Thank you so much everyone who is reviewing. :) I'm so glad you guys are enjoying my story, and I'm sorry I don't update very frequently. I don't feel like writing often as of late...

NOTE: this chapter is written in the killer's point of view. I use the pronouns "(s)he" and "her/his" to avoid giving away the killer's gender... because you're not supposed to know who it is yet. :) (s)he and her/his implies that it could be either a she or a he. I hope you guys like this chapter, because it's a little iffy... Killer's point of view mightn't have been a good idea... but it's only fanfiction... so I gave it a go...

About the he/she thing... If it's easier for you to read it, just pick one and read it as that... (eg: read every (s)he or him/her as just He and Him, or She and her...) I'm just worried you'll all think the pronoun thing is annoying...

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Standing in the park, (s)he smirked ever so slightly. Everyone around was gathered to see any glimpse at the latest murder. The body was long gone by now, taken away in an ambulance (even though the paramedics had obviously failed in resuscitating her.) Bethany had been a necessary death. Someone needed to show Gale that the publicity she was giving to this case wasn't warranted. Of course, the killer wanted to be heard a little. (S)he wanted people to know what (s)he was capable of. But Gale wasn't just giving her/him publicity... She was at the point of being nosy. Interviewing the 911 operator? Letting the entire world hear words that were meant for Martha alone? (S)he hadn't wanted anyone but Martha to hear the words about reuniting the "Woodsboro Gang," but then Gale had to share that information, as always. What Gale didn't know at the time was, this time, the killer was smarter than some stupid teenaged boys. This time, the killer meant business, and it wasn't just about Sidney anymore. Sidney was a big part of it, of course, but so was Gale. Anyone was fair game this time.

(S)he had been at the park for a while. In the woods with Bethany, holding her/his hand over the 911 operator's mouth to keep her from screaming... Then (s)he had given Bethany the note written especially for Gale. Bethany seemed to think for a moment that she was going to live through this... that delivering the note was her entire purpose. But the killer didn't just want the note casually handed over to the reporter. (S)he wanted this delivery to be dramatic, so (s)he stabbed Bethany deep in the stomach, very suddenly. The poor woman was completely surprised, and yet she didn't scream.

So the killer whispered in her ear, telling her to go out into the park and give the note to the reporter. As Bethany stumbled around, the killer watched silently. (S)he watched Gale as the reporter noticed rustling in the woods. (S)he rather enjoyed that Gale appeared quite frightened, and was actually quite amused to see Gale start walking toward the woods instead of running away. Killing her later would probably be cake. Of course, she may choose to tread more carefully after tonight...

As the event progressed, the killer observed. Gale took the note, called the police, pleaded with Bethany to hold onto life... Then the ambulance and Dewey arrived, and took Gale away. Then before long the rest of the town had heard, and the crowd began to form. Now the killer could blend in as one of them, and no one would even know (s)he was there...

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The killer couldn't stay long after Dewey took Gale away. (S)he had appearances to make, alibis to fulfill...(S)he went about with his/her usual activities right after the murder, pretending (s)he wasn't aware of the killing instantly after it happened. After a short time of creating this facade of innocence, (s)he had occasion to return to the scene with the crowd. (S)he acted how anyone in the community would expect him/her to act... Observing the crime scene was fun, but the killer didn't have time to stay long; (S)he had more important things to do.

People were obviously getting scared now. (even more than they were, of course) Two people were confirmed dead; this wasn't just a random murder anymore. But was the killer really being taken seriously yet? As far as the cops and public knew, only two people had been killed (possibly 3 or 4, since the other two girls hadn't been found...) The killer had thus far only succeeded in killing women... (S)he wanted to make sure people knew what (s)he was capable of. (S)he wasn't just going to kill women... (S)he wasn't too weak to kill men... The public needed this to be proven to them... So now what (s)he needed was a male victim...

But who should it be? There were some obvious choices... Randy, Dewey... Both were involved in the original case... But the killer wanted their deaths to be more important. This next death was just going to be an example of what the killer was capable of. (S)he would save Randy and Dewey for something more extravagant. Something elaborate and meaningful.

Everyone had their doors and windows locked, and the only people out and about were all crowded around the park where Bethany had been killed. The killer needed to find an easy male target, all alone, and somewhere without locked doors... (S)he knew the perfect place...

The sheriff station was quiet. Most of the police were out at the park. The good thing about being a serial killer in a small town was that there were only about five cops, and when one murder was found out, they'd all flock to it, leaving the rest of the town (and even their own police station) completely vulnerable.

The killer walked up the steps and opened the door quietly. (S)he was already dressed in the usual garb - all black, and the white ghost-face mask. It was such a hilarious disguise. (S)he was proud of Billy and Stu for thinking of it two years ago. It would be ridiculous and not really scary at all as a Halloween costume, but because it was now associated with gruesome murders, it ended up being a bit creepy after all...

Only one cop was at the station, and fortunately, that cop was indeed a male. And was also not paying any attention to his surroundings. In fact, he still hadn't noticed the killer standing in the lobby. And neither had the prisoner in the holding cell. In fact, the prisoner seemed to be asleep on the cot in the small cell. The killer squinted and moved her/his head to see better.

Inside the cell were some very curious things. First, some high-healed shoes on the floor... Next, a woman wearing a familiar looking skirt, and a men's t-shirt that didn't match the skirt or fit the woman. The killer smiled behind her/his mask.

(S)he wasn't interested in toying with Gale right now. (S)he had more important things to do at the moment.

The cop who had stayed behind while all the others went to the crime scene sat at a desk and was staring intently at a computer screen. He had a card game pulled up on it. Solitaire, it looked like. He wasn't paying attention at all...

The killer walked up behind him, almost tip-toeing to avoid detection. The cop didn't notice a thing until it was too late. The killer stood right behind him when he finally jumped out of his seat and spun around.

"What are you-" he stopped in mid sentence when he was turned around fully and could finally see who was behind him. Apparently seeing a ghost mask instead of a co-worker was startling.

Instead of answering the cop's half-question, the killer simply stared at him and plunged the knife into his stomach. But this didn't take him down. Surprisingly, people still stumble around and try to escape while they are bleeding to death out of a gaping hole in their abdomen... He was making horrible sounds, screaming and breathing loudly. It kind of made the killer feel a little bad. This cop hadn't done anything wrong. He was just an example. Sort of how Martha was. She hadn't personally done anything... She was just the bait to get Randy and the others back into town.

The best thing to do would probably be to put him out of his misery.

Before the killer could end the cop's agony, (s)he heard another peculiar sound, a high-pitched scream. But it wasn't coming from the cop... It was radiating out of the holding cell. (S)he turned to see Gale, staring in her/his direction, with a look of complete horror on her face. She was screaming, and at the same time sort of pleading with the killer...

"Marcus!" she screamed. That was the cop's name... and apparently Gale knew it for some reason. Maybe because she had been in a very steamy relationship with Dewey, so she knew his co-workers by name now... Or maybe they had talked while it was just the two of them in the station for the past hour...

The killer watched her as she cried and clung to the bars of the cell. She knew there was nothing she could do, but as the killer turned back toward the cop, Marcus, to finish the job, she pleaded anyway.

"Please let him go," she cried, "don't kill him..."

Marcus was gasping and holding his hands over his wound. He was stumbling toward his desk, probably to retrieve his gun. The killer had no choice now. (S)he couldn't just let Marcus get to his weapon. So (s)he lunged forward again, stabbing Marcus two more times. Finally the cop fell down to his knees and began pleading as well.

He raised his hands in surrender, "I won't try anything," he gasped, and then quickly brought his hands back down to apply pressure to his wounds which were bleeding heavily now. He stumbled back and fell onto his back as he looked up at his soon-to-be murderer. He coughed and continued pleading, "I won't come after you," he coughed again, "if you-" he was having trouble breathing now, "if you- let- me live..."

"Please!" (s)he heard Gale crying from the holding cell.

The killer shook his head and brought the knife down so that it was resting on Marcus's neck, "I'll make this quick," the killer finally spoke. (S)he had a device installed into the mask that would hide her/his voice. Billy and Stu had a similar device, but had to hold it up and press the button to make it work. (S)he was smarter than they were. (S)he could speak in disguise even while committing a murder, with both hands busy.

Marcus coughed again, but stopped pleading. He narrowed his eyes and breathed hard as though trying to remain as strong and stoic as possible. The killer respected that. (S)he dragged the knife quickly across his throat, making his death as quick as possible.

Now Marcus was quiet, but Gale was not. She was sobbing.

No one was here, so the killer had time to mess with her a bit before (s)he left the station. (S)he walked over to the cell and looked in at Gale who had backed up against the wall farthest away from the barred wall.

"Stay away from me," she sobbed, trying to back into the wall further than was possible.

The killer tilted his/her head to the side as though (s)he was considering this.

Gale stared at the killer, still trying to back through the wall. Her fingers clawed at the wall that her back was pressed against, as though somehow she was going to manage to get through it and show up outside so she could run away. She didn't speak anymore, and now looked like she was too terrified to continue crying.

The killer smiled a hidden smile and walked over to a row of hooks on a nearby wall. This row of hooks contained the key to Gale's cell. The killer grasped the key slowly and walked back over to the cell. (S)he dangled it in front of the cell so Gale could see it. This made her breathing turn much more rapid. Her arms shook as she continued to claw at the wall.

The killer slipped the key into the key hole and watched to see Gale's reaction. At first she just cowered in the furthest corner of the cell, as though keeping her distance would somehow save her from a murderer with a knife who had her completely cornered. But when the killer turned the key, Gale shot up and ran right at the door. She grabbed the cell door and fought to force it to stay closed.

This was a little annoying. The killer hadn't intended on actually opening the door. (S)he was simply toying with the reporter... But now (s)he was a little peeved that Gale had fought back so cleverly. Being locked in a cell was dangerous, but at the same time, it was safe... If she could remain locked away, and the killer couldn't get into the cell as well, she'd be safe...

As Gale held the door closed, she looked up into the mask. The killer could see her quite close now. She looked scared, but determined. While the killer had no intention of killing her yet, (s)he couldn't just let the reporter win this battle. So (s)he stuck the knife through the bars, slashing wildly at the reporter. She screamed and jumped back, stumbling into the wall. She gasped and looked down at her upper arm. Blood was oozing down her arm. It didn't look like enough to be fatal, but it definitely was more than just a superficial scratch.

The killer stared at her a moment longer. She stared back, probably debating with herself on whether to stay back or to go back and try to hold the cell door closed again.

She didn't have to contemplate for long, because the killer didn't want to end Gale's life yet. (S)he locked the door back up, stuffed the key into Marcus's pocket, and walked out of the station. Some of the other cops had to be arriving back soon, and the killer didn't want to be there when they did...

The killer was very confident that (s)he had left the intended impression. Now it was just a matter of time. (S)he could wait and see what the news said now... Maybe Gale could do the news report... if she dared...

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This chapter is a bit shorter than usual, but I think this is a good stopping point, so it'll just have to be short.

Note: if I accidentally wrote just "he" or "she," "him," or "her..." (in other words, if I accidentally revealed the gender of the killer somewhere in here) don't take it to mean anything. I even confused myself while writing this, and no slip in my shield created to hide the gender of the killer should be taken seriously. If it says "him" somewhere or "her," it doesn't necessarily mean you've figured me out. I could have easily left out either pronoun by mistake at various points throughout this chapter. :)

Also... I hope you liked this chapter... I'm not sure if writing it in the killer's point of view was a good idea or not... I kind of like it, but I'm not sure how my readers will respond... Let me know. :)

I've had this chapter ready for a while, and I haven't felt like proof-reading it... I still don't. So I'm just posting it anyway...