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Hiding in Plain Sight I have really wanted to go back and redo a story I did on another site about being in hiding. I keep thinking about how bad a story it became, with all the holes. This isn't the first draft of it, since things keep going wrong with the idea. I'll get back to my other stories at some point. As I am intimately familiar with the Albuquerque area, this is based on the show, but not the characters. It also isn't very pretty or cute. It is going to cut across a couple of genres I've been wanting to do- In Hiding, and Horror. I am also involving characters from my favorite horror series of movies- I won't say which one, but it will be obvious at some point, unless you haven't seen any of them. Given their huge popularity, I'm sure most readers will have seen one. My name is Judy Patterson. It didn't used to be that, but I had to choose a name. So, I chose the first name of my favorite lady mystery writer, and the last of one of my favorite male ones (Cussler would have been a little obvious as a possible fake). Anyway, my name was Robert Carlson, Bob for short. How did I get to where I am today? Therein, as they say, lays the tale. It's funny, if you go on a website like FictionMania, or Story site, how the vast majority of the stories start out with people who secretly want to be the other sex, or are. I know that happens in real life, but it didn't to me. I certainly was no angel. I grew up in New Jersey in a working class family. My Dad and Mom were good people, as were my brother and sister, but I was the wild one. By the time I was 15, I was drinking and smoking pot. My brother was 17 then, my sister 14. The only thing that occasionally seemed to keep me out of trouble was my love of books. I loved to read. I was reading stuff a kid shouldn't be reading, John Sandford, James Patterson, J.A. Jance, Michael Connelly, and a bunch of others. I think part of the reason I was so fascinated by them was that I felt a bit of the hunter in me. In their novels, the hunters were the serial killers, but also sometimes the good guys, too. I also loved Criminal Minds for the same reason. It was that fascination that led me to where I am today. I didn't just read books, I was on the computer a lot too. You would think that would be a problem with the booze and pot, but I was nearly a genius. School work was secondary- I did the bare minimum and got Bs- not enough to keep my parents really happy, but enough to keep them off my back. It was on the computer that I learned some of the biggest questions I would be asking myself about me. You see, I knew I had that hunter in me too. I remembered reading several times that the basic profile for both the good and bad guys was basically the same. I wanted to know which way I fell. I wanted to know, so I started finding the websites- the secret ones where people like me met and talked. I went on the ones for both at different times. I talked to a couple of people on the good side who convinced me that they were profilers themselves, looking to find recruits with my potential. This is what was ultimately my downfall. I don't know if they infected my computer or something, but they figured out who I was. I went out one night, smoking pot with a couple of friends and hanging out. I was late getting home, and what I came home to was mind- bending. I knew there was something wrong the moment I entered the house. It wasn't anything specific right off, but it was the feeling that I guess hunters have. I didn't need to turn on any lights to get upstairs. I had lived there all my life, and knew where everything was. There was nothing on the ground floor, but it was strange that my brother wasn't in his bedroom, the only one down there. I crept up the stairs, thinking about all of the idiots in the horror movies I was a junkie for who did the same thing, and were killed by the villain waiting at the top. I reached the top of the stairs, and I looked in the first room, which was my sister's. I didn't even get beyond seeing a lot of blood, and took off back down the stairs. I had already done one smart thing- I had dialed 911 on my cell phone, and just had to hit send. A dispatcher came on, and I told her as I was panicking, to get the cops to my address. She said, "Stay on the phone", but that didn't work out too well. I suddenly realized the other things about people in horror films. The idiots never remembered to think about the killer still being there. I heard a man say "Shit! You were supposed to stop that." A woman answered, "Well, we don't have time to do anything else but kill him." I launched myself at the door, but unfortunately, in my panic, I didn't think about what was where in the dark. I didn't have a clear path. I tripped over a stand, and hit the ground. I managed to get back on my feet, but then felt two punches to my body. There were two muffled shots with them. For some weird reason I thought, "Silencers in real life sound different than in movies or on TV." I tried to get up, despite the agony, but I just couldn't do it. All I could do is roll onto my back. I finally saw them as they came to stand over me. There were two of them, a man and a woman. I knew it wasn't good that they didn't hide their faces. They were both college age. The woman said, "The problem with people like you is, you get on the internet, with your laughable security systems, and think the worst thing out there that can track you is hackers. Well, it never occurred to people that a couple of hackers might meet and turn serial killer." She then pulled out a knife and knelt beside me. "Time to collect a trophy", she said. I felt a horrible pain between my legs, and screamed. They both laughed, and he said, "Let's put him out of his misery." I saw him point his gun at my head and fired. There was pain, and then nothing. It seemed after that that I heard a bunch of disjointed things happen. I woke up as a couple of paramedics were leaning over me, and one of them yelled "He's still alive! Get a stretcher in here." Another one said, "He's lost a lot of blood through that wound. Let's get some morphine going so we can work on him through the pain." I felt what I recognized as the prick of the needle in my arm, and then the pain started to go away. Everyone who was around me working were like phantoms, almost. I felt like I was floating. Then, they found the bullet holes in my back. They bandaged the wound, and put me on the stretcher on my stomach. As I was being loaded in the ambulance, I heard a cop say, "Yeah, looks like he survived the Internet Killer. The guy butchered his entire family." I managed somehow to grab his arm as he turned away. When he leaned down by me, it took all my strength to say "Two." He looked at me and said, "Come on, son, what are you trying to say"? I got it out again, with more words. I said, "There were two of them, a guy and a girl, and I know what they look like." After that, I went away again. I don't remember much after that, just flashes. I did wake up at one point, when my Dad's sister, Aunt Ruth, was there. A doctor was telling her, "We don't even know why he survived. He was extremely lucky, in that all three bullets just missed being fatal. And the blood loss from when it was cut off should have finished him. You're all he has left. If you will allow us, we're going to induce a coma, to heal him. Maybe when he wakes up, he will be able to deal with the changes that the FSA and the Judge have ordered, for his protection." She said, "I don't know Doctor, isn't this a little extreme? I know it's something that has to be done, and will hopefully turn his life around, but he would probably never go for it, even given the circumstances." The Doctor said, "The fact that he partly brought this on himself and the family is being taken into consideration it was decided in one of the secret courts. No record of anything except faked permission forms by him before we induced the coma will ever exist." I tried to fully wake up. I knew they were talking about me, and I wanted to know what the hell they thought they were doing. But, a nurse had hung a new IV bag- the one that would keep me in a coma. I was gone, for who knows how long. I'm here to tell you that people do hear things when they're in a coma. Well, at least I did. I would hear snatches of medical type conversation, from time to time, and my Aunt would talk and read to me. But, for some reason, she was reading from novels for teen girls, from the sound of them. And stranger still, I didn't really mind. I also heard snatches of what must have been some kind of recording. It talked about becoming a girl, what girls liked, how they acted. The tape made it sound like a good thing, although I never thought of the idea before. I occasionally even had dreams where I was a girl in them. That was really bizarre. Then, one morning, I woke up. I slowly realized I wasn't dreaming, and opened my eyes. I could tell I wasn't in a hospital room. It was some kind of bedroom, although I was in some kind of hospital bed. I had an IV in my arm. I looked around, and wondered how I wound up in a girl's room. It was done in pink and light blue pastels. I liked darker colors, but these somehow didn't seem quite so bad. There were a few stuffed animals there, ones I would never have thought were cute before, but now had mixed feelings about. Then, I realized I had a strange feeling on my chest. I looked down at my gown, and realized it wasn't a typical hospital gown, it was some kind of pink girl's gown. And, there were a couple of bumps in it. Now, I was starting to worry. I reached up and touched them, and they were the shape of, and felt like breasts. I had had sex with a few of the girls I had partied with at school, even at 15. I knew what breasts felt like, and although these weren't very big, that's what they were. Now, I was almost afraid to feel between my legs. I had a strange feeling down there. I could feel when I touched there that I had on panties, probably nylon like the gown. I reached inside them, and touched something I had only touched on girls. I yanked my hand out and tore out my IV. I wanted some answers, and I wanted them right now. But, when I tried to get up off the bed, I got dizzy, and fell to the floor with a crash. That brought someone. I heard a key in the door of the room. I hadn't known it was locked. The door opened, and Aunt Ruth came in with two strange men, and a woman. A woman in a nurse's uniform came in and checked me out, as they helped me back in bed. My Aunt said, "I was only gone for a few minutes. It figures you would wake up while I was gone." The nurse said, "She's fine. Her vitals are somewhat elevated, but then, she's had a hell of a shock." The woman told her to leave, and then they all sat down. The two men introduced themselves as Agents Beck and Taylor, and the woman as Agent Davis. They were with an agency I had barely heard of, the Federal Security Agency. That must have been the "FSA" I heard mentioned when I was floating around in the coma. I told them, "I want some answers now. I may be only 15, but I'm pretty sure that turning me into a girl against my will is against the law. I want a lawyer. I know my rights." Agent Beck spoke first. He said, "Frankly, no one here gives a damn about your rights, except maybe your Aunt, and she doesn't by very much. You got your family killed, and brought into question whether or not you yourself are a danger to others. Now, shut up and let me tell the story, and it will become clear." I thought that was a hell of a way to talk to me under the circumstances. I started to yell at him, but instead reacted in a way I couldn't believe- I burst into tears. If I was looking for comfort from any of them, though, I was wrong. Even my Aunt seemed unsympathetic. They let me cry for a few minutes, and then the woman, Agent Davis said, "We've come across some people that for being really smart, are really dumb before, but you take the prize. If you really wanted the honest answers for the kind of questions you were asking online, you should have seen a shrink like me. Instead, you attracted the attention of a network of serial killers like Dick and Jane." This was actually processing better than you might think. I had begun to suspect that there might be not just a network, but an organized one out there. They had a purpose that even I didn't suspect, not just wild murderous undirected crimes. Oh, I felt that they were still individuals, operating in there own patterns, but they were getting organized. I told the agents so. Agent Beck continued the conversation with, "That's right. If you weren't such a bright damn kid, they might have escaped your notice. But, by hacking into our website, among others, you attracted our attention. Unfortunately, we know that one of them is also one of ours. You also attracted the mole's attention, and he had the group send Dick and Jane after you. Your family was collateral damage that you caused, because, as I'm sure you've heard, that's what you've heard. What isn't general knowledge, except on the highest levels, is that they are a couple, as you saw. We're sure that they know you are alive. As to their nicknames, they aren't ones they gave themselves. This genius here gave them to them. I don't know if she thought it was funny." He indicated he was talking about Agent Davis, or I guess I should call her Dr. Davis. I said, "You know, I can buy all of that. But, how the how did it come to this? Why am I looking like a girl? Because, no matter what you to do to me, I'll always be a boy, or man. That's something you'll never change. Speaking of which, why did you do this to me? I can't think of anything I did that worth this as punishment." For the first time, Agent Taylor spoke. He said, "I'm actually your doctor. Not your original one, but the one you will have now. You wonder why we did this to you? We didn't, at least not the first step. Your friends Dick and Jane did when they took their souvenir. To put it bluntly, they cut off your genitals, penis and balls. That was actually the problem that kept you bleeding. Fortunately, it was stopped in time. Because of the blood loss, the trauma from the gunshot wounds, and the head injury, they had induced coma. You've heard of the secret courts? Your case went there. We brought your Aunt in, since as you know, she's a lawyer. She already had a top secret clearance from her time in the military, and she negotiated a settlement for you. You would go into witness protection, but would experience punishment, too. You aren't the first person we have ever used what is called "Petticoat Punishment" on, but we decided that we would make yours, if not permanent, so long that it would be hard for you to go back." He stopped to let that sink in, and I raged. I asked my Aunt, "What kind of lawyer does that make you? This is sure a hell of a settlement. I have no idea what the hell I got out of it. As of now, you're fired." She said, "I did what was best for everyone concerned. As for you, you got your family killed. You should go to jail, since you were committing felonies while hacking, and it ultimately got them killed. But, here's the deal. You are to live as a girl, then woman, until you turn 21. If, at that point, you choose to try to reverse things then, it's up to you. You will also live willingly under the rules of Witness Protection until then. Even I won't know where you're at. No one in this room will. When Dick and Jane are caught, you will identify, then testify against them. Even if it's tomorrow, you will have to wait until you're 21 to think about changing back. There are options for that, so you do have hope, and reason to believe it." I thought about that, and realized it was my only real option. What was I going to do, run away? I was safer with them than on my own. I said, "So how does this work? And, how is it that I already look so much like a girl"? Dr. Taylor said, "You're not the first person that we've done this with, and not even the only unwilling person. But, this is the only real chance you have to survive. The killers are out there and looking for you. You need to go take a look in the mirror, and realize how serious this is." I didn't like the sound of that, but I had to know. This time when I got out of bed, I was able to stand. I made it over to a mirror on the wall and saw what all had been done for the first time. It made me weak in the knees again, but this time Dr. Taylor caught me. I sat on a chair, and said, "How the hell did you do it? I not only have breasts, but I really look like a girl" It was true. The only explanation was plastic surgery. But that didn't explain how I had breasts and a vagina. He said, "Obviously, we used plastic surgery to feminize your face. It was done, and already healed while you were comatose. As for the vagina, it was a similar procedure to what is called Sexual Reassignment Surgery. With the damage done to your groin area, it was natural. As for the breasts, and your figure, we gave you a large dose of hormones. Your body was worked out like some patients are, so that you would develop naturally. Your bra is a 34A, and panties a 5. You weren't big anyway, so this wasn't hard." I said, "How the hell am I supposed to become a boy, or man again? I've read a little about transsexuals online, and I doubt if I could just switch hormones back." He said, "You can be anyone you want. Appearances can be altered with plastic surgery. And, this is still top secret, due to the fact that we developed it, but there is a way we're working on to reverse the hormonal process. You're not the only person who's going through this, as I said before." He looked at the others and said, "Why don't we leave her alone to think. And by the way, you need to come up with a first name you're comfortable with." They all got up to leave. My Aunt made as if to stay, but I told her I sure didn't want to talk to her. She said, "There are clothes in the closet and dresser. If you're going to stay up, you may as well get dressed." I wasn't very nice- I gave her the finger and said, "I'll ask you for help when hell freezes over." She left without another word. I sat there for a little while, and then realized that I really didn't like just sitting in the nightgown. I was also hungry, and figured I would have to call on the house phone in the room to get something to eat. So, I went into the bathroom next to the room, and got ready to take a bath. I realized that I had to piss, and it took a moment to figure it out. After I was through, I ran the bath, and put some fruity smelling bubble bath in it. I wasn't sure why I did it, but somehow I knew that if I was going to have to be a girl, I needed to do what they do. I laid in the bath, and did another thing that just seemed right- I shaved my legs. I got a few nicks, but it actually felt good. As I let the water drain out, I stood to let the water drain out, and wash my hair. I hadn't really thought about how long my hair was. It was straight, with bangs, and hung below my shoulders. I liked it. When I got out of the tub, I wrapped up in a luxurious towel that was there, and went out to the room. After I dried off, I found a spray bottle on the dresser. It smelled really nice, and said "Jasmine" on the bottle. I decided to spray some on. I found panties in the top drawer. Someone must have figured out what I liked material wise, because all of them were in nylon. I put on a pair that had no tag, but writing inside the back that said "Boy shorts." I decided I liked how they felt. In the next drawer, I found bras made of the same material. I realized right away that I didn't know how to put one on, but I was too proud to call for help. So, I found a front hook bra, which said it was a racer back bra. Since the breasts I wasn't used to had just been kind of flopping around, I immediately felt more comfortable. I found the other drawers contained t- shirts and shorts. I pulled on a pair of each, and then brushed my hair out as I blow dried it. I went over to the phone and as soon as I picked up the receiver, someone asked me if they could help me. I had calmed down, and felt better now that I felt some measure of control, if only a tiny bit. I said, "I'm really hungry. May I please get something to eat"? The voice on the other end said, "What would you like"? I wondered if I could get my favorite. I knew I couldn't eat a lot, since I hadn't been awake long. So I asked, "Could I have some macaroni and cheese, with chicken and broccoli, please"? The person on the other end (I still couldn't tell if it was man or woman) said, "Thank you for being so polite. We've been told that it is one of your favorite things, so we have made some in advance for you to be microwaved when needed." I guess I knew on some level that the hormones had softened me up some. Somehow, it didn't bother me as much. My dinner was dropped off by a woman in a maid's outfit. She looked normal, except for the gun in a holster under her skirt. This was definitely a serious place. She actually sat with me while I ate, not to watch me, but at least seemed genuinely concerned about how I was doing. I told her, "I really don't know for sure, but I kind of feel better overall. Could you tell me a little about where I'm at"? She thought for a moment, and said, "You're in the most secure facility that the NSA has. I see you noticed the gun. Yes, I'm an agent. This job isn't a chore- I enjoy serving like this, because I also get to talk with and help them, like I am you. My name is Sheila, and I will be the one you interact with the most during the few more days you will be here. As for where you're at, I wish I could tell you. Even when you leave, we're going to ask you to allow us to put you to sleep gently. It will be easier. I can tell you that over the next few days, you will be learning about your new identity. We have adjusted it to your personality, as a girl who is moving to Albuquerque from out of state with her family. Your family will be a pair of NSA agents who are actually married. You will be expected to behave better than you have been, but can also just be a teenager within reason. But, your computer usage will obviously be closely monitored." I knew that all of it was needed. I didn't want to do anything to give myself away, and bring Dick and Jane, or any other serial killers who may be part of their network. I couldn't imagine what was coming though. If someone had told me what they were filming in Albuquerque, a place that was becoming a sort of "little Hollywood", I would have gone off on my own. They had cable TV, and that night, and I surfed the movie channels. I used to be a big fan of horror movies, especially the ones that were true originals, like the original Nightmare on Elm Street, or Halloween. There were also the "Stab" movies, but after the first couple, which were based on real life cases of the Ghost face killers, they got lame like most series do. But after what I had been through, I realized that I didn't want to see anything resembling horror. But, I did see a retrospective on one of the Biology channels on those series, and I couldn't quite resist it, since it was only a documentary. The three Ghost face killers cases that I knew of were covered well, without sensationalism, but then they brought up the fourth, which had to have happened while I was in the coma. I couldn't help but feel sorry for Sydney Prescott. Not only had she watched family and friends get slaughtered, but among the killers were a boyfriend, a brother she hadn't known about, and her niece. But, she was a survivor. I would survive this too, just like her. I even resolved to get her book on surviving, "Out of Darkness", and read it, then write her. Maybe she would even answer, like some authors do. Also on the show were the other two who had survived, Dewey Riley, who had retired as a cop once the last killer was killed. His wife, Gayle Weathers was sharing her story, but of course was plugging her latest book on the fourth set of murders. Typical, from what I had heard of her in the past. When it was over, I was just glad that I didn't have to worry about that kind of crap. I went to the bathroom, got undressed, and washed up. I got a nightgown, and slid it over my head, and went to sleep. My sleep was actually pretty untroubled. The next three days were very busy. Sheila spent a lot of time helping me learn about my new identity. I met my new parents, What I didn't spend doing that, I was learning things like sitting, walking, and talking like a girl. I had never had a low voice, so being castrated gave me a voice that was easy to speak like a girl's with. I did get frustrated and even angry now and then, with the physical training, but Sheila and others who worked with me were patient, and their humor was catching. I had never been a person who could laugh at himself, but I learned quickly. Then, after a couple of days delay, the day came. I hadn't even seen the outside of the place I was at, and probably never would. When I got ready for bed the last night, Sheila came in with a pill. I had already told them that I had come to trust them enough to let them put me out, rather than it being forced anyway. They probably would have used an IV anyway, and I hated needles. They told me that I would wake up in a car, coming with my new family into Albuquerque. I went to sleep that night sitting in a chair, dressed in another t-shirt and shorts, the kind of thing someone might be wearing while riding in a car. I woke up in the back seat of a car, with a light blanket over me. I looked around, and saw my new Mom and Dad. She heard me, and turned around and said, "We were about to wake you up. You're about to get your first view of the city from an angle you'll never forget." I saw that we were in the desert. Actually, we were in an area that I had read up on when I found we were coming to Albuquerque called High Desert. I could see what looked like mountains already, as we were going through what I later found was called Tijeras Canyon. Then, there was a sign for Albuquerque. It was the east entrance exit from I-40. I was almost holding my breath, knowing from pictures I'd seen that something special was coming. I saw a sign for the "World's Longest Tramway." I had looked it up on line, and knew I wanted to go up on it. It went to over 10,400 ft. high, more than 4000 ft. above where it started. We were already higher than I'd ever been here in the canyon, and I was getting my first real look at mountains outside of pictures. Then, the view that still to this day takes my breath away appeared. We emerged gradually from the canyon, and the city began to appear in an enormous valley. It seemed to stretch forever. I could barely see as we emerged that the city climbed up the side of another hill. I later learned it was the "West Mesa." I already knew about the eleven bodies found there a couple of years ago, killed by a still unknown person. It was one of the most baffling unsolved cases right now. I watched as we came down the hill from the canyon, with exits with a mix of Spanish and English sounding streets going by. We went by signs for downtown, but kept going. We turned off finally at an exit for Rio Grande Blvd. We drove into an area that I recognized from brochures as "Old Town." We went down to Central, which was also the famous "Route 66", and went west over the Rio Grande river. I don't know what I expected, but it was kind of a disappointment. It was dry in a lot of places, leaving little streams flowing around islands of land. We passed a street just across the river called "Sunset", and then turned right on a little street called 40th. It was a dead end street, right up against the woods I would learn was called the Bosque. I knew from my study material that this would be home for an indefinite time. We went a little more than halfway down the street, which was lined with houses, most of them made from what I had read was adobe brick. We came to one that looked narrow in front, but stretched back a ways. The moving truck had just gotten there ahead of us. I really didn't know all that would be on it, because I had only picked my furniture and stuff for my room out of catalogues. I had my clothes from the room at the facility, and some books I had been allowed to keep. But, I would have to start from scratch in every basic way. My parents pulled us back on a long driveway which ran along the house up to a garage. We went in the back door of the house there, which opened into a den, and the kitchen. Both of them were big. My new Mom said, "This is our den, Judy. We figured you would need your own space, but you of course will be welcome to spend as much time with us as you want when you're ready. The kitchen is stocked with everything you could imagine. You will have chores, including helping clean, but I hope you will learn to enjoy the routine. Now, let's start sorting through what the movers are bringing in." Due to the layout of the house, I had my own bedroom and bathroom, both of which were kind of small, but it was made up for. The front room on one side was a big, airy room that we put a couch hide-a- bed in, and when it was closed, there was room for me to sit comfortably at a desk with a laptop. There was also a 32 in. TV that I could watch from the couch. These were all laid out end to end in the narrow house, with my own private doors on each side, one from my parent's den, the other from the public living room. The living room was obviously going to be the big area for when people came over, as was the attached dining room, which then opened into the kitchen. The house wasn't new, but I liked it. My bedroom had been done in pink and other light pastels, and had a dresser and closet, along with a makeup table. I hoped I could get some practice with that in before I embarrassed myself. I knew that 15 year olds wore it, so I had to learn. I had only had a little time during the short period at the center that I had for learning. I was in the middle of helping Mom (I was working on automatically calling her that, and doing well) put stuff away in the kitchen when someone knocked on the back door. Something happened then that I learned would become routine after a while. Mom shoved me down behind the island in the center of the kitchen, and reached under the lip of it for a gun there. Dad appeared from their bedroom with a gun. He moved to the door with it behind his back. I heard a conversation with someone outside, and then he came into the kitchen. I heard him say a code word we had developed for all clear, and I stood up, while my Mom put the gun away. I saw a boy with my Dad that I thought was a little cute. I knew that it was the hormones, because the third agent I had talked to was a psychiatrist. I wasn't sure I liked Dr. Davis at all. Something about her gave me the creeps, but she had been brought in because she had a practice in Albuquerque, and specialized in handling people in the WitSec program. Anyway, the boy was around 5'10, with brown hair, and blue eyes. He said, "Hi, my name is Ted. I don't have to share any details, except that I'm 17, but I'm in the program too. There are a group of us kids that get together and talk, and we're meeting tonight at my house. If you come, you can meet some others and realize you're not alone." I looked at my "parents", and they nodded. Mom said, "He's right. Any kids we bring into this, we get involved in the group." I looked at Ted and said, "Okay, I'll be there. How do I get there"? He said, "That's easy. I live three houses down. Most of us live on this block. There are a number of reasons why it's easy to keep secure. When you walk around, having read the handbook, you'll understand." He left, and we finished putting stuff away. I went to my room, and started exploring the stations here in Albuquerque. I watched the local news on channel 4, the NBC station, and decided I liked the people on it. I then walked outside. From where we were at, in the middle of the valley, the view of the mountains was incredible. The front of our house faced east, and there was nothing but a field and the Bosque (the woods around the Rio Grande river) immediately to the east to block the view. There were also no visible street lights, so I wondered what the view of the stars would be like in a few hours. I somehow knew it would again be like nothing I had ever seen before. Since I was going to have dinner with the other kids when we got together, I took a bath when my parents were eating. Someone had installed an old claw foot tub in my bathroom, and then rigged a shower curtain to it later. For some reason, instead of looking bad, I enjoyed it. I soaked for a little while, and then showered out the suds and washed my hair. I put on a matching set of bra and panties, and laid out a sundress and sandals. I figured I wanted to look as feminine as possible. I couldn't imagine anyone's reaction to the truth. I called my Mom, and she watched as I put on a little makeup. It was very hot today, in mid- August, and I didn't know what effect that would have on it. I then put on the dress and sandals. Both Mom and Dad said I had made the right choice in going with the feminine look, but they had a feeling that I would be approached by someone who knew my secret so that they could help me. I said, "I certainly hope so. Otherwise, sitting at home trying to learn things is going to be a lot slower." I had already learned that unlike back home, in Albuquerque school started earlier, before Labor Day. I wanted to pass as at worst, a tomboy type. If I had to, maybe I could say that I had been a tomboy who was growing out of it. Now, it was time to make my first walk down the street to Ted's house. I really would be out where other people could see me. The wind had picked up, and it looked like it could rain. The clouds seemed to have come up from nowhere. I later learned that they called this time of year the "Monsoon season", and that although rain could be really scarce here, this time of year it could rain almost every day. I felt the skirt of my dress start to blow around. I had never felt it before, and although I had to hold it down for a moment during the gust of wind, it felt kind of nice. As I neared Ted's house, I felt a couple of drops of rain, so I ran to the porch, and rang the doorbell. The door was opened by a girl who looked like she could be Ted's sister. It turned out she was. She was 13, and her name was Brooke. She said, "Welcome to our home, Judy. Everybody is in the den in the back, because of the rain." We walked through their house, which had a similar layout to ours. In the back, there were 6 more kids, including Ted. There were two boys, and four girls. The boys were Mike, 14, and Ted, and the girls were Courtney, 13, and Danielle, 11, who were sisters, Tammy, 15 like me, and Patty, 17. It turned out that Ted and Patty were dating, as were Mike and Courtney. They all said hello to me, and then we broke open the pizza boxes that just arrived. As we ate, I gave them my cover story, as they did theirs. We all knew they were false, but we needed to get them straight to help each other. We talked about how hard it was not to share our real lives with anyone. They, like me, all saw Dr. Davis. The general opinion was that she was a little weird, but maybe that was due to her job. I would meet with her once a week, and then we all had a group session with her once a week. Tammy said that she had once lived in another part of town, but had recently moved here. She said, "I know we aren't the only people in WitSec here in town. I was in another group in that area, too. I don't know why they moved my family here. I had to change High Schools from Highland to Rio Grande, where you'll be going, too." I figured she was subtly letting me know that she was my helper. It turned out that I was right. When we left for the evening, she walked me home. It turned out that her family lived at the end of the street by the woods. She told me, "I don't hold it against you that we moved down here. I want to be a counselor for the FSA someday. I know who you really are. I've even helped another boy make the adjustment before to being a girl, but he really was a girl deep inside. You are sure you aren't, but you are taking to this pretty easily. Maybe all the other acting out was something like this you were suppressing all your life." I thought that was crazy, but I didn't mind being Judy as much as I did even a few days ago when I woke up. During the walk home, I had noticed the stars. They didn't look far away like where I was from. They looked really close. And, the moon coming over the mountains- I had heard about this, but never imagined how it would look. It looked giant. I knew there was some kind of atmospheric effect at work, but didn't care. My heart had almost stopped at the beauty of it. after saying good night to my parents, I laid in bed for a while dreaming about it. In the morning, my Dad told me he had a special present for me for being so good. Tammy was going too. I thought of all the things it could be, but couldn't guess. I should have been able to from Tammy and I talking last night, but couldn't. But, when we pulled up to a part of town where some of the streets were blocked off for filming, I started to smile. I thought, "No, it couldn't be." But, it was. Somehow, we were going to get to see them film part of the new "Stab" film that was filming here in town. It didn't take place here, but a lot of movies were filmed here due to the tax breaks New Mexico gave them. It turned out that because my Dad was posing as a teacher at the police academy, he had a lot of friends in law enforcement. He was going to make a little side money consulting on the film. I got more excited as we pulled up to the lot where the star's and producer's trailers were. My Dad took Tammy and I over to one trailer, and knocked on the door. When the door opened, I thought I would go over in a dead faint. Never in my craziest dreams would I have imagined that Sydney Prescott would answer the door. She smiled, and said hello, and invited us in. I finally got my legs moving, and went into her luxurious trailer. I could see that although she must have had a hint of what was coming, Tammy was in shock as well. We had talked about us both being horror movie freaks last night, and how we had seen everyone of the Stab movies. Now, we were meeting the real life heroine of the first three movies, which were based on real murder cases which she had been involved in, and now she was helping produce one about the fourth case. She said, "I figured after three pretty bad movies, I should finally get involved so that they get it right. Even Dewey and Gayle are here. Dewey is consulting, and Gayle co- wrote the script from the book she wrote about the last set of murders." I sat there just drinking it in, and she signed copies of her book to Tammy and me. She said, "Gayle and Dewey would love to meet you and will give you signed copies of all of her books. Don't worry, she isn't a bitch like she used to be. She and I are actually friends, now." I finally had to ask her before we left, "Aren't you afraid that some other nut job is going to decide to start it all over again? There are so many killers already out there, and with people from Billy Loomis to your cousin Jill to inspire them, who knows who might think of doing this next"? I don't know if I thought she would be angry, but she sounded like she was used to answering that. She said, "If someone is going to kill, they don't need this as an excuse. We don't intend to portray this as in anyway glamorous. It may seem that all of the killers died and became famous, but in the end, that's all they were, was dead." I thought that said it pretty well. That night, I read Sydney's book. If I had to be a girl, I wanted to be a true survivor like her. I had survived an attack by two of the most vicious serial killers alive, Dick and Jane, and Sydney's book helped me deal with it. And then it happened. I did something I hadn't really done since I woke up. I cried and cried. I thought of all I had lost, and the things I had caused, and wanted to die. But, Mom must have heard me. She came in, sat on my bed, and held me. It wasn't something put on- I could tell she really cared. At that moment, she really did become Mom to me. And, I knew that Dad would be just that from now on too, because I knew he had to care like that to do this. I finally got to sleep, although it didn't last long. The night was shattered by alarms and sirens. I knew what this meant. I immediately ran to the kitchen island, and hit a hidden switch. It actually moved a couple of feet, and exposed a ladder. I climbed down into a basement that wasn't on any floor plans. I flipped on a light switch, and a monitor also came on. When I saw that Mom and Dad were armed and had taken defensive positions, I hit another button that closed the hatch. I looked around and found the wall with the set of monitors that showed the house and surrounding area. Another wall held a variety of weapons. I hadn't had any real training yet, but I had been showed a small .22 automatic, and told that there were a few stashed in the house. If I had to use it, just point and shoot. I would eventually be taught how to do more than that. I kept checking the house area, but everything seemed alright. Eventually, someone came to talk to my Dad, and a shocked look came over his face. He came into the kitchen, and I could hear him say the code word for all clear. I flipped the switch, and climbed out of the basement. By then, Mom came in. He told me, "You need to get changed into some regular clothes. Some people are going to want to talk to you." I was scared by now, especially when a female agent besides my Mom came in and watched me change. Apparently they suddenly didn't trust me again. I put on a pullover shirt and a pair of jeans, and then we went back out. By now, they had Tammy and her parents there, and a number of agents, including Dr. Davis. I asked, "What the hell is going on, and why am I suddenly being treated like this? I've cooperated with everything, given the circumstances." One of the agents, who only identified himself as Gamma, said, "You tell us. I'm going to play you a video caught by our cameras, and then see what you think." I sat down, and he turned a laptop screen to where Tammy and I could both see it. The first picture showed a guard inside of the main perimeter. That stayed up all night. Other individuals chose within it whether to have their own alarms up. A lot of people didn't after dark, anyway, because the place was heavily patrolled at night. Anyway, as I watched on the screen, a figure, moving what had to be incredibly quietly snuck up on the guard from behind. I gasped, as the face was all too familiar. The guard jerked, and then a knife came out of the front of his throat. The killer slowly lowered him to the ground, but the noise must have alerted another guard. This time, the killer had no choice but to use the first guard's gun and shoot the other one before she could bring her gun around. This time the killer broke the parameter before it took off into the night and the woods, setting off the alarms. Omega shut off the screen, and everyone turned to look at me and Tammy. I said, "I don't know about her, but everyone knows where I was. And if she is here too, then it wasn't her." But, even as I asked, I knew the answer. Because, I had recognized that face on the screen. I had seen it in too many movies and news reports. The Ghost Face Killer had come to Albuquerque. And, this time, it was after people in the WitSec, or so it seemed. I voiced this, but Omega said, "I wish it was that simple. Here is the headline for this morning's Journal." He held it up, and it screamed in huge letters on the front page, "Ghost Face Killer strikes town with movie! Former Sheriff Dewey Riley found dead, and killing caught on film!" I was too stunned to think. Omega said, "That murder happened two hours before the ones here. Either of you geniuses have a theory, since your such experts on this stuff? You can tell us after you can convince us you don't know anything." Okay, I warned you this would be a horror story. I hope you will read it, and if you are a mystery fan, and have the Scream movies, you know they are actually murder mysteries that happen to be within teen slasher movies. Well, except for maybe Scream 2, which I'd rather not count, but I guess I have to. The mystery will definitely be solvable, and this is going to also be about Judy's growth, so bare with me. As for the depictions of Albuquerque, I used to live in the house that Judy lives in on 40th street. I rented the front two rooms and bathroom, which are as described, as is the street. And, when you look out over the Bosque at night, you don't feel like you're in the middle of a city- you feel as if your in the middle of nowhere. And if you catch the moon coming up as I described, there is no way to truly describe it. If you know Albuquerque, I hope you enjoy what will be some ongoing references. If you don't, and ever have the opportunity to visit, check it out.