Hey peepo soz I forgot to say summit to you all at the end of chappie 1 but ill talk now…oh wot the hell you probably want to just read the story so here we go…

Chapter 2: A new Start and a Homocide

Anyway…you all remember at the end of chappie 1 that TV screen…well…

The TV screen turned into a camera screen. It's filming round the house. It films Rachel, who smiles at the camera. The camera takes a still photo of her. We see the actual camera, and it's holder lowers it, and smiles creepily at us. It turns out to be none other than…

"Come on, Aidan." Rachel said, smiling at him.

"OMG!" The audience said, covering their shocked mouths. "Look how much he's grown!"

"…and what a scary shirt he's wearing!" The other audience cooed.

(It seems like Rachel's hair is blonder too)

"Let's go home." Rachel said, putting her arm around her son and steering him away.

Rachel's car drove up a street, which turns into a dangerously steep hill, and she pulls up outside a house.

Inside the house, a while later.

Aidan shifted a couch, trying to fool the moving men into thinking he's doing something.

Rachel shifted a table.

"What?" She asked when Aidan stared at her. "I can be useful too! And look…"

She continued, walking over to the corner of the room. The audience, who were calm and bored up until this point, leapt out their seats.

"…I took a tip from Noah and fung shue-d my apartment."

Dead Noah is sitting in the corner on his old leather arm chair.

"Okay." The audience said. "Why are Rachel and Aidan dressed like total dorks!"

(They are!)

"Damn Aidan…"Rachel said, frowning. "I thought we fixed him."

Rachel walked over to Noah in his chair and pulled his hideously mangled and disfigured face into a smile.

"It was the right choice…" She muttered randomly.

"I know." Aidan said, looking around. "I like our new apartment, too."

"No…" Rachel said. "It was the right choice to let Noah see it."

She looked lovingly over at Noah, who was having one of his orangy yellow eyes pecked at by a vulture.

"No question." Rachel smiled.

Aidan rummaged around his room.

"Aidan!" Rachel shouted up the stairs. "Dinner's ready!"

"She cooks?" The audience said to each other. "I was about to say it looked and seemed like she's dyed her hair blonder, but…"

Aidan came trotting down the stairs and came into the kitchen. He waited in almost fear to see what concoction Rachel had come up with today.

"What is it?" He asked, trying to sound pleased.

Rachel was still fussing over it on the counter.

"Fishes toes…" She said.

"Fish don't have toes, Rachel." Aidan sighed. "And if they did, I wouldn't eat them."

"Ssssssh!" Rachel shouted. "It's fishes fingers but the man in the shop looked at me and told me to call them that…told me it would make me sound more 'educated'."

"O…k…" Aidan frowned.

"Now this time I followed the recipe so don't worry if it doesn't look like in the book…"

She presented him with what was in the casserole dish.

"This is pie, Rachel." Aidan said as simply as he could.

"Huh?" She asked.

"Well, you did your best." Aidan said, raising his eyebrows. "I'll get us pizza later."

He patted Rachel on the head and walked away.

Aidan flicked through his photos on his camera.

"These are great Honey." Rachel said to him, patting his shoulders. "You've got a really good eye."

He scanned the rest. There was a dog peeing, a lamppost and a tree.

"I'm really proud of you." Rachel finished.

"Thanks Rachel." Aidan said.

"WHY DONT YOU EVER CALL ME MOM!" Rachel screamed, grabbing and shaking Aidan's skeletal frame.

She let go of him suddenly and calmed herself down.

"It wouldn't kill you to call me mom once in a while…ma…mommy…Sprocket…anything besides Rachel."

Aidan suddenly perked up.

"Can I call you Cedric?" He asked.

"I've got what in my teeth?" Rachel asked, taking Aidan's comment as an insult.

"It's decided then." Aidan said, regardless. "But…Rachel's more your personality…"

"You're creepy…" Rachel said. "An 8 year old 30 year old…"

"Don't you talk to me about math." Aidan said.

"Well, Rachel declares it's dinnertime."

Aidan rolled his eyes and prepared to phone a for a pizza.

"Okay Cedric." He said.

"It's working out great, don't you think?" Rachel asked, looking around. "All this space…and a yard…"

"Noah can mow the lawn…" Said Aidan, looking around in the same dreamy way.

"Listen honey, we didn't do anything wrong." Rachel said.

"Well maybe I didn't" Aidan muttered.

"We did what anyone would do. We started over…"

Rachel's Work

There was a knock on Rachel's door.

"Wait till I finish assorting my coloured pens…Yeah?" Rachel admitted the person in. It's Max.

"Hey." Max grinned.

"Hey." Rachel said.

"You know they can tell you used to work at a real newspaper." Max said randomly.

"Aaah…Good times." Rachel reminisced. "I was the mail sniffer y'know."

"…coz you're the only one who closes your door." Max smirked.

"Oh sorry." Rachel said. "I didn't want you to smell that."

"I wanted to talk to you about my editorial..." Max grinned.

"….suuuuuuuuuuure you did." The audience said. "He's not bad."

The Noah fans spoke up. "NOOOOOO!"

"Why are you here?" The other audience asked. "Noah died in the first film."

"He's in this one too…just hideously mutated and dead."

"Fair enough." The audience said.

"Can we just get on with the movie?" Rachel asked.

"You really think I'm sexy?" Max asked.

"I wouldn't go that far." The audience said, crumpling their noses.

"Anyway…" Max continued. "I wanted you to edit it, and you re-write it." (cheesy grin)

"Just the part about the bomb scare." Rachel said.

"That was the whole article." Max said, still managing a cheesy grin.

There was a pause.

"You know around here a cat stuck in a tree and a board meeting are big news…" Max continued. "Are you sure this is the right job for you?"

"Are you firing me?" Rachel asked.

"No…." Max frowned.

"Are you sacking me?" Rachel asked in disbelief.

"Aw Jeeze…" Max said. "It's gonna take a long time to work with this one…"

"Well I'm around for my son more. In Seattle I wasn't…" Rachel said.

"Good a reason as any…" Max started. "Wait…I thought he was a lawn ornament…Oh well…glad to see you're settling."

(waves arms in pointless manner.)

"Hey Max?" Rachel asked him. "While you're here, have you given any thought to that carnival tomorrow?"

(cheesy grin) "Don't you worry about it." Max said.

"Huh?" The audience asked.

Rachel grabbed her coat and left her office. Outside, lots of people were gathering round a radio, listening intently. Rachel approached them.

"It's the police. They found a body." One man said to her.

"I'm not deaf." Rachel said.

"I know, just stupid."

"Correct." Rachel said. "Now that we've got that sorted out…"

"Possible homocide." A woman said.

"We should be so lucky." The second man said.

"homocide…tee hee…" Rachel muttered. "What did they say?" She asked.

"Highschool student. Male. 17. Address 442 Bridgecrest. Found the house partially flooded, and the girlfriend hiding in the basement." Another man said, trying to come across all professional. "Suspect or witness, they don't know."

"What does the girlfriend loo like?" Rachel asked.

"Tall, red hair, m…"

"Never mind," Rachel interrupted. "I was thinking more along the lines of small, thin, long, greasy black hair, decomposing…"

"He was dead right in front of the TV." Someone said.

"They keep on talking about his face…" Another woman whispered.

"What about his face?" Rachel perked up. "Was he as sexeh as my Noah?"

"How many fricken clues do you need?" The audience asked.

"Sorry what?" Rachel asked. "I was distracted by that scary little girl behind you crawling out that well…"

Audience and news people: "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

(Hearts slowly start beating again.)

Rachel is in fits of laughter

"You guys are too easy…" She muttered.

She left.

Hiya! Hope you're all liking this…I no sequals usually bomb but I thought I might as well try it if I'd done the first one…bye!