A/N: Yes the title is a play on "Jason Lives" from friday the 13th. Anyway i hope you guys enjoy. This story is already complete, but i'll be uploading the chapters each week.
As Jill's plan had been executed to perfection, she felt a surge of satisfaction. She had managed to kill her cousin Sidney, as well as frame her ex-boyfriend Trevor, and her accomplice Charlie Walker, for the Woodsboro murders. She truly believed she had achieved her goal of becoming famous as the "sole survivor" of the massacre. However, as she stood in the living room, covered in blood and exhausted, she failed to notice Dewey and a few other officers slowly approaching the house. The gunshots and screams had alerted them, and they arrived just in time to witness Jill's shocking confession. With her guard down, Jill didn't realize Dewey had heard her twisted motivations.
He quickly made a decision, aimed his gun at her, and shouted, "Jill Roberts, drop the weapon! You are under arrest for the murders in Woodsboro!"
Jill, startled and filled with rage, turned to face Dewey. She screamed at him, "You don't understand! I deserve this! I deserve to be famous!"
In that moment, Jill lunged at him with the knife, but another officer shot her in the leg, causing her to collapse on the floor in pain. Officer Judy Hicks rushed to check on Sidney, who was still alive but barely conscious. She called for backup and medical assistance, while Dewey handcuffed Jill, who was writhing in pain and cursing at everyone around her. As the sirens blared and the flashing lights filled the street, the residents of Woodsboro gathered to watch the horrifying scene unfold. The news vans arrived, and reporters began to swarm the scene, trying to get a glimpse of the "Ghostface" killer.
Jill, now securely handcuffed, was led out of the house and into a police car. As the reporters clamored for a statement, she shouted at them, "You wanted a story? You got one! I'm the new Sidney Prescott! Remember my name – Jill Roberts!"
The irony of Jill's words was not lost on those who watched her being taken into custody. She had indeed become famous – but for all the wrong reasons. With Jill arrested and the truth exposed, Sidney, Kirby, as well as Gale who was wounded at the Stabathon, were able to recover and find closure. While the scars of the past would always remain, they knew that Jill's reign of terror had come to an end. Woodsboro could finally begin to heal from the nightmare it had endured once again.
Two months had passed since the horrific events in Woodsboro. Sidney had made the difficult decision to visit Jill in prison. She wanted to confront her cousin, hoping to understand her actions and somehow break the cycle of violence that had haunted their family. First her half brother Roman, then Jill herself. As Sidney entered the visiting room, her heart raced. She took a deep breath, determined to face Jill and find closure. Jill, seated behind the glass partition, wore an orange jumpsuit and an expression of cold indifference. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes held a dangerous gleam.
Sidney picked up the phone and started the conversation, her voice shaking slightly. "Jill, I came here because I want to understand why you did what you did. I want to break this cycle of killing, and I want to help you. Please, let's talk about it."
Jill scoffed at Sidney's words, rolling her eyes in disdain. "Help me? You're so pathetic, Sidney. You really think you can save me? You think you can make everything better? Get over yourself. You just can't accept that I outsmarted you, can you?"
Sidney, taken aback by Jill's hostility, steeled herself and continued, "You didn't outsmart me, Jill. You're in prison, and innocent people are dead because of your actions. I don't want to save you – I want to save others from suffering the same fate. I want to make sure no one else has to go through what we did."
Jill's face twisted into a malevolent smile as she replied, "Oh, Sidney, you're so naïve. There's always going to be someone who wants to be famous, who craves the attention you got. You can't stop it. You can't stop me."
Sidney, visibly upset but maintaining her composure, said, "You're wrong, Jill. I don't believe that everyone is as twisted as you. I believe in the goodness of people, and I won't let your actions define me or our family. You've lost, Jill. You've lost everything, and I'm going to make sure your legacy of violence dies with you."
For a moment, it seemed as though Jill's icy façade cracked, and her eyes filled with a mix of anger and sadness. But just as quickly, her expression hardened again, and she retorted, "You're a fool, Sidney. Keep believing in your fairy tales. I'll be here, waiting for the day when someone else picks up the Ghostface mask and proves me right."
As the guards escorted Jill back to her cell, Sidney watched her cousin walk away, her heart heavy with sorrow. She knew she hadn't gotten through to Jill, but she refused to let that deter her. Sidney would continue to fight against the darkness that had consumed her cousin and so many others before her. In the face of Jill's hate, Sidney had chosen love, compassion, and forgiveness. And while the specter of Ghostface might always loom over Woodsboro, Sidney remained steadfast in her belief that the cycle of violence could be broken – one courageous act at a time.
A full year had passed since the dreadful events in Woodsboro. Sidney had kept visiting Jill in prison, each time hoping to see a glimmer of remorse or a hint of empathy in her cousin's eyes. But Jill remained unyielding, her twisted mind locked away behind a wall of resentment and bitterness. Sidney was persistent, however, and she kept visiting Jill month after month. The twisted satisfaction Jill took in seeing Sidney's attempts to reach her had become a perverse routine, something she looked forward to in her monotonous life behind bars. But then, suddenly, Sidney stopped coming.
The first month she didn't show up, Jill shrugged it off, assuming her cousin was busy or out of town. But as the months wore on without a visit, Jill found herself feeling increasingly unsettled. She should have been happy – she had always mocked Sidney's attempts to connect and made it clear she wanted nothing to do with her. But now, with Sidney gone, Jill couldn't shake a gnawing sense of unease. In the darkest corner of her twisted heart, Jill had grown used to Sidney's visits and the strange sense of connection they provided. As the months turned into a year without Sidney, Jill's unease grew into something she couldn't quite name. She caught herself wondering about her cousin, asking the guards if they'd heard any news about her. To her dismay, Jill realized she missed Sidney.
The emptiness of her cell began to weigh on her, and the silence became deafening. Jill's once unbreakable façade started to crumble as the harsh reality of her actions and the life she had chosen settled in. She couldn't escape the fact that she was alone – truly alone – and it was entirely her own doing. Though Jill would never admit it, a part of her wished Sidney would return. She had grown used to her cousin's visits, and in some twisted way, they had become her lifeline to the outside world. But as the days turned into weeks and then months, it became clear that Sidney was gone for good – leaving Jill to face the consequences of her actions and the dark truth of her own shattered soul.
A year had passed since Sidney last visited Jill, and the silence had become unbearable. But one day, much to Jill's surprise, Sidney finally returned. Jill decided to remain silent, her glare searing through the glass partition as she refused to give Sidney the satisfaction of knowing that her absence had affected her.
Sidney picked up the phone and hesitated for a moment before beginning, "I didn't come here to upset you, Jill. I just... I wanted to let you know that I got married to Mark Kincaid, the LAPD detective I met years ago. We had twins shortly afterward. A girl and a boy."
Jill clenched her jaw, forcing herself to stay quiet, but her curiosity was piqued.
Sidney continued, "We named our daughter Maureen after my mother, and our son... Roman, after my half-brother."
At the mention of Roman's name, Jill couldn't contain herself any longer. She scoffed, "How desperate are you to end this cycle, Sidney? You named your own son after a serial killer? How pathetic!"
Sidney sighed, her voice strained but calm, "It's not about desperation, Jill. It's about acknowledging the past and not letting it control our future. I want my children to understand the importance of forgiveness and moving forward."
Jill sneered, "Oh, how noble of you. But let's not forget, Sidney, two out of the seven Ghostface killers were your own family. That must make you feel so proud, doesn't it?"
Sidney's eyes filled with sadness, but she didn't falter. "Yes, it's true. My own family members were Ghostface killers. But I choose to break that cycle, to create a better future for my children, for all of us. I still believe that people can change, and I will never stop fighting for that."
Jill could feel the anger boiling inside her, but she also felt a twinge of something she couldn't quite identify. Was it envy? Regret? She didn't know. All she knew was that Sidney had moved on, while she remained trapped in her own darkness.
Sidney, sensing the change in Jill, concluded the conversation. "I just wanted you to know, Jill. I still hope that one day, you'll find a way to break free from this darkness. I won't give up on you, even if you've given up on yourself."
As Sidney left the visiting room, Jill stared at the empty chair in front of her. She couldn't shake the feeling that Sidney's life had continued to move forward, while hers had come to a screeching halt. The bitter irony of their situations left a sour taste in her mouth, and for the first time, she began to question whether her twisted pursuit of fame and notoriety had been worth it in the end.
One afternoon, Jill received an unexpected visitor – Kirby, who had miraculously survived Charlie's attack. As Kirby entered the visiting room, her face was a mixture of anger and pain. She had trusted Jill, considered her a best friend, and had nearly lost her life because of it.
Kirby picked up the phone, her voice shaking with rage. "How could you do this, Jill? I trusted you! You were my best friend!"
Jill coldly replied, "I never needed friends, Kirby. You were just a pawn in my game. I used you, like everyone else."
Kirby's eyes filled with tears, but she refused to let Jill see her break. Instead, she smirked, "Well, I have news for you, Jill. You may think you've won, but you're wrong. Sidney made sure there won't be a movie about you. You won't get the fame you wanted so desperately."
Jill's eyes widened, but she didn't let her fear show. She scoffed, "You're lying. They can't resist telling a story like mine."
Kirby shook her head, "Believe what you want, Jill. But you'll rot in this prison, forgotten and alone. Goodbye."
As Kirby left the visiting room, Jill tried to convince herself that it was all a lie, that she would still become immortal through her story. But deep down, she couldn't shake the sinking feeling that she had lost everything.
Later that night, as Jill lay in her cell, Kirby's words echoed in her head: "You were my best friend!" Her eyes welled up with tears, and for the first time since her arrest, Jill allowed herself to cry. She silently sobbed, her tears staining the cold, hard floor of her cell. The reality of her situation – alone, forgotten, and despised – finally began to sink in. She had sacrificed everything for fame, and in the end, it had all been for nothing. Jill was left with nothing but the haunting memories of her past, her own twisted mind, and the knowledge that she had destroyed her life and the lives of so many others in her pursuit of a fame that would never come.
A/N: Do you all think Jill Roberts can change? Let me know in your reviews. Please be as honest as you want, i do not delete negative reviews!
