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Kirby needed some ice cream to soothe her nerves before she got to work. This day had been nothing short of horrendous. As she entered the shop, she crashed into a woman wearing sunglasses, with blonde hair and a stylish outfit. "Watch where—" The woman stopped.
In that moment, Kirby remembered she had her gun and badge on display, which was probably startling to the woman she'd just bumped into. Deciding not to make a fuss, Kirby offered an apology and continued inside the shop. She really didn't have time for this.
Jill, on the other hand, was left dumbfounded. What had just happened? As she stood there, a laugh bubbled up from within her. She couldn't help but find the situation amusing. Kirby was an FBI agent, and yet she hadn't even recognized her own nemesis.
Jill shook her head, marveling at her narrow escape. She knew she couldn't afford any more close calls like that. It was time to focus on her mission: finding and stopping the new Ghostface. With a renewed sense of determination, Jill hurried away, the ice cream forgotten in her hand. She needed to act quickly and find a way to put an end to this killing spree before it was too late.
Jill stood in front of a gravestone reading "Kathleen Roberts." She knew she was on a tight schedule, but she had to stop here. She just had to. Jill had no words. What good would an apology even do? It's not like her mother would even forgive her if she could. She was her mother, and Jill had killed her. Why? What good did it even do? Even if she really believed her own twisted motives, what was the point in killing her mother? She could have just as easily become famous with her mother still alive.
For the first time in her entire life, Jill saw herself for what she truly was. Motives were irrelevant. She spoke aloud to herself, a moment of harsh self-realization. "You know why you killed people, Jill, don't you? Because you CHOSE to. There's NO ONE else to blame. Why don't you take some FUCKING RESPONSIBILITY?"
She choked on her last words as her legs gave way, and she crumpled to the ground, crying in front of her mother's grave. "I'm sorry, Mom. I'm so, so sorry."
As Jill knelt there, the weight of her actions bearing down on her, she knew that she had to make things right. She couldn't change the past, but she could try to make a difference now by stopping the new Ghostface. It wouldn't absolve her of her sins, but it was a step toward redemption. With that thought in mind, Jill wiped her tears, stood up, and left her mother's grave, ready to face the challenge ahead.
As the manhunt for Jill Roberts was underway, Samantha decided it was time to bail. She was taking her little sister and leaving. The last thing she needed was a past Ghostface coming after her. Kirby was also convinced Jill was behind everything, which only gave her more reason to leave. Samantha Carpenter arrived at Kirby's house, her resolve firm.
"Look, Sidney, I'm leaving town," Samantha said, her voice shaking slightly. "I suggest you do the same."
Sidney looked at her with a mixture of understanding and sadness. "You can't just run from this, Samantha. Believe me, I've tried," she recalled living in isolation when Roman's killing spree happened.
Samantha's expression hardened. "I'm sorry, but I'm not you, Sidney."
Sidney sighed, knowing that Samantha had made her choice. She couldn't force her to stay, and she hoped that by leaving, Samantha and Tara would be alright. "Take care of yourself, Samantha. And take care of Tara. I hope you find some peace."
As Samantha and Tara prepared to leave Woodsboro, Sidney, Gale, and Kirby remained behind, determined to face the new Ghostface and bring an end to the terror once and for all. Each of them knew that their paths would be challenging and dangerous, but they also knew that they couldn't keep running from their pasts.
As the sun set on Woodsboro, a sense of unease hung in the air. The town's residents could only hope that they would be able to survive the nightmare that was unfolding around them, and that somehow, justice would prevail.
Jill arrived where it all went down – Kirby's home. In hindsight she realized it was stupid, but she had to come see the place that defined every bad decision she ever made. And just her luck, she spotted Sidney speaking to Samantha Carpenter, she assumed. As Samantha left in her car with her sister and a male in the passenger seat, Jill knew she had to get into Kirby's home. She had to talk to Sidney.
Tapping into her old Ghostface instincts, Jill made her way toward the back. She pulled out a knife she had bought earlier to open the glass sliding doors. To her surprise, they opened with ease. Honestly, Jill thought, you'd think Kirby would have better security or at least, an alarm system?
As Jill stepped inside, she looked around the familiar house, memories flooding back. She tried to push those thoughts aside, focusing on her mission. Finding Sidney was her priority. She quietly moved through the house, avoiding making any noise that would alert Sidney to her presence. Jill knew she had to approach her carefully; after all, she was still considered a dangerous fugitive.
She stalked around looking for Sidney. She found her in the kitchen, peering into the fridge. Jill seized the opportunity and sneaked up behind her, covering her mouth. Sidney panicked, struggling to break free.
"Shh," Jill whispered, trying to calm her down. "Please keep quiet. I'm not going to hurt you."
She let Sidney go, and Sidney stepped back, eyeing her warily. "What are you doing here? Why did you escape?" Sidney asked, her voice trembling.
"I'm here to help," Jill said earnestly. "I want to stop this new Ghostface."
Sidney frowned. "You didn't have to grab me like that. I thought you were Ghostface for a moment."
Jill's expression became pleading. "I can't let Kirby know I'm here. She'll just lock me back up."
Sidney shook her head. "Kirby isn't here."
Jill's face turned sheepish. "Oh."
Despite her unease, Sidney could see the determination in Jill's eyes. She knew they needed all the help they could get to stop the new Ghostface. Sidney and Jill talked quietly, trying to work out their next move. As they discussed their plans, Gale walked into the kitchen. Her eyes widened in shock, and she immediately grabbed a knife, ready to defend herself.
Sidney quickly stepped in front of Jill, raising her hands to placate Gale. "Wait, Gale, please. I trust Jill. I know she's changed. I've seen it throughout the past ten years with all my visits. She's not the same person."
Gale hesitated, her grip on the knife still tight, but she eventually relented. "Fine," she said begrudgingly, "but Kirby isn't going to like this."
Sidney nodded, knowing it would be a difficult situation to navigate. Suddenly they heard a voice from the hallway. "I'm not going to like what?" Kirby asked, her tone filled with suspicion.
The trio in the kitchen exchanged nervous glances as Kirby walked in, her eyes locked on Jill. The tension in the room skyrocketed, and everyone braced themselves for the confrontation that was about to unfold.
Kirby drew her gun and pointed it at Jill, her voice filled with authority. "Put your hands in the air and get on the ground!"
Sidney immediately stepped in front of Jill, trying to talk Kirby down. "Kirby, please, just listen. She's trying to help us stop the killer."
Kirby's eyes were filled with anger and determination. "I'm not going to let Jill manipulate us again, Sidney. I know she's the one behind all of this."
Jill couldn't help but retort, "Kirby, you couldn't even recognize me when you bumped into me at the ice cream shop, let alone figure out who the killer is."
Sidney snapped, "Jill, now's not the time for taunting!"
Kirby's grip on her gun tightened, and she repeated her order. "Hands in the air, Jill, and get on the ground!"
Jill stepped forward, walking up to Kirby, and placing her neck on the barrel of the gun. "Alright, Kirby. You win. Cuff me, take me to your car, drive me out into the woods, do whatever you want with me. Torture me, make me suffer, make me pay for everything I did to you and everyone else. You have every right too."
Her voice was filled with emotion as she continued, "But please, just promise me you'll stop this person. Promise me you won't let them hurt Sidney's kids, my second cousins, my family because that's what they threatened to do. Promise me, Kirby, and you can do whatever you want with me."
Kirby hesitated, her grip on the gun loosening. The anger in her eyes slowly faded, replaced by uncertainty and pain. She finally lowered her gun and, in a burst of frustration, and kicked a nearby trash bin.
The room was silent for a moment, each woman processing the tense standoff that had just unfolded. They knew they had to find a way to work together if they were going to stop the new Ghostface and protect their loved ones. But it wouldn't be easy, not with so much history and betrayal between them.
Kirby walked up to Jill, staring her directly in the eye. "When this is all over, Jill, you and I are going to settle up. Don't think I've forgotten everything you've done."
She looked at Gale and Sidney, a note of urgency in her voice. "Now what? Samantha is leaving town, and we're no closer to learning who the killer is."
Gale pulled out a small GPS tracker and grinned. "I slipped this tracker into Samantha's bag when she was talking to Sidney. We can follow her. The killer is likely to go after her."
Sidney walked up to Gale and kissed her on the forehead. "You're a genius, Gale."
Kirby nodded in agreement. "We can take my car. I have emergency lights if we need to move faster."
The four women agreed on the plan and began to head out. But Kirby stopped and grabbed Jill's arm. "Don't think I trust you that easily," she said as she handcuffed Jill. "You're staying in these cuffs until this whole thing is over with."
Jill rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed but resigned to the situation. "Fine, whatever. Let's just go."
And so, the unlikely alliance of Sidney, Gale, Kirby, and Jill set off together to track down Samantha and, hopefully, put an end to the new Ghostface's reign of terror. Each woman was driven by a different motive - protection, justice, redemption, or revenge - but they all shared a common goal: to stop the killer and save their loved ones.
As Kirby drove towards Samantha's location, Jill couldn't help but feel proud of her. She had come so far, becoming an FBI agent, while Jill had thrown her own life away as a convicted murderer. But she was determined not to let that happen to anyone else. They were all in this together now, and they had to stop the killer.
Gale suddenly spoke up, her voice tense. "Wait! Something's wrong. They're not on the road anymore. They're at... oh no."
Sidney looked over, concerned. "What's wrong, Gale?"
Gale hesitated for a moment before reciting an all-too-familiar address. "261 Turner Lane."
Kirby cursed under her breath and switched on her sirens, accelerating even faster. The sense of urgency was palpable in the car.
Jill, feeling left out of the loop, asked with frustration, "What's at that address?"
Sidney replied, her voice heavy with dread, "Stu Macher's house. That's where Billy and Stu performed their final act."
Jill sighed, realizing the gravity of the situation. Act 3 was approaching, and they were running out of time. As the car sped towards the ominous address, each woman steeled herself for the confrontation that was about to come. They had to reach Samantha and the others before it was too late, but they all knew that the final act was bound to be a bloodbath. No one would walk away unscathed.
A/N: Woo We're getting down to wire folks, what will happen next? How will Jill deal with Amber and Richie?