A/N: SORRY for the long wait, i lost my files and had to rewrite these chapters. ANYWAYS thank you for all the support! we are at 1,995 views. So close to 2,000!


Jill walked into the kitchen, her movements deliberate and confident. She was wearing the full Ghostface costume, complete with the iconic mask and black robe. The voice modulator was switched on, and her voice had taken on the familiar eerie, distorted tone.

Richie looked up, momentarily taken aback by her sudden appearance. He frowned, confused. "What are you doing? Why are you wearing that?" he asked, his voice a mix of irritation and curiosity.

Jill, still using the voice modulator, replied coolly, "I'm into the theatrics Richie, you know that." She paused, allowing the words to sink in, then continued, "Besides, we've won anyway. Might as well have some fun."

Richie seemed to consider her words for a moment, still puzzled by the voice modulator. "Why the voice modulator, though?" he questioned, narrowing his eyes.

Jill shrugged nonchalantly; the movement exaggerated beneath the folds of the black robe. "Why not? It's part of the whole Ghostface experience," she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Richie let out a short, humorless laugh. 'I guess Amber was always an idiot,' he thought, finally accepting Jill's explanation. He shifted his focus back to his captives, a malicious smile creeping across his face. "So, where is Gale ?" he asked, looking back at Jill.

She didn't hesitate. "She tried to stop me, so she's dead," she lied, her voice cold and devoid of emotion.

Richie's grin widened, and he seemed to be satisfied with her answer. He had no idea that he was playing right into Jill's hands, and that his own twisted game was about to come crashing down around him. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with anticipation. Sidney, Kirby, and Samantha remained silent, anxiously waiting for the perfect moment to strike, unaware that was really Jill under the mask.

As the seconds ticked by, Jill continued to play her part, biding her time and waiting for the ideal opportunity to turn the tables on Richie. Little did he know that his reign of terror was about to come to a sudden, violent end.

Samantha's heart pounded in her chest, fear gripping her as she realized this might be the end. Was this karma for everything her father had done? She couldn't help but wonder if the sins of the past were catching up to her, sealing her fate in this twisted game.

Sidney, on the other hand, was confused by Amber's behavior. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Was Amber really just as disturbed as Stu had been, seeing the whole situation as nothing more than a sick, twisted game?

Kirby observed the scene closely, her trained eye picking up on subtle details. The Ghostface figure had Amber's height, but the build seemed...off. The robe appeared tighter than before, hinting at a different physique underneath. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of the situation. Could it be...Jill? What was she up to?

As the tension continued to build, Samantha tried to hold back her tears. She looked over at Sidney, searching for some semblance of reassurance in the older woman's eyes. Sidney, however, was too preoccupied with her own thoughts and suspicions to offer any comfort.

Kirby's gaze never wavered from the figure in the Ghostface costume. She carefully studied Jill's movements, her instincts screaming that something significant was about to happen. She had to be prepared for whatever came next.

Jill, still playing her part, could sense the growing unease in the room. She knew that her plan hinged on keeping Richie off-balance and unsuspecting, but she also understood that the others needed a glimmer of hope – a sign that the tables were about to turn.

As the seconds ticked by, Jill continued to bide her time, waiting for the right moment to act. She had to be patient and calculated, ensuring that her plan unfolded seamlessly. The lives of Sidney, Kirby, and Samantha depended on it.

It was a high-stakes game of deception, with each player holding their cards close to their chest. As the clock continued to tick down, the air grew thick with anticipation and dread, each person in the room uncertain of what the future would bring.

Jill, still masquerading as Amber, began to weave her intricate web of deception. "You know what, Richie? You're right about Jill, she's a liability, and now that she's escaped, we need to hunt her down and take care of her. It's the only way to be sure that she won't ruin our plans." As she spoke, Jill couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the deception she was pulling off.

Richie raised an eyebrow and smiled, clearly pleased with her supposed change of heart. "Jill is weak, a shadow of her former self," he said, smirking. "She grew a heart, and now it's up to us to destroy it."

Jill played along, stroking his ego. "You're so smart, Richie. And when this is all over, you want us to be together, right?"

Richie, unable to resist the allure of his own vanity, walked closer to her. "Why don't you take that mask off and give me those lips?" he suggested, his voice dripping with anticipation.

This was the moment she had been waiting for – the perfect opportunity to strike. Jill stepped forward, mere inches away from him, her voice taking on an ominous tone. "I have a better idea," she said. "Why don't I do to you what I did to Charlie a decade ago?"

Richie's smile vanished, his eyes widening with confusion and fear as he registered her words. In an instant, Jill seized her chance, driving the knife deep into his heart with ruthless precision.

The room fell silent, the only sound being Richie's gasp of pain as he looked down at the blade protruding from his chest, disbelief etched across his face. As he staggered back, the realization of Jill's betrayal began to set in.

Meanwhile, Sidney, Kirby, and Samantha watched the scene unfold, their hearts pounding with a mixture of shock and hope.

As Richie's body crumpled to the floor, Jill ripped off the Ghostface mask, her eyes blazing with determination. She knew that she had taken a huge risk, but it had paid off. Now, it was time to finish what she had started and ensure that her friends and family could finally live without fear..

As Richie lay dying on the floor, blood pooling around him, Jill stood over him, her face a mixture of anger and determination. She looked down at the man who had caused so much pain and suffering, her voice cold and resolute.

"Richie, you thought you could manipulate and control everyone around you," she began, her eyes locked onto his. "But you underestimated us – especially me. You thought I was weak, but I've changed. I've grown stronger, and I will no longer let monsters like you hurt the people I love."

Richie's breathing grew shallow, his eyes darting between Jill and the knife still buried in his chest. He struggled to speak, but no words could escape his lips.

"You don't deserve any last words," Jill continued, her voice steady. "You don't deserve a moment of remorse or a chance for redemption. You deserve nothing but the cold, unrelenting darkness that awaits you."

With that, she watched as the life slowly drained from Richie's eyes, his body going limp as his last breath escaped him. Jill stood tall, her resolve unwavering as the man who had tormented her friends and family was finally gone. As the weight of her actions settled upon her, Jill knew that she had made the right choice. She had taken back control of her life and protected those she cared about.

Sidney walked over to Jill and embraced her tightly, her relief palpable. "I can't believe you pulled that off," she whispered in Jill's ear, her voice full of admiration.

Jill pulled back slightly and smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry if I scared you guys," she said. "I had to make Richie believe I was Amber."

Kirby, who had been watching the exchange, nodded in understanding. "I had a hunch it was you," she admitted, a proud grin on her face. "You really had him fooled."

Samantha, eager to reunite with her sister, left the room for a moment and returned with a visibly shaken Tara. As Tara took in the scene before her, her eyes widened at the sight of Jill in the Ghostface robe.

Feeling a bit mischievous, Jill locked eyes with Tara and said, "Boo!" Tara let out a small scream, startled by the unexpected action.

Sidney playfully scolded Jill, "Quit scaring the kid, will you?" Jill chuckled, realizing she might have taken her joke a bit too far.

Just then, Sidney noticed that Richie was still breathing, albeit barely. She picked up his discarded gun, aimed it at his head, and pulled the trigger without hesitation. Jill flinched at the sudden noise, her heart racing.

"Always go for the head to make sure they're dead," Sidney advised, her tone matter-of-fact. Jill couldn't help but smile, albeit slightly disturbed by Sidney's ruthlessness. She knew she was fortunate to have survived her own time as Ghostface.

As the sound of approaching sirens grew louder, the group of women stood together, each processing the events that had unfolded. They knew that, at long last, their nightmare was finally over. Together, they had faced their demons and emerged victorious, ready to face a new chapter in their lives.


As Kirby walked toward Jill, she saw Chad and Mindy Meeks being loaded into ambulances. Chad asked the paramedics to stop as they passed by Jill, who was handcuffed and standing by Kirby's department vehicle.

"Hey," Chad called out, his voice weak but sincere. "I just wanted to thank you for everything. If you hadn't found me and helped me when you did, I probably wouldn't be here right now."

Jill smiled sadly and shook her head. "You don't need to thank me. I don't deserve it. But I'm glad you're okay."

Kirby approached Jill; her eyes full of complex emotions. "You're a real hero now, it seems," she said softly.

Jill looked down; her hands still cuffed. "Yeah, I guess so."

The two former friends stood in silence for a moment, unsure of what to say. Jill finally spoke up. "I'm ready, Kirby. You promised we'd settle up after this was all over, and I'm ready. Do whatever you think you need to do to me."

Kirby sighed and leaned against her car next to Jill. "No," she said quietly, her voice heavy with emotion. "I've seen enough for one night."

Jill's eyes filled with tears as she apologized once again to Kirby. "I'm so sorry for everything I put you through, for all the pain I caused you, and for the things I said when you first visited me in prison. You were my best friend, and I betrayed you."

Kirby choked up, took a deep breath and pulled Jill into a hug. "I don't know if I can ever forgive you for what you've done," she admitted, her voice breaking. "But I'm willing to try."

Jill cried harder at her friend's words as the two embraced each other, a glimmer of hope for their fractured friendship beginning to shine through the darkness of their shared past.


Jill stood before the judge, her heart pounding in her chest. The judge looked over her file, reviewing her previous murder charges and her escape from prison. He then mentioned how she had saved a prison nurse during a riot years ago, as well as her recent actions in stopping the two Ghostfaces, Richie Kirsch and Amber Freeman.

"Before I deliver my verdict," the judge said in a solemn voice, "I would like to allow any witnesses to testify in Jill's favor."

Jill looked down, feeling utterly alone. She had no witnesses, no one who would testify on her behalf. But just then, Sidney stepped forward, surprising Jill. She glanced around the courtroom and saw Gale, Kirby, Dewey, Samantha, and her sister Tara. They were all there, but why?

"Your Honor," Sidney began, her voice steady and confident. "I would like to speak on Jill's behalf."

The judge nodded, allowing Sidney to continue. "Jill Roberts made terrible choices in the past, but she has also shown a capacity for change and redemption. During our most recent encounter with the Ghostface killers, she put her own life on the line to protect others, including my family and myself. It's clear to me that she's not the same person she was when she committed those heinous acts."

Gale stepped forward next, recounting how Jill had saved Chad and herself. "Your Honor, Jill risked her life to save Chad and me. If it weren't for her, we wouldn't be standing here today."

Dewey followed, explaining that although he was recovering in the hospital at the time, he trusted his wife and Sidney's judgment. "I can see that Jill is far from the person she once was," he added.

Samantha stepped forward, stating that she and her sister would be dead if Jill hadn't risked her life to stop Richie. "She saved us, Your Honor. She's not the same person she was back then."

Finally, after a moment of silence, Kirby stepped forward. "Your Honor, as an FBI agent, I've seen mob bosses, murderers, and truly disgusting people get off with merely a slap on the wrist. Jill has spent the past decade in prison, paying for her actions. I understand better than anyone the pain she caused, but I can also see that she's changed. If it wasn't for her, we wouldn't have stopped Richie and Amber."

As Jill listened to their words, she felt a mixture of disbelief and gratitude. She had never expected to receive such support from the people she had once tried to destroy. But here they were, standing beside her, offering her a chance at redemption.

The judge listened carefully to each testimony before finally speaking. "I have taken your statements into consideration. While I cannot ignore the severity of Jill Roberts' past crimes, I also believe that people can change. In light of her recent actions and the testimonies presented today, I am inclined to offer her a chance at redemption."

Jill held her breath as the judge continued. "Jill Roberts, because of your actions in putting an end, to the newest ghostface killing spree, I am granting you the privilege, to serve the remainder of your sentence on Parole, with the requirement that you undergo intensive therapy and rehabilitation. It is my hope that you will use this opportunity to continue your journey towards becoming a better person."

As the gavel struck, Jill felt a wave of relief wash over her. She knew she still had a long road ahead, but for the first time in years, she had hope. And she had her newfound allies to thank for it.

As the courtroom began to clear, Jill approached each person who had testified on her behalf. She couldn't fully express her gratitude, but she needed to try.

First, she approached Sidney. "Thank you, Sidney," Jill said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never thought I'd see the day when you would stand up for me."

Sidney offered a small, understanding smile. "People can change, Jill. You've proven that."

Jill then turned to Gale. "Gale, I... I can't thank you enough for what you did today. I'm so grateful."

Gale nodded, acknowledging Jill's words. "You saved our lives, Jill. It was the least I could do."

Next, Jill faced Dewey. "I know I haven't given you many reasons to trust me, Dewey, but thank you for believing in me."

Dewey hesitated for a moment before responding. "You've shown that you can do good, Jill. Just keep proving us right."

As Jill approached Samantha, the young woman spoke up. "You protected my sister and me, Jill. I'll never forget that."

"Thank you, Samantha," Jill said, her voice full of sincerity.

Tara, standing next to her sister, simply nodded at Jill, acknowledging the gratitude.

Finally, Jill stood before Kirby. The two former best friends looked at each other, both with tears in their eyes. "Kirby... I don't know how to thank you enough. You've given me a chance to make things right."

Kirby took a deep breath, her voice wavering. "Jill, you were once my best friend, and I see a glimmer of that person in you now. I can't say I've fully forgiven you, but I'm willing to give you a chance to show that you've truly changed."

Jill nodded, understanding the weight of Kirby's words. "I promise, I'll do everything I can to be the person you once knew, the person I should have been all along."

As Jill stepped back, taking in the faces of the people who had given her this chance at redemption, she felt a renewed sense of purpose. It wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to make the most of this opportunity and prove that she could change for the better.


A/N: Would you Look at that, we managed to rewrite scream 5, all without Dewey having to die. And now they can all live happily ever after! Right...?