Author's Note:

Well, this originally was horrible but it has been fixed and reborn. Read it! And, thank you for any feedback!

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A year had passed and everything changed so abruptly that it seemed like they all were no longer living in reality; It was as if everyone stepped out of actuallity and entered a living movie. In most movies, It'll be summer and you'll blink and open your eyes to see Christmas. Thats how it all seemed for the people of Woodsboro.

Sidney's movie wasn't going as she had hoped it would. Everything Stu and Randy (and leastly, Billy) had done pointed all the accusation arrows in her direction in the end. She was blamed for the murders of some of the people she was closest too. Even some of Stu's closest buddies were convinced they saw her go back to the school the day Principal Himbry was murdered and made it known in court.

Shortly after the trial (where Stu and Randy testified willingly), Sidney was sentenced to Lyon's Asylum For The Criminally Insane for an undetermined length of time.

She now resided in a white, windowless room with padded walls. She sure as hell was living the life. After almost a year in there she really was losing her mind. All she had left were the memories of the night Stu and Randy destroyed her and the idea of revenge. One day she was going to get Stu and Randy back for the life she was now no longer able to live.

Sidney was the girl who cried "killer".

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Stu and Randy walked together on the campus of their college, plotting and shopping for new victims.

"Let's kill her," Stu said eagerly as he pointed to the rude cheerleader type of girl as they passed her. Miraculously she was unable to hear their loudly spoken plots.

"In good time. Its mandatory for the blondes to get killed," Randy replied smartly.

"So what your saying is that we should kill all the blondes?" Stu asked as his eyes shifted from person to person. When they landed on her he asked in amusement, "Even the blonde little social misfits?"

"Why not," Randy shrugged, not really paying attention to anything. Mentally, he was off restocking movies at a video store in California.

"Even her?" Stu nodded towards two girls who were gradually lurking their way down the sidewalk towards them. Randy paused the mental picture of setting Cujo on the shelf in the horror section and looked at the girls with mild interest.

One of the girls had dark purple hair that fell halfway down her back, most of it covering her pale face and leaving her a mystery. The other girl wore her blonde hair in two messy, frizzy pigtails that were sticking out of the front of the top of her head, pointing out like devil horns. As her hair bounced out of her face with each step her pale face and blue eyes (surrounded with large amounts of black eye make-up) were revealed.

"I don't know. Let's meet her and see if she is killable," Randy suggested, his interest level elevating.

"Yeah! Good plan, Randy. We'll just walk up and ask them to take part in a survey," Stu replied sarcastically, sighing at their lack of planning.

"Well...." Randy knew Stu was remotely clever and would be able to think on his feet. Plus, Randy's next action would be kind of funny.

Without saying anything Randy just shoved Stu. The outcome: Stu rammed into the blonde girl violently, making her whimper.

"Walk much?" The blonde snapped, looking offended that he was even touching her. She turned to her purple haired friend and whined, "Aw Jenna, the strange boy is molesting me...."

"You wish," Stu retorted, clearly aware of his sex appeal. He looked to Randy for the answers only to see his geeky friend laughing silently. Stu rolled his eyes and looked back at the girls, taking in their features.

The girl with purple hair, Jenna had finally brushed her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ears nervously. Her teal eyes darted from Stu to the ground as her black fingernailed, silver ring covered fingers ran themselves around the the fabric of her black, oversized Thir13en Ghosts t-shirt. Also incorporated into her outfit were black, baggy jeans that hung over her black, leather boots (Sponge Bob shoe laces dangling off of them).

Stu didn't even bother looking the blonde over as he asked, acknowledging her shirt, "You like the movie Thir13en Ghosts, huh?"

Her eyes widend in slight horror as she wondered how the hell he knew that. She realized that he was staring at her shirt and finally answered shyly, "Yeah. Thir13en Ghosts just kicks ass. You gotta love Matthew Lillard."

"The dude who plays Shaggy?" Stu shook his head. "He's not that great."

"He's tons better than you," The blonde said, already disliking Stu. This got Randy's attention.

Randy stared at the girl, looking her up and down. She wore a black t-shirt that read in red, blood like print "I'm not the killer, I swear!" She also wore a plaid red skirt worn over a pair of black jeans. Her navy blue shoes had many random things written on them such as "The Colonel is your dictator!"

Randy smiled at her and said the first thing that came to mind, "Killer!"

The girl stared at Randy in a startled fasion. She then defended lostly, "But... My shirt says that I'm not. I swear."

"No offense but I just met your shirt and I don't know it well enough to trust it," Randy's smile widened.

The blonde, Sara looked down at Randy's green shoes and asked (changing the subject) with no sign of shyness at all, "Can I rape your shoes?"

"Women aren't meant to be killers. They're supposed to stay in the kitchen and bake pies," Stu said simply to start a little controversy as he glanced over the blonde's shirt.

"Complications!" Jenna waved her hands around. Then she sighed and mumbled, "And so it begins...."

"Listen, you!" Sara poked Stu in the chest as she screamed in her little rant, "Women are equel to men! Hell, we are more then equel if you ask me! I mean, why would we want to be on the same level as guys like you? You have mullets, bathe irregularly and are incapable of calling another male by anything but their last names! Just think of it like this! Men, who start out as women in the beginning, are a downgrade in comparison to women. And-" She sounded more passionate about this then anything else as she said, "-Matthew Lillard is a god amoung insects!"

"But... I have no mullet!" Stu pet the top of his head defensively.

"Yet!" Jenna added. Sara laughed and said, "Hah! The mullet is going to get you one day! On that day you'll wish you were back in your mama's womb getting a sex change!"

"Right.... Now let's speak realistically here," Stu spoke to Sara as if she was an ignorant child. "Women are only good for one thing...." Stu winked at Jenna causing her to fear what that one thing he spoke of was. "That one thing being makin' pies."

Jenna couldn't help but grin. Then Stu began, "Well, Jenna- It is Jenna, right?" She nodded slowly and he continued, "What is so great about the dude who plays Shaggy?"

"Well," A shy smile covered her face as she ventured into her mind for an appropriate answer. Sara leaned over and and whispered something to her. "As Sara puts it," Jenna stared skeptically at the blonde she repeated in a mocking robotic voice, "Whoo whoot! Hot stuff!"

"What about me? Am I hot stuff?" Stu asked, already knowing that he was.

"Shoe man is much hotter than you," Sara answered, looking towards Randy with a smile.

Both Stu and Randy started looking around themselves in search of this shoe man the strange girl was speaking of. Jenna shyly pointed out, "I think she means you..." She pointed at Randy and Sara nodded in agreement.

Stu was upset by this, not because he cared what the girl thought but because for once he was considered a downgrade to his geek of a friend. Randy was suprised yet happy. Finally, someone understood and got things right.

In a hurry to maintain his precious ego, Stu quickly, in a slightly hurried voice, asked, "Jenna, you think I'm hot stuff, right?"

A blush slowly crept up Jenna's face as her eyes fell to the ground. Not knowing what to say she quickly said, "I gotta go! Bye!"

"Yeah...." Sara kind of glared at Stu as she agreed, "We'd better go before you two ask us out."

"A little too sure of yourself, aren't you?" Stu questioned as the blonde slowly backed away from them. She simply shook her head in response.

"Bye..." Jenna said shyly as she turned and started walking away. Sara waved to Randy and said with finality in her tone, "Farewell, Shoe Man!"

Randy grinned and called after them, "My name is Randy!"

Sara nodded then turned and walked off with Jenna. Once the two were long gone Stu whispered to Randy, "We're killing Sara."

"I don't know. I liked her," Randy shrugged his shoulders. Then he questioned, "What about Jenna?"

"What about her?" Stu asked back, a little lost in his angry expressions.

"Are we going to kill her too?"

Stu didn't know yet so simply replied, "I don't know. Are we?"

"Well, I don't know, Stuart. Is she promiscuous? Does she say I'll be right back excessively? Does she drink and light up a doobie whenever she gets bored?" Randy spoke in all seriousness as a mischevious grin grew on his face.

"We'll find out in good time," Stu wasn't worried in the least. He was confident that they'd have no problem finding victims this year.