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Chapter 3: Guess Who's back…

Police cars and ambulances were congregating around a house.

The boy's 'girlfriend' Emily is being escorted away by police.

"I…I…" She stuttered as she was bundled into the car. "He…doesn't fancy me…" She wailed.

"Mebbe we should put her in the psych ward…" One policeman muttered."

Rachel got out her car.

She noticed a stretcher with a sheet over it being wheeled into the ambulance. As the girl is driven away by police, her and Rachel share eye contact for about ten years, until Emily presses a sign to the car window.

'I'll come back for you.' It reads.

"Wrong movie dumb ass…" Rachel said. "Although I did enjoy Piglet's Big Movie myself…" She said, sinking into a world of her own.

Rachel put on a brave face and walked straight up to the ambulance, opened the door and walked in, totally un-noticed.

"You're just here for a browse Cedric…A wee nosy." She muttered to herself. "Nothing more…Oh look!" She shouted as she noticed the body bag on the table. "OUR couches need some new covers!"

Rachel ran up to the body bag, which of course, the dead boy is in.

Rachel touched it.

"God it feels like there's a body in here or something…" She muttered. "Better check the leather quality…mmmmm…..Land Of Leather? What's The Price…?"

Rachel opened the body bag and was faced with the horribly disfigured face of 'boy'. She screamed so loudly that the people in the cinema's eardrums burst, but the ambulance and police dudes outside don't hear.

"Aw!" Rachel shouted when she got over her shock. "You could keep Noah company! Well they hacked you out of this film pretty quickly, didn't they?"

The boy came to life suddenly and started talking, complete with his creepy face.

"I know!" He shouted. "At least the girl had a name! I was known only as 'boy'! I mean, this is my first bloody movie role! Who are the hot chicks that watch this gonna call constantly? 'BOY?'!"

Rachel frowned.

He died again.

Samara VO: Muahahahahhaa!

"I knew it was the tape," (dun dun dun) Rachel said.

There were sounds of the ambulance drivers getting into the van. Rachel went to seal the bag, but Samara grabbed her arm and sat out of the bag.

"I found you…" She hissed.

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Rachel got back into her car.

"We only made one copy." Rachel muttered to herself.

"Now that's more like it…" The audience murmured excitedly.

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Rachel walked into the police office.

"Hi." She said to the old fat dude behind the window. "I'm…"

The officer on the phone shushed her.

"Yes. Yes I know." He said to the person down the phone. "No I did not kick your dog. Piss off now. Yes you have a good night, too."

"Yes?" He finally asked.

"Hi." Rachel started again. "I'm Rachel Keller from the Daily Blabbity…"

"Huh?"

"Bugle?"

"Huh!"

"Astorian?"

"That's the one." The officer said. "We'll make a statement."

"I need to know about the girl." Rachel said.

"We'll make a…Oh sorry you're blonde…STATE-MENT!" He yelled.

"Is she available for talking?" Rachel asked, dodging the shouting.

"Please excuse me while I try to dye your hair…"

"Fine then." Rachel said, waiting.

She noticed an interrogator and Emily's parents talking to Emily.

Emily was sitting on a bench, staring at the floor.

"She's scared." The dad murmured.

"No shit." The interrogator said.

"It was your fricken driving!" The dad shouted.

The interrogator led the parents out. Emily remains on the bench, alone.

Rachel saw the officer playing chess with himself, so she strolled down the corridor and bent down to Emily's level to talk to her.

"Emily…" Rachel said softly.

"SEE!" The boy yelled. "She has a name!"

"SSssssh!" The audience yelled. "Oh god this is going to be another Becca-style interrogation."

"Emily, listen to me." Rachel whispered very professionally.

"Okay." Emily said, facing Rachel. "But I seriously doubt that anything that comes from your mouth is going to be intelligent."

"I know what happened to you." Rachel murmured.

"You do?" Emily asked.

"Now you have to tell me…the tape?" Rachel asked.

"What bout it?" Emily asked.

"Did you watch it?" Asked Rachel.

"No." Emily said. "I put it down the toilet."

"Phew." Rachel sighed. "That's okay then."

"…But this little mouldy girl gave me it back and I thought it rude to refuse…" Emily said. Doh!

"Do you know who else watched it?" Asked Rachel.

"Well 'Boy' did and look what happened to him!" Emily said.

"I know." Rachel said. "He kicked the bucket."

"That's right." Emily hissed. "He croaked."

"He's sleeping with the fishes."

"He's six feet under."

"He…died…"

"He bit the bullet."

"He…um…flushed the toilet." Rachel said.

Emily stared at her.

"What?" She asked. "You took all the good ones!"

"Did you watch it?" Rachel asked again.

"I heard you the first time." Emily hissed. "What do you think I am, blonde?" She asked.

Suddenly the officer noticed.

"Hey you!" He yelled. "Get away from her!"

"Sorry." Emily muttered hurriedly, moving away from Rachel. "Is it contagious?"

"I meant her to get away from you…" He said to her. "Maybe you should dye your hair to match your personality…"

"Talk to me." Rachel said hurriedly. "You can tell me anything."

"Why would she trust a total stranger?" The audience asked one another.

"Anything?" Emily asked. Rachel nodded. "I ate an entire tin of cat food once…" She said, breaking down into tears.

"I'd like to retract my last statement." The audience said.

"Flavour?" Rachel asked.

"B…B…" Emily sobbed. "Beef and Liver…"

"Now that's just wrong…" Rachel said. "But if it had been chicken…"

She left.

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