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"What the hell is going on?" Cindy asked while Jimmy bent down and picked up the gun. They both walked back into the house. "We killed the clone. Stephanie's dead and gone. Who else is trying to kill us? Will it ever end?"

Jimmy went into the kitchen and dug around in the drawer. He found another magazine of bullets and reloaded the gun. He stuffed it in his pocket and turned to see a breathless Cindy staring at him.

"Well?" she asked.

Jimmy walked by her and collapsed onto the couch. "How should I know? Why do you expect me to know anything? God, I have no idea what's going on. Are we even sure Stephanie is really dead?"

Cindy sat down next to him. "I went down to the cemetery after I got out of the hospital. She's buried. I checked with the police, the owner of the funeral parlor, even her family. She's gone."

Jimmy sighed and covered his head with a pillow. "Maybe it's Eustace."

Now it was Cindy's turn to sigh. "You have got to stop blaming him for everything. He saved my life, remember?"

Jimmy stood up and began pacing around. "You don't get it, Cindy. Both of the previous killers played by the rules of horror films, right? Well, this is the third act. The final movie in the trilogy. And in the trilogy all bets are off. Anyone could be the killer, and anyone can die. That means me and you."

"What are you talking about? We always could have died!" Cindy shouted.

Jimmy walked into the kitchen and grabbed a soda. He angrily opened it and began drinking. "Of course we could have died. But there was a certain, I don't know, hope. Knowing that we were the main targets, well, it gives you license to live. God, I don't even know what I'm saying. I just know that in horror films, all bets are off in the trilogy."

Cindy took a seat next to Jimmy in the class. "You say all bets are off?" Jimmy nodded his head. "Well then, that goes for us too. We'll fight. And not the running around and hitting the killer with a baseball bat when we're cornered kind of fighting. We'll shoot him before he stabs us. We haven't come all this way to die now."

"Cind, I have to tell you something. When you were in the hospital, when I first visited you, the killer sent a threatening note."

Cindy angrily stared at him. "What?"

"I didn't tell anyone. Especially you. You had already been through so much."

"Don't you think that I deserve to know if someone is trying to kill me?"

"I was freaked out, I didn't know what to do!"

Cindy got up and started pacing around the room, rubbing her temple as she did so. "Who sent it?"

Jimmy laughed. "Do you really think I know?"

"Well, if you got it in the mail the day after the killer died, then that's not enough time for a new killer. Steph probably mailed it before the killings, knowing that she might die. Sort of a contingency plan. Just like the original killer's exploding talking device."

Jimmy leaned back, stunned. Why didn't I think of that? There wasn't enough time for a new killer, and Steph was surely dead. It was just an empty threat. She was just scaring us, and she hoped someone might pick up the murders. A copycat killer. Just like she was a copycat from my clone.

"God, my head hurts," Jimmy moaned. This was confusing even him.

"So basically, we were stalked by a killer around two years ago. He dies and threatens that someone else will pick up his work. For whatever reason, Steph decided to continue his killings. She died, and did a similar threat. And now we're dealing with another killer," Cindy summed it up.

"But who would want to kill us?" Jimmy asked.

"That's what we're going to find out," Cindy told him.