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Hiding in Plain Sight Part 2 Thank you for the response to part one. It took forever to write, and went through numerous revisions. I settled on the Scream movies as an homage to the genius of Wes Craven and Kevin Williamson (writer of the Scream movies, among others). Setting it in Albuquerque is a labor of love to my 2nd favorite city I have ever lived in. Who knows, I may set one in Eugene, Or someday. For those of you who haven't read the reviews, I pointed out that two clues have been revealed as to the identity of the Ghost Face killer- one that is in the movies, and one that I'm giving as a freebee- the solution has definitely not been done before in the movies. For those who don't like watching that kind of thing, but want to understand the references, I recommend the Wikipedia pages for all four films- they have good plot summaries. I'm referring to them myself for details I may have forgotten. And, one thing no one caught. I referred to Jill Roberts in the story first as Sydney's niece, and then her cousin. Jill was her cousin in Scream 4. I am also thinking of running only the beginning of the story with the Scream part, maybe two more parts, and continuing from there. I had an idea about Dick and Jane, and the serial killer network that I mentioned that just won't wrap up easily in my mind. Plus, I want for Judy to have something of a life, and the events of all of the Scream movies took place over periods of a few days, with the exception of 3. I'm not sure how long that was, as I haven't had time to watch it in a while. Let me know what you think. You folks seem to like her, so I hope this is okay. After the stinging remark by Omega, Tammy and I looked at each other, and then she said, "That's a load of crap. You don't just assume that we are connected to a serial killer, because we are familiar with his or her crimes." I said, "Yeah, if anything, we're fans of Sydney, the survivor in all this. And, you've got all kinds of other suspects." Omega backed off a little, and smiled. That's when I knew we had been played a little. He said, "We didn't really think it was you. We know too much about both of you to really think that, but this helped us make sure." I could see my "parents" visibly relax. Mom said, "We genuinely care about you, so we were upset that you could even be remotely connected to this. Now, we need to figure out what to do next'. I had one fear above all others. I said, "Do you think that this is connected to Dick and Jane, or maybe that it is even them doing it?" Omega looked thoughtful, and said, "I have been thinking about this, and I guess as crazy as it sounds, if these killings are at all related to the previous ones, you two are experts on those." He was right in that. Tammy and I had talked about it, and we had both seen all of the movies, and read all of Gayle Weather's books, plus some other people's. I looked at Tammy, and said, "Well, I think you can guess from the timing that it's probably two killers. With the serial killer network, they could have gotten together somehow or somewhere. I would also say that one of them has to be connected to WitSec. Whoever they are, they aren't going to be just anyone. They didn't just take down anyone; they took down two trained agents. And if I saw it right on the tape, they actually had to be in the compound, and left after the killings. You may find the mask and cloak in the woods. It's too easy to get another costume." Tammy picked up where I left off. "As for the murder on the movie set, it is going to involve Sydney. All of the earlier cases have, and I have trouble believing this will be different. They attacked one of her best friends. I would also keep an eye on Gayle. As Sydney's other close friend, she is probably the top candidate for the next target. And, keep an eye out for other murders that are similar but less public. These were splashier beginnings than most of the other cases." Omega shook his head and finally smiled. He said, "I don't know about you, Dr. Davis, but that's pretty much what I think." She said, "I obviously haven't had time to do a profile, but my initial opinion would be similar." She looked at me and said, "You girls are on a roll, any other opinions?" I said, "Look for something different about these killers that has never been seen in any previous case. I think that this is deliberate. And, there will be two. One will be connected to the original cases, but one will be to the WitSec program. The one here could be a psychopath who decided to cash in on the contracts that we witnesses have on our heads by covering them with the ghost face killings." More and more people had gathered in the room, and were listening to all of this. I thought I saw one have a tiny reaction to that statement, but I couldn't be sure. I did file away in my mind who it was, just in case. Omega said, "The immediate temptation is to move everyone, but with school about to begin, and some new people getting settled in, I think tightened security is what we need. Is that okay with everyone?" Heads nodded around the room, including mine and Tammy's. Part of me wanted to run, but I also really wanted to see these killers taken down. I guess I was partly a product of this time of shock horror films. Everyone else left, and we went to bed. Mom said, "We really are sorry for doubting you, and believe you are telling the truth. But, you have to let me know about everything that happens from now on." I said, "I'm not taking chances. On one side, I have to worry about Dick and Jane, and on the other, Ghost Face. Are you sure that I can't leave the immediate area armed?" She smiled a little and said, "That would definitely blow your cover. All of Albuquerque's schools use metal detectors. I have decided to take a vacant English teaching position at the High School, so I'll be close." I changed back into pajamas, and went to sleep after a while. When I woke up, the sun was shining bright through the window. Sometime during the night, I had moved to the couch in my front room, and fallen asleep with the TV on. I had slept until noon, with all of the disturbances last night. While the noon news was filled with the murder of Dewey Riley, very little was said about what had happened here in the neighborhood. I realized that the city was probably heavily paid off in "taxes", to ignore a lot down here. No wonder it was in a dead- end street by the river. I got up, went into my bathroom, and washed up. I decided to check on breakfast (or lunch- whatever), before I got showered and dressed. It was Tuesday- after today, I had one more free day until orientation at school on Thursday and Friday, and classes started on Monday. I had to finish immersing myself in being a girl, and in my past cover, by then. I went out to the kitchen, but everyone was gone. A note from Mom said that Dad had gone downtown, where he was going to work on the Dewey Riley case. Since he was acting as an APD cop, he could secretly be the liaison on the two cases. In the meanwhile, new teachers got two days of orientation before the two days we got for ours. She would be at the school all day. After thinking about it, I had a bowl of cereal, and then took a shower. I put on a bikini for the first time, because I knew I would eventually wind up over at Tammy's, to swim. For being a boy, I had to admit that I did like the way my new figure fit in it. I put a mini- dress on over it, since I figured that if you've got it, flaunt it. I needed to tan, but aside from that, I thought I was really cute. If I had to do this, I was going to be a girl people would remember. I put on a pair of wedge sandals, since these seemed to be what were easiest to walk in. I wasn't going very far, and not off the road, so I guess some practice in walking before school started would help. I turned down the street towards the woods, away from Tammy's house, and stopped and introduced myself to a couple that I had seen last night, but hadn't met. From the briefing stuff I had read, they were in WitSec like everyone else. There names were Gary and Trina Tucker, and they had a 7 year old daughter. They were happy to meet me, and said, "Who knows? We may need you as a baby sitter for Michelle." That seemed okay with me, as I loved little kids, as well as animals, but I wondered if they would have been so quick to say that if they knew I was a boy, or just why my family was here. Maybe they would have, maybe not, but I hoped I would never find out. I walked on down the street to the end, and when I walked by their house again, Michelle ran up to the edge of the yard and said, "Look! Isn't it beautiful? You get to see these a lot around here." I turned around and saw where a Road Runner was standing on a neighbor's car that was parked across the street. She ran over to it, but it ran away from her. I told her, "I can usually get real close, but I need to show you how to approach them, or other animals. We can do it sometime." She smiled and said, "I think we're going to be friends, Judy." I smiled back at her, and finished walking back to Tammy's. I rang the doorbell, and Tammy's Mom answered. She smiled and said, "Hi, Judy. I know you didn't know how I would react to you being here after last night, but I know that Tammy shares the same fascination for that stuff as you. If you were still a boy, I suspect you would be the perfect couple. As it is, you're already becoming best friends." I blushed a little at her words, since what she had said was probably true. It was sad, because I knew she wasn't about to wait six years for me to become a man again. And, at this point I knew I had no doubt that it was going to happen. As we walked through their house I heard noise in the yard. I knew Tammy was having me over, but I hadn't expected anyone else, especially boys. I started to turn around and go back inside, due to some kind of reflex, but Tammy rushed over. She stepped inside with me and said, "I know you're nervous of whether people will think you're a boy or something, but there's nothing to show. You look completely like a girl, including what's in your bottom. And, if you're feeling a little naked, now you know how we girls feel all the time when the boys are staring at us." I felt guilty, because she must have been told a little about my past using of girls for sex and not caring about much else. She wasn't being mean, but I knew I'd hear about this again. I walked out into the back yard, and was immediately aware of the stares from some of the boys. I could turn heads. The doctors had made sure I was pretty, so there would be no mistaking I was a boy. And of course in exercising me in while I was in the coma, they had made sure I was in good shape. Tammy introduced me around, but there was one boy in particular who stood out. Damn those hormones. I had been warned that they, and the lifestyle and everything I was immersing myself in might work its way into my psyche as far as remaining straight. But, what was straight for me? I was a girl now (well, at least for six years), so if I was interested in boys, it would be normal, or would I be gay? Or would I be a lesbian if I was into girls? I hadn't been to see Dr. Davis, the shrink yet, so I couldn't get her thoughts, whether I cared about them or not. The boy who stood out was kind of tall, with brown hair and deep blue eyes. He wasn't one of the boys I had met in the program. He looked like he was a little shy himself. We looked at each other for a moment like a pair of idiots, and finally I said, "Hi, I'm Judy." He finally managed to get a couple of words out, and said, "I'm Tim. Tammy said you had just moved to the neighborhood. You getting settled in okay?" I said, "I am I guess, but these houses are kinda different than anywhere I've ever lived. It isn't easy to get used to. And, with school orientation on Thursday, I don't have much time. I'll be right out- let me get ready to swim." He walked out to the patio, and Tammy came back in. Once she got inside, she kind of giggled and said, "Oh boy, they told you to watch out for those hormones, didn't they? All of the girls think he's cute, but he hardly ever goes out with anyone. For some reason, he obviously likes you." I blushed, and said, "You've got to be kidding! There is no way I'm getting involved with a boy, even if he is kind of cute"! I realized what I had just said, and turned quickly away. But, she had heard it and said, "You do think he's cute. Well, you better watch it. He's a junior, so you may think it's great to have an older boy than you interested. But, don't let down your guard. He can't know anything about who you really are." I thought that that wasn't ever going to happen. I would never be tempted to tell someone. I would find out soon enough how hard that was myself. I decided to just go for it. If I hesitated, I would never do it. I went into Tammy's bedroom, and took off the dress. I looked at myself in the mirror, dressed only in the bikini. The damn thing revealed more than it would if I was wearing a normal bra and panties. But, I wrapped a beach towel around myself and went out. With my flair for the dramatic, I decided to make an entrance. I walked over to a beach chair that Tammy had saved for me next to her, and slowly took the towel off. I knew everyone's eyes were on me, but when I looked around; I could see that Tim was actually blushing! He must have been really looking. I then put looked at the pool. I had seen it at night, but not had a good look. The deep end sloped down to 12 feet, so there was a diving board. There was enough room in the shallow end to float. I walked over to the diving board and climbed the ladder. When I dove off, the cool water of the pool felt so good against my skin after the dry heat of summer here. I swam over to the ladder and climbed out, seeing Tim looking at me at the water ran off of me. I wondered if it was just the hormones or some other interest I never knew of that made me not mad at the attention. After a few more dives, and a little swimming around, I went to my chair and dried off. I wanted to work on a tan, so I put on some lotion. Tammy helped me with my back and said, "I bet you wish it was Tim doing this right now." I turned around and playfully hit her and said, "Don't even say things like that. I am going to be a boy again someday, so I'm not interested." Even as I said, it, I wondered when it changed from being easier and easier to act like a girl, to the point where it seemed natural. I wasn't telling anyone that. I spent some time tanning, front and back. When Tammy rolled over on her stomach, she undid her bikini back strap. I thought about it, but even though my breasts would be covered by my laying on them, I wasn't ready for even a small step like that. There was supposed to be a barbeque and party for going back to school tonight, but I had to go home and change, and then to my first appointment with Dr. Davis. I still thought she seemed a little creepy, but she was the expert on dealing with psychological problems of people in WitSec for the Albuquerque area. There were some other local people who had federal clearance, who did therapy with people with more specialized needs. Dr. Davis told me that there was a Psychiatrist locally who had people dealing with gender issues. She told me that after a few basic adjustment sessions, she would send me to the other person, a Dr. Lowell. She said, "You'll probably be more comfortable staying with a man, given the circumstances." I took a shower at home, and put on a blouse and skirt. I wanted to show that I was adjusting to things, which wasn't a lie. Mom came out of the house, to where I was sitting on a lawn chair by the garage, waiting for her to take me to my appointment. She said, "I'll be glad when you turn 16 in a few months, and can get your license. We've already decided to get you a car, as long as you keep doing well." I gushed with joy, something I didn't believe I would ever do. I said, "I'm going to be good anyway, because I'm going to just go with the experience until it's time to change back." It took us a bit to get to Dr. Davis' office. She was in an office park up on Montgomery, in the heights. Mom told me, "There are a couple of places nearby that hold groups of protectees. That's why she has her local office here. Once we feel you're settled in, you'll be using the bus system here. We just will stay right on you until we're sure your cover's safe." I had already heard that they only had a so-so bus system here, so I wasn't sure I wanted the protection to end before I got my car, but I said, "Okay Mom, whatever you say." She gave me a look that told me she had caught the bit of attitude, but would let it slide, since it was the kind any normal teen would give their parents. She told me that she would come back and pick me up after my appointment. I was going to have a special two hour appointment this first time, so Mom decided to visit another agent who lived at one of the apartment complexes that WitSec used. I went into the waiting area, and told the receptionist that I was there. I was pretty early, so I picked up a magazine and started reading. There were a few other people in the waiting room, and after a couple of minutes, I noticed that a guy who was sitting across the area was staring at me. I tried to ignore it, but I realized when I caught him again that he was trying to see up my skirt. I took that for a few minutes, and then pretty dramatically got up, walked over to where he was sitting, and bent down to whisper in his ear. I was wearing a low cut blouse, so I'm sure he could see my bra and the tops of my breasts as I said, "Just so you know- my Dad is a cop, and he made sure I knew how to take care of myself, including being a good shot." As I was saying this, I saw that he was hard between his legs, but the way I was bending over him forced him back some so that his balls were over the chair when I delivered a short punch to his crotch. He turned pale, but didn't say anything. I assumed he didn't want to have to explain himself to the office people or the cops. A couple of minutes later, Dr. Davis came out and told me to come back to her office. It was a nice comfortable place, I had to admit. I did take note of her fascination with collecting animals, though. She had small statues of tigers, plus pictures of them on the walls. I wasn't sure what that said about her. Other than those, she had a choice of three comfortable places to sit, a small couch, an end chair of sorts, or a desk chair like hers. I chose the end chair. We started off with a couple of basic questions about how I was feeling. I talked about the little differences I was continuing to notice as my breasts grew, along with my ass. She asked, "And how about emotionally? I'm sure that the hormones have to be having some effect on you there as well." Even though I had planned to tell her how I was feeling, I felt some hesitation. It was personal, and although I knew she was there to help me, it wasn't easy. Finally when I started talking, it came out fast. I told her, "I know I'm a boy. No matter what you guys have done, that won't change. But, I am starting to have these feelings I don't like." She waited a couple of minutes, and when I didn't elaborate, she said, "You need to tell me about what you're feeling, and what causes it. by opening up, you can begin to understand it." I said, "This is the part that's hard. Sometimes, when I'm getting dressed, I realize that I am enjoying picking out the girl's clothes. Earlier, when I was swimming, I enjoyed the bikini's feel, and when I got out, how the water felt on my softer skin." She said, "I can understand why those girl like feelings might trouble you, but I think there's something more. You are very nervous right now, beyond what those feelings would cause. Now, why don't you tell me what you really feel." I finally said, "Damn it, it's a boy. His name is Tim, and even though he could have any girl in class because he's so cute, he paid attention to me. I know I'm kinda pretty, but not that much. And, what makes it worse, is that I don't seem to mind his attention when it's happening." She asked me, "How much do you feel about it? Is it just interest as a friend, or more?" I said, "You know which. I have never been with anyone but a girl, and my history in that file you have would show you that I've pretty much had anyone I want back then. But I know it's the damn hormones. They're making me crazy. And, to make it worse, Tammy seems to think it's something more. Tonight, I'm going to a party at her house, and there will be lots of girls around. I'm sure I'll feel attracted to one of them, and then it'll be fine." She let that go for now, and we talked about other general subjects for the rest of the two hours. Mom came and picked me up, and then we went to Coronado Center. She said, "Most of the setting up for tonight is done. You have some free time, so I'm getting you something special." We went into the mall, which I had never seen before, and wandered around a little. She let me wander around Barnes and Noble and pick up a few books, and then we walked by Victoria's Secret Pink. Tammy had talked to me about it a little. She had said, "Someday, you'll be walking by a store, and you'll want to go in and look at clothing. I bet it will happen sooner than you think." I couldn't help myself, I was drawn in. I wanted to look at some of the stuff that Tammy said that she and other girls were wearing. Before I knew it, I was letting one of the girls measure me. Turns out the ones I had were accurate. I wound up choosing some lingerie for now, and joining their VSP club. I walked outside of the store and found Mom patiently waiting with a smile. I looked at her and said, "What? If I have to do this, I might as well have some fun." She just kept smiling, and led me around a corner. There, at that side corner of the mall, was a place called "Lucky Paws." I knew what was coming, since we had talked about this. I shoved my bags into her arms, and ran ahead to the store. Tammy had told me about how she had gotten a beautiful Black Lab as a rescue animal. The store was a place that two of the no- kill shelters here in town used to let people look at animals in a store like setting. She said that you still only had to pay the fees for shots and the microchip. I stopped dead at the door. There was a window on each side of the doorway, on the left containing puppies, on the right there were kittens. I was mesmerized at watching both play. I didn't even know if I could decide between a dog or a cat. We needed a dog we could train to help be a watchdog, but the main choice would be mine. I finally went in, and started looking at all of the dogs, which were in the main room. I hated seeing them in cages, but they were kept clean. I wanted to adopt them all, but knew I could only take one. I couldn't decide, until I saw a particularly big cage in the back. You couldn't see what was in it until you were right in front. I came around, and was in love. I think I may have said earlier that I love wolves. I didn't have to look at the description of the animal. I knew it was a wolf hybrid of some kind. He was sleeping, but he woke up and looked at me as if he sensed me looking at him. He slowly stretched, and got to his feet. He then walked over to the front of the cage, but I felt no fear for some reason. I waited until he was at the bars, and then allowed him to sniff my hand. We looked at each other in the eyes again, and then he started waving his paw. I took it and held it, and then he licked my hand and face, as I laughed. I knew he was the one. I turned around to see Mom and the lady who was in charge watching and smiling. It turned around that Mom had called some of the shelters, and knowing my love for wolves, when she heard about this one, she knew she wanted to see if we bonded. The wolf already had a reputation for bonding with and protecting it's owners, although I wondered where that came from- you can never truly "own" a wolf, even a hybrid. Then they sprung the other surprise. It turned out that the wolf got along pretty well with cats, as long as they could get along with him. I knew that a kitten would have the best chance, and if I got one that had been recently weaned, it would be looking for company. I went back into the room where they kept the cats, and was looking for kittens, but there was this one cat. She was around 5, according to the sign, and was white with medium length fur, and gold spots. She looked at me as I walked by, as if she didn't care, but something drew me back. I put my hand on the glass they kept on the front of those cages, and that caused her to react. She got up, and reached over and touched the glass, and then put her nose against it. I looked at my Mom and said, "If she can get along with Wolf, then I want her." The woman from the store said, "We can let you into the room for visiting with cats, and then let the dog stick his nose in." We did that, and although they were somewhat standoffish, they didn't attack each other. I said, "If we're going to let them both be indoor and outdoor animals, then they'll have lots of space anyway." We put the cat in a carrier on the seat of our SUV in the back seat, and "Wolf", as I had named him all of the way in the back. He and Nahla, as I had named the cat actually played a game for a while. He would half climbed over the back seat and stuck his nose in the carrier, and she would swipe at it. We could see that he wasn't being hurt- she wasn't using her claws, or even hissing. My Dad was home when I got there. He obviously knew about the surprise. Once we let them out of the truck, Wolf and Nahla chased each other around for a while, and then settled down laying near each other in a shady spot. I knew I had been right in thinking they would get along. My Dad asked me, "Why the names?" I said, "It's simple. He's a wolf, and one of my all time favorite movies is "The Lion King." Nahla was Simba's mate." I changed into another bikini, and put a pair of shorts over the bottoms, and started to read one of my new books, Stuart Woods' latest, "Son of Stone." Although he had been writing for years by the time I was old enough to really appreciate his books, I had already caught up to the newest one. I was stretched out on the couch in my front room when Dad came in and said, "I want to borrow that when you're done with it. You probably haven't had time to discover that your Mom and I have similar reading tastes to you. I thought you might like to hear about the progress on the Dewey Riley case. As a follower of the stories and the cases, you've already shown some good perspective on the case." I said, "Even though I doubt it has anything to do with the people trying to kill me, I'm always willing to try to help." Right about then, I heard the doorbell. I had called Tammy and asked her to come over to check out my new stuff. She came to the front door since I said I would be in my room. When Dad saw her he said, "I'm glad you're here. You can help give some new perspective on the new developments in the case." She said, "Sure I will. So, what's new?" He said, "I'm not going to bother with the file. The one main development is that a strong suspect has emerged." I said, "You guys need to watch it Dad, she will be the red herring- the initial throwaway suspect who seems to have a huge motive, but is just a distraction to keep you guys busy while the killer sets up the big finale." He said, "How did you know it was a she? I never said that." I looked at Tammy, and she said, "Oh c'mon, we know it's Gayle. I bet you found some kind of financial motive, like a huge life insurance policy or something. It will turn out that it's a fake, to frame her. Clear her as fast as you can, and then start watching for her to be the killer." He said, that's not what you guys said earlier." I said, "These damn killings are not always predictable. If they were, everyone would have been caught after their first ones." I just wish I had remembered how true that statement was later. He left the room, and I showed Tammy the stuff I had bought at VSP. I told her, "I decided that if I was going to have to live it, I may as well live it to the fullest." She gave me a smile and said, "I won't say I told you so, until we see how much else I'm right about." I said, "We have to go out back. I have a big surprise for you." We walked through the house, and I stopped at the back door, and then slowly opened it. I stepped out first, and then Tammy. Immediately, Wolf was by my side. He looked at Tammy and then me, but didn't do anything until I said, "Friend, Wolf." He immediately started sniffing her hand as she knelt down and petted him. I told her, "I was lucky in getting him that he already answered to some commands. He's bonded with me, and will take them only from me. But, since I told him you were a friend, you never have to worry about him unless you attack me. He will even protect you." She kept on laughing and petting Wolf, and said, "Do you think my Lab will get along with him?" I said, "As long as its always willing to be submissive. That's true with any other canine, according to what the shelter told me." By then, Nahla had decided to walk over and see what the fuss was all about. She immediately started rubbing against Tammy's leg. She reached down and picked her up, to which she purred. I said, "I don't think you'll have any problems with either of them." I was glad of this, because I was really wanting her to be my best friend, but in the program, I was warned that trust was hard. I put great stock in how animals reacted to people, and she had passed that test with flying colors. She said, "The party begins in 45 minutes, so I have to get ready." I said, "Do I look okay?" She said, "Girl, you keep underestimating just how fine you are. You give off good vibes, and are very pretty. Just remember that you can't act to smart around some guys. The only thing I would say is to bring a t-shirt in case you get uncomfortable with the way guys are going to stare at you. And, believe me, they are going to stare." She left, and went home through the back yards. I could see that the party was set up across a few really big backyards. It was going to be a huge party, the last one before school. There were several parents who were going to chaperone, and my Dad had said that he was going out for a while, but would be back with a surprise for the party. I went in to the house and read some more, until it was time to go. I gathered up my stuff, including a bag with some food that Mom was donating to the party. As I got to the front of her house, Tammy came out from the back and said, "Why am I not surprised that you'd come this way, to make an entrance?" I laughed and said, "I told you that if I was going to have to do this, I would be spectacular." We went out to the backyard, where there were all of the kids from WitSec in this area, and their friends from Junior High and High School, which was about 30 kids. There were also several adults, mostly working the BBQ or just talking to each other. Tammy introduced me to a bunch all at once, which means I remembered almost no names. She went off to talk to some other girls, and then pointed at me. She waved me over, and said, "This is Judy. Judy, I was just telling these girls that you would make a great cheerleader, but had never done it before. I just told them that you were limber and athletic from the Martial Arts you do." She ignored the glare I gave her, and the girls started to introduce themselves. They didn't seem as standoffish as other ones I had known in the past, and I soon loosened up. I really hit it off with one of them name Fiona. She was obviously of Irish descent, with flaming red hair, and a South Boston attitude and accent. We went to the drinks table and got sodas. She wasn't much of a reader, but like Tammy and me, was a horror movie nut. Then, someone started playing some music. Some of the kids started to dance while they waited for food, but I got in line. I found myself making conversation fairly easily, with my cover story flowing out of my mouth. Then, shortly after I got my food, we heard a truck pull up out front. I saw Tammy walk up to the front, and say "Oh my God"! I set my plate down, and walked over towards the driveway when I saw her coming back with someone. I said, "Hey Sydney!" It was Sydney Prescott. That was the surprise my Dad had promised. He knew it wouldn't hurt my stock with these kids I was just meeting for them to see that I knew her. Sydney came over and said, "Your Dad has been so much help to us on the set of the movie. When he said he had to come home early for this party, I said I would love to come and see you and Tammy again." I said, "Thank you so much! It's wonderful to see you again, and with my Dad on the case, I'm sure the new Ghost Face will be caught soon." Tammy and I then introduced her around. Even if they hadn't read her book, everyone knew who she was. As we were making the rounds, I discovered that Tim had arrived too, but I hadn't seen him yet. He told Sydney, "I read your book and liked it. surviving what you went through was incredible." I gave Tim's arm a squeeze and said that I would see him when he got done talking. I then realized that I hadn't just said it to say it, but that I meant it. Then I realized that I didn't care anymore. I wanted to get to know him more. I found that my plate was gone, and got some more food. Shortly after I sat down, Tim came over with a plate, and sat down next to me on the grass. He said, "You sounded like you really wanted to see me just now. That's a little different than earlier. Why the change?" In case this came up with somebody, I had thought up a story. I told him, "I told you before that I just moved here. Well, where I lived before, I was shy, and a late bloomer. But now, I want to take a chance. I like that you're shy too, but since you're smart, and good looking, I don't get why." He thought for a second and said, "It's not as fun as you would think, having everyone after you. I've had a few girlfriends, but no matter who I go with, others are jealous, and it causes problems. I have the feeling that you wouldn't be that way." This was really interesting to me. I had never been jealous. As an occasional drug dealer in my old life, even at 14 and 15 I had been able to get almost any girl I wanted, even a 21 year old. But, now the shoe was on the other foot. I was having feelings for a boy, but since he seemed interested in me, there was no reason to be jealous. But, I figured I needed to watch out for other girls. Right then, Sydney came over and to say good night. She said, "I hope to see you on set when you have time. And, bring your boyfriend anytime." I tried to tell her that Tim wasn't my boyfriend, but she just smiled, and walked towards the front of the house. Right then, they started playing some classic rock. I had heard that it was making a comeback with some kids. That included me too. But, it caught me off guard when Tim asked me to dance. It was a fast dance, to Fleetwood Mac's "Go Your Own Way", which was one of my favorite songs, so without thinking too hard, I said "Yes." One thing I had always been was a good dancer. It turned out that he was too. People started noticing this, but it barely registered to me. Then, when that song ended, the next song they put on was Stevie Nicks' "Gypsy." I had always loved that song, but it felt as though something primal took over when I started dancing to it (or maybe it was the hormones). When the song finished, I saw that everyone had been watching. I saw a look of I don't know what in Tim's eyes. It made me run over to the door to Tammy's house, and run inside. I saw her parents in the living room, and asked if I could borrow her bathroom. They saw I was crying, and said yes right away. I washed my face, but started crying again. I went into her bedroom and curled up with a stuffed animal. She came in a few minutes later and didn't say anything. She just held me. After a few minutes she asked, "What happened?" I told her how I had gotten caught up by something deep inside while I was dancing, and when I realized at the end that everyone had been watching, especially Tim, I freaked. She said, "I don't know why you freaked. You were fantastic! I'm the only one who knows your secret, but everyone else saw the birth of something in you. I don't even know what it is, but whether its male or female, I think you're going to be fine. I finally quit crying, and even smiled. I said, "Now I wish I could see it." She smiled and said, "Oh you're about to go viral. That's the only bad news, although you don't look like, or have any connection to your old life. The WitSec people are going to be pissed, but they've had to deal with worse in this day of the internet." I let her take me back outside, where I got a stunning reaction- applause. Tim came over, put his hand on my shoulder, and asked if I was alright. I said, "I'm fine. I've just never danced like that, or had that feeling before." He took his hand off my shoulder, but as far as I was concerned, it could have stayed there for a while. I asked him and the others, "I don't suppose anyone got it on video?" One of the guys came up with his cell phone and pressed play. I couldn't believe it myself. It was a video of someone dancing from their soul. And, the song meant more than ever to me now, given my life at the moment. I didn't burst out crying again, but my eyes did tear up. This time, Tim took my hand, and I let him hold it. I told everyone, "Well, it's a hell of a way to make a first impression." This got a round of laughter, and then someone put Bob Segar's "We've got Tonight" on. Tim turned to me and asked, "May I please have this dance?" I said, "I would love to." And, suddenly I was in a place I never thought I would be- in the arms of a boy. I put my head on his shoulder, and at least for now, it seemed right. We danced to a few other songs, and I saw couples going off to dark corners of the yards. I also knew that one of the local kids was at home alone while his parents were gone for the night. I had the feeling it might come, but I wasn't ready for the moment when Tim asked me if I wanted to go somewhere private. I told him okay, finally, and we wound up behind my house's garage. We had walked over there hand in hand, and when we got there, he said, "I have to tell you, since we are being honest. I'm a virgin, and I know I'm not ready for sex, but I do want to kiss you." I wanted to laugh. This was perfect. I didn't have to come up with a reason not to go very far, but again the hormones took over. I wanted to kiss him. Of course I had kissed lots of girls, but this was different. I answered his hesitation by making the first move. I kissed him, and then said, "This is enough for me, too. I'm not ready for anything major." We kissed again, and this time, I felt a spark of what felt like electricity. There was just enough light to see each other back here, and after a while, I laid with his arm around me, with my head on his shoulder. Then, there was a noise from in front of the garage. I thought I heard a muffled noise, but it might have been someone laughing. Then, I did hear a scream from just around the corner. I jumped up, and realized that the scream I had heard a few minutes ago was real. Tim jumped up beside me, and then I saw one of the other kids staggering around the side of the garage. He was cut badly, and fell over and didn't move. Then, what had only been real to me in movies and books appeared. Ghost Face came around the corner, and stopped dead when he saw me. He had the big butcher knife in one hand, which he always seemed to carry, no matter who was behind the mask. I backed up fast, but tripped. Tim yelled at him, and jumped out of the way as he swung the knife. I felt the edge of a piece of 2x4 that was lying around with some wood leftover from some construction, and brought it up into his abdomen. I thought immediately, "I should have known that whoever they are, they would have learned from previous cases to wear a vest." I came back with the wood, and swung too hard. When I missed, I got grazed by the knife. It made me yell, but it wasn't as if I hadn't felt worse before. I was suddenly rescued by Tim, who tackled him from behind. They were grappling on the ground when I went to kick him in the head. I missed, as he got a hand free and pulled my other leg out from under me. I was stunned when I hit the ground on my back. I was helpless as I saw him stab down at Tim. He turned towards me, but we heard voices coming from around the garage. He ran to the back of the yard, where there was a fence, but with a running jump, he was able to get over it. Just then, a Omega and a couple of agents appeared. I yelled, "He went over the fence! Get that son of a bitch! And by the way, I'm almost sure he has a vest." Omega sent the other agents after him, and ordered other troops into search the area. He then checked my wound. I said, "It's just a minor gash, damn it. check and make sure Tim is okay." He said, "You get first priority. We need you to stay alive." I shoved him away and went to check on Tim. He was just coming around. It turned out that he had turned his head and had just been hit a glancing blow." I pulled Omega over to Tim, and took off. I couldn't imagine that we were the first victims. I was right, and it was worse than I could imagine. People were coming in, and checking bodies. Once in a while they would find someone alive, but for the most part, Ghost Face had picked them off in pairs. I went into the house where some of the couples had gone, and it looked worse than my original house had looked after Dick and Jane went through it. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I jerked around. It was Mom, and she was pissed. She said, "It's your job to stay alive. What the hell do you think you're doing?" I said, "I had to see for myself. How many are dead?" She said, "We don't know for sure, but at least 12. I don't suppose you saw who it was?" I said, "No, it was Ghost Face. He never showed any of himself. And I use the masculine out of convenience. I can't even tell you if it was a man or woman, or even an adult or teenager. I can say that their strength is very strong, both from working out, and that he's a psychopath. And he wears a vest. Most of the killers should have learned that." She took this in, and then before we left the house, she handed me my .22. I put on another t-shirt she had brought over my bikini, and put the gun under it in my shorts. We went outside, and I saw Omega standing and talking to paramedics who were bandaging Tim. Mom forced me to let them do the same to me. They had to have noticed the gun, but realized they would be better not saying anything. I then realized that I had been so freaked that I hadn't looked for Tammy, and I was afraid that I hadn't seen her by now. I went up to Omega and asked him. He looked sad all of a sudden, and said, "I guess you'll find out soon enough." He looked at another agent, and told him to show me, whatever that meant. We went over to another lawn, and to the garage behind the house. The agent said, "As near as we can figure, they were the first. He wanted to have a little time, as you will see." We went behind the shed, and what I saw made me scream, even after everything else. Apparently, Tammy had gone back there with a boy, and he had been shot once in the head just outside the back door of the garage .She was inside, hanging by her wrists from the ceiling. She had been gagged, and then he had used the knife on her, not to torture her as much as me. A nailgun had been used to leave a message on her forehead for me. I knew it had to be me, and that I was in serious trouble. The agent with me said, "Do you understand the significance of the message?" Since they weren't usually given specifics, I knew he didn't get it. I said, "Oh yeah, it's for me. She died just to send a message, and Omega knows what it is too." I stepped out of the garage and screamed into the night. I said, "You can hear me, you son of a bitch. I know it. I will kill you, and as many partners as you have. You think you can scare me with this? I'm beyond scared. I only care now about your death." I noticed Tim looking at me now. He had walked up to the garage, and was all freaked out by me. I told him, "You may as well know the truth. You could very well end up like her." I got a look from my Mom, and Omega, but I said, "If he's one of the killers, he already knows, but the boyfriend thing was already done by Billy Loomis. These guys are looking for original." By then, Tim had gotten a look in the garage, and when he was done puking, he said, "Just what the hell does the sign mean, and how do you know it's for you?" I told him everything. I expected him to puke again when he found out I was a boy, but he just kept listening. When I finished, he said, "We can deal with things when this is over. But, if you're old name was Bob, why did the sign freak you out so much when it said 'Hello, Bobby'? It's just your name, right?" I said, "This just proves that things are way worse than we imagined. When I used to go on the web before Dick and Jane attacked me, everyone used to talk about who their favorite fictional killers were. One of my very favorites was named Nicole Wallace, from Law and Order CI. She was the foil for years of Bobby Goren, the main star of the show. Every time she would first encounter him on a case, she would say, 'Hello, Bobby'." Tim said, "So why does that make it so bad? Doesn't the whole program know?" I said, "This is where we have a serious problem. I never told them, and they didn't trace things that far in my computer. Only people that were in the chatrooms knew. Whoever our killers are, one or both of them is in the network, and they know where I am. This is a message." Just then, Omega got a call on his cell phone. He handed it to me, saying, "It's your Dad." I took it and said, "Daddy, it's terrible! Tammy is dead, along with a bunch of other kids. Come help me, please"! He said, "Listen to me, honey. Its much worse than you think. I can tell you right now that I know that you thought that Gayle Weathers- Riley was the killer on the movie set. The problem with that is that while the killer was up there killing, another Ghost Face was here. He killed three of the production crew, a security guard, and finally the person he was going for, Gayle herself. You were right about one thing though, there has to be two." I gave the phone back to Omega, and did the only thing left that my mind could handle. I fainted dead away.