sighed. "My phone's upstairs..."
"GO!" Jill screamed bloody murder. "Hurry!"
Matthew quickly jumped up and rushed upstairs. When he was gone, Jill rolled over and crawled over to Michelle's body. She grabbed the front right pocket and reached her hand down. She felt the iPod and took it out. Jill grabbed the iPod and snapped it in half, erasing all proof Michelle had.
Suddenly, Michelle's hand wrapped around Jill's wrist.
Jill screamed. Michelle was looking down at her, her eyes wild with rage. Blood spurted out of her mouth. "J... Jill..." Her head fell back, and her hand released Jill's wrist.
Wow. That was fucking Night of the Living Dead-ish.
Jill slid both halves of the iPod underneath Matthew's counter. No way anyone would ever know. Jill immediately fell unconcious... loss of blood. Matthew ran back in and hung up his phone. "The cops are on their way..." He noticed Jill was asleep and just fell to his knees, confused as humanly possible.
Sunlight shone brightly through the blinds in the hospital room. Jill groaned and her eyes fluttered open. She ran a hand through her hair. She hardly remembered the night before. Where was she?
The hospital. She remembered now.
Lynn walked in with a cup of coffee. She smiled when she saw that Jill was awake. "Hey, sweetie," she greeted.
Jill gave her best smile. "H-hey... what's going on, Mrs. Reed?"
"Don't you remember?" Lynn asked.
Jill shook her head.
Lynn sat down next to Jill's bed. "Last night... the killer was discovered."
"Who?" Jill gasped. Acting was back... but it wasn't as enjoyable as before.
"Jill... it was Michelle," Lynn replied. "She stabbed you in the back, but you managed to kill her."
Jill covered her mouth. "M-Michelle...? But... but how? How could Michelle do something like that?"
Lynn shrugged. "I don't know... do you remember anything from last night?"
Jill pretended to try and remember. "It's... it's coming back to me now. Yes. I remember."
"What were you doing at Matthew's house?"
Jill's eyes widened. Oh shit.
Kirby and Deputy Adam Perry walked in. Kirby beamed. "Jill!" She ran and hugged her best friend.
"Agh, easy, easy," Jill said when Kirby squeezed too hard... that was real.
Kirby frowned. "I'm sorry!"
Adam crossed his arms. "Kirby... Mrs. Reed... would you two mind stepping out of the room for a moment? I have a few questions for Jill." His face made Jill very uncomfortable.
Lynn nodded and patted Jill's shoulder. She and Kirby left the room.
Adam walked over and sat down next to Jill's bed. "Some night, eh?"
Jill nodded. "Yeah. I can't believe one of my friends would... would try to kill me like that... again! I thought I could trust her... but then again, I thought I could trust my old ones..."
Adam leaned back and crossed his leg over the other. "Jill... would you mind explaining to me what you were doing at Matthew Criss' house last night?"
Jill's mind rampaged through her every thought, frantically searching for an acceptable explanation for the police. Without Michelle, she would never have to kill again, but she'd have to lie for the rest of her life. "Uh... I don't remember exactly," Jill explained. "I remember coming home from the police station, and I remember being knocked on the head... I blacked out. When I woke up, I was lying in Matthew's kitchen floor."
Adam looked Jill over suspiciously. "Why would Michelle bring you to Mr. Criss' home at 2 in the morning, while he was asleep? Why wouldn't she wake him up?"
Jill looked down. "She.. she, uh, she told me she planned to kill him after she was done with me, but our fighting must've woken him up. I had just killed her when Matthew walked in."
"Why wouldn't Michelle have killed you at home?" Adam asked. "Why'd she take you to Matthew's? Surely a psychotic mastermind would've been smarter than to risk waking somebody up while she was killing someone."
Jill nodded. "I don't know why she didn't kill me at home. It really doesn't make any sense, does it?" She looked Adam directly in the eyes. She was a very good liar.
Adam shook his head and stood up. "No, it doesn't. Thank you for your time. I'll send Mrs. Reed and your friend Kirby back in now."
Jill nodded. Adam left the room, and in walked Kirby, Mrs. Reed, and... Clay.
"Clay!" Jill cried. "What are you doing here?"
"He wanted to see you," said Lynn. She obviously wasn't happy about his presence.
"Hey, Jill," Clay greeted. He sat down next to her bed.
"Clay, I have nothing to say to you," said Jill. "You're... you're..."
"Nothing?" Clay smirked. "Come on, Jill. I'm something. Something big." He scratched underneath Jill's chin, but she smacked his hand away.
Joey and Matthew walked in. "Hey, you're awake!" Joey cooed. He ruffled Jill's hair.
"Nice to see you, Joey." Jill smiled.
Lynn's cell phone went off. She dug it out of her purse and answered it. "Hello? Oh, yes. Here, Jill." She handed the phone to Jill.
Jill took it and mouthed, "Who is it?" Lynn shrugged.
"Hello?" Jill said into the receiver.
"Hello, Jill," said the familiar Stab voice.
Her heart went cold. "Who is this...?" she asked.
"Surprised I beat you to it?" the voice asked. "To your notoriety-spawning killing spree? Are you mad at me? Get over it." The voice laughed.
Kirby asked quietly, "Jill, who is it?"
Jill's mouth fell open and her eyes filled with tears. "Look... I don't want any trouble..."
"Really? I do. You're the target, Jill. You truly are the new generation's Sidney Prescott." The line went dead.
A/N: So, what'd you guys think? Who do you think the killer is? Who do you think will be next? Did you feel any sympathy for Michelle? Do you feel anything for Jill? Review!:)