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Hiding in Plain Sight Part 3 This will be the final chapter of what I guess I can call the "Scream" Trilogy. In case anyone is wondering, as I have said before, my use of this storyline, and Ghost Face isn't to insult or mock Wes Craven or Kevin Williamson. If anything it may be revenge for making the movie that scared me as bad or worse than any other movie I've ever seen, Nightmare on Elm Street (of course it isn't). Should either of you somehow read this story, I hope you won't find it too bad. I know the identity of one of the killers may upset you, but I think you would have gotten there eventually, yourselves. I am going to continue the story of Judy after this is over. I know that her life has for the most part not resembled anything normal, but even spread out among the mysteries, there will be time for that. And, as I have said in a comment on the last story, I am going to give her an interest in singing. I think people will be surprised by my choice for her first song she sings- it came out in the last couple of years, and was done by someone close to Judy's age in the story, but has special meaning to me. By the way, I've dropped several hints as to the identity of the killers, and actually pretty much gave up the identity of one of them. Judy just hasn't figured it out yet. And, one last hint, in a tribute to my love of Suspense thrillers, the other killer is a tribute to my all time favorite movie villain. In fact, that person was voted the greatest villain of all time by the American Film Institute. I agree wholeheartedly with that vote. If you can find that somewhere, or remember who it is, it should be obvious who killer #2 is. The next thing I knew after fainting dead away was waking up in my own bed. Someone, probably Mom, had put a nightgown on me, after cleaning off my own blood and changing the bandage where I'd been slashed on the side. I sat up, and felt sore right away. It had been one hell of a fight last night with Ghost Face, and I knew I was lucky to be alive. I looked over at my stand next to my bed, and my little .22 was sitting right there. No one was messing around anymore. I wondered a little why I was even still here. I would have thought that they would have moved me somewhere else. Then, all of last night came rushing back- the kiss with Tim, and the explosion of emotions when I danced. I remembered the rage at Ghost Face and telling my real identity to Tim. I knew now that on some level I had wanted him to reject me, but now, in the light of day, the thought somehow frightened me. I saw that they had left me my cell phone on the table next to the gun, so I picked it up and tried to call him. It went straight to voice mail. I didn't say anything- what could I have said anyway. I got up, pulled on some slippers, and went into the bathroom. The first thing I realized is that I really shouldn't have looked in the mirror. I hadn't taken a direct hit to my face, but I still looked awful. My hair was wrecked, and I showed signs of having slept badly. I didn't remember any nightmares, but I was sure that they had been there. I took a shower, since I could see that they had used a waterproof bandage on my wound. Even that didn't seem to do much for my hair. Then, I realized that I had been avoiding thinking of the worst of last night. I pulled on a pair of panties, a bra, and a black t- shirt and cloth shorts. In my own way, I was already mourning the ones who had been killed, especially Tammy. I put on some sandals, and went outside. Although the local CSI folks, along with government ones were still around, the bodies were gone. I hadn't looked at a clock, but could tell by the sun that I had slept until noon. My Mom saw me and came running over, and gave me a hug. She said, "I'm so sorry, honey. This is terrible. Are you okay?" I said, "First my family, and now this. I'm never going to be okay again. Are there any clues as to who these maniacs are?" She said, "No, but we have everyone on it. Dr. Davis is here both to talk to survivors, and to try to develop a profile. And, the one last survivor of all of the other attacks is here to help in any way she can." We were walking towards another house when I saw who she meant, although I had already guessed. I called, "Hey, Sydney! Over here!" She turned, and when she saw me, she came running over. I threw myself in her arms, and started crying all over again. She held me for a few minutes, and then said, "Listen to me. I know this is a horrible shock, but you will survive. To help on the case, they have granted me a security clearance, and told me about you. You've been doing a damn good job of surviving so far, and you'll keep doing it because you want revenge, just like I do. My two best friends in the world are dead, too. I don't know how these two killers are linked, but together, all of us will figure it out." Then it struck me. I said, "Shit! Isn't orientation supposed to be starting at school today?" Mom said, "Don't worry about it. It's been cancelled, because everyone here that died was going to be going there. Although it isn't that big a percentage of the students, everyone here had friends, too. The impact has been horrific. There will be a memorial service on Monday and then back to orientation Tuesday." I had to sit down, and did so on a lawn chair. I could see that there was still a lot of clean up that needed to be done. There was blood and body chalk everywhere. Mom said, "As soon as your Dad gets back from the crime scene downtown, we'll be joining the other families at a secure hotel in the Uptown area. It's up by where we were yesterday at the Mall. That made me jump up. I was so mad at myself. In all of the madness, I had forgotten about Wolf, and Nahla. I didn't even have to ask before Mom said, "I figured it would be better to let you bring it up. Nahla is in a pet hotel, waiting for us to get ready to go to the hotel. They take small pets. But Wolf, well I just hate to say." I said, "Damn it, don't start playing games with me. This trust thing is a two way street. If you hold out on me now, I'll be wondering what else you held out from me." She actually had tears in her eyes when she said, "You had established that Tammy was a friend, so when Ghost Face went after her, there was no way he could do so without Wolf attacking. He would have done the same for you. Now don't panic. He wasn't stabbed, but he was shot a few times. He lost some blood, but he's at the best emergency vet in town. He survived the night, and is getting stronger. We can visit him on the way to the hotel." I realized that I was crying when she was done. I had been right about him. I said, "I don't suppose there's a chance that he got a piece of the killer, is there?" She smiled a little and said, "No, but since we found fibers from a bullet proof vest in his mouth, I think we'll find his bite pattern on the vest when we find it." I knew this was a clue that could solve the case. I said, "Be careful. I think the killer will use this to frame someone for real, not as a distraction. I assume you will be checking the vests of everyone of the people in the area who should have one." She said, "It's already being done. So far, we aren't having any luck." I had a bad feeling at this point that I was missing something, but couldn't figure out what. I hoped like in the novels, that it didn't get more people killed." I went back into the house and packed some stuff to take with us. I would stop suddenly at times and break down and cry, so it took all afternoon. Then, Dad came home. He told us that they knew a few things about the killer from the movie set. He said, "He's also trained in self- defense, like our killer. He didn't bother to try to hide from the cameras. He did take a bullet from the security guard, and another from Gayle, so he's wearing a vest. One's missing from the set, so that doesn't help us." I thought that that cancelled one of my thoughts to a clue. Problem was, I gave up too easy on that train of thought. I grabbed up my bags, and took them out to our SUV. I looked across the street at the beautiful woods in the Bosque, and wondered if I would ever see it again. I looked over in front of Tammy's house, and saw a memorial. Kids from school had been allowed in by both CSI and FSA agents to make one big memorial. I knew I had to do something special for the memorial, and I knew what it was. There was a song from a movie I had been forced to go to when my real family took my little sister a few years ago when it came out. I still heard it occasionally on the radio, so it had to be somewhat popular. Tammy and I had joked about how it was the only thing I had liked about the movie. It was definitely a young chick flick, but that song was something else again. I went back inside, and took a shower, then put on a summer dress. Mom had said to dress up a little, since we were checking into a pretty fancy place. When I finished, I asked Mom if I had enough time to check something out on the web. She said, "Go ahead." I quickly pulled my laptop out of its case, and brought up the internet. It didn't take me long to find a music store up at Coronado Center that sold CDs with tracks with just the music. I used my cell phone to call and make sure they had the one I wanted. I was sure I could get someone to take me there and get it in time to practice. I used to sing the song to myself a lot, even though a girl did it, and by now, knew the words by memory. I just had to work on the timing with the track. As we went outside to go to the hotel, I saw something that would haunt me forever. I saw an eagle sitting on the limb of a bush across the street. Tammy had loved eagles, and we had watched them fly. I started crying again, thinking how we had become so close in such a short time. I heard the Eagle give a cry, and then it took off out over the Bosque, and then circled back, going higher and higher. Finally, it had gone so high that I couldn't see it anymore. I sobbed and said, "Goodbye, Tammy. I'll miss you more than you could know. And I will kill your killers personally, if I can do it, or I'll at least watch them die." I turned back to the truck, and Mom and Dad were there watching me. I don't know how much they had seen, but had enough sense to leave me alone when I went and got into the back seat of the truck without a word. We pulled out of the driveway, and Dad took the same route we took to get to the mall yesterday. My Mom had brought out Nahla in the same case we used to bring her in. She didn't sound happy to be leaving her new home so soon. They did tell me to pull out the list of places I wanted to see there in town. I thought that was a good idea. Part of me had managed to let go when I saw the eagle, and I had dealt with this kind of thing before, just not on this level. We got to our Hotel, and checked in. I watched as we were checked in with a different way than I had ever seen. Dad showed his ID to the doorman, who entered it into a computer, and then welcomed us. I said, "If we weren't supposed to be here, what would have happened?" The nice, polite doorman pulled back is jacket and showed me an Uzi. He said, "I'm not the only line of defense, either, but I'm just letting you see, so that you feel safe." We went to the desk, and with that out of the way, check in went quick. We were assigned a suite, with a main room and two bedrooms. I took the smaller of the rooms, and put my stuff away. I put my stereo and laptop on the table, and put on the song I wanted to do. Mom came in when she heard me playing it, and said, "I like that song, even if it's a teenager doing it." I told her that I wanted to sing it at the memorial, and she asked me to sing it. I told her, "I already called that music store at the mall. They have a track for it." She said, "You can't go by yourself right now, but we'll go tonight, and grab a burger at Fuddruckers." I told her that was cool. I took off the dress, and put on a t-shirt and shorts. That was one thing that carried over from life as a boy- they were comfortable either way. Then, my cell phone rang. I looked at the caller ID, and it was Tim. I answered right away, and said, "Tim, are you okay? I mean, they told me you were, but you wouldn't answer your phone." He was silent for a moment, then said, "What do you want me to say? I don't know whether to call you Judy or Bobby." I said, "First off, please don't call me Bobby. I hate that, and seeing it the way it was on Tammy, it's even worse. I never meant to hurt you. I didn't even want this at all, but when I woke up from that damn coma, it was already done to me. I decided to try to make the best of it. Tammy was the only other one who knew. Now, I suppose you've told everyone." He said, "I'm tempted to hang up right now, and never talk to you again. I cared about you. Damn it, I kissed you! You lied to me about who you are. Why should I even care at this point?" I was sobbing at that point. I said, "This has been out of control for a while, but it really hit the fan with the dancing last night. I was always convinced that I was a boy who was trapped in this situation. But, maybe there is something else. I know that it isn't just the hormones that made me want to kiss you." He said, "I need time to think. I will tell you this. Somehow, I'm a lot angrier about your lying than I am about you being a boy. I don't know, maybe you aren't a boy. I am willing to talk to you about it, after the memorial, if they'll let us. I said, "I'll be singing a song there, one of Tammy's favorites, and mine too. It'll be dedicated to her, but it will be for you, too." We said goodbye, and hung up. I read the new Clive Cussler novel for a couple of hours, and then Dad knocked on the door and said it was time to go. We decided to walk, since it was almost across the street. I did notice that both Mom and Dad were armed. We didn't think that there would be a public attack, but then, we couldn't count on anything sane from either the Ghost Face killers, or the network. We went into the mall, and I bought the track for the song. Dad said, "That's the perfect song to sing. Where ever she is, Tammy will love hearing it." After that, we went to Fuddruckers. I loved their burgers, but especially something called red chile mayonnaise. For a few minutes, it seemed, I could forget what had happened. As we were walking home, they told me that they had a special place planned for me for tomorrow. But, I had to get up early for an appointment with Dr. Davis. She was going to come by the hotel to see me right after breakfast, and then we were going to see the whole town. I was intrigued for sure, because there was no way to do that in one day. I thought about that, and then went to my room when we got back. One of my favorite movies of all time, Alfred Hitchcock's "Charade" was on. By the time it finished, I was asleep. The next thing I knew, Mom was shaking me awake. I put on a pair of jeans and a pull over blouse, and we went down to the Hotel's continental buffet. Dad had told me that this place operated as a money making hotel when the agency didn't need it. Right now, it was full of WitSec people, since no one knew how far things had been compromised. While we were eating, Dr. Davis came in and sat with us and had a cup of coffee. Dad asked her if the profiling end of the unit had come up with anything. She said, "Whoever the killers are, they really love the violence. And of course, they're escalating. I think one will want to get caught and be the fall guy, while the other goes for the glory. There will be a setup partner." Frankly, my opinion of her was going down. She had only reached the conclusions I had already guessed. And, if we were both right, then it was a cheap retread of the first four cases. We all went upstairs, and she and I went into my room. I decided to stretch out on my bed, while she took a chair. She asked me to tell her everything that had happened. I did, but only because she could verify what I told her. I could see now why some of the other kids didn't trust her. When my original parents had sent me to a shrink to try and help me, they had been emotionless. But, she was getting into the moment. She said, "Well, it was a terrible experience, but you do have some support here, from your Mom and Dad, and me. Give it time to see how it plays out with Tim." Frankly, I was glad when she left my room. I heard her talking to my parents, and then she was gone. They came in after she left, and asked me, "What did you say to her? She told us that she thinks you're about to have a breakdown, and need to be medicated at best, maybe sent away for a while at worst!" I told them that something strange was going on. After going through all of my reasons, Dad said, "I think she bears some watching. But, we're not going to let that affect our day. We told you to wear jeans for a reason. Grab a light jacket, and we'll go see your surprise." I set out food and water for Nahla, and we left. We got on the freeway, and drove down I-40 towards where we had first come into town. We got off at the last exit. When I saw that it said that it was the exit for the Tramway, I knew what they had meant by "Seeing the whole town." I grabbed them both from behind in a hug, and watched as we went north on Tramway Blvd. for miles. I wondered, just how high would we get before we even got there. Then, I finally saw it. We pulled in past a restaurant at the bottom, and into the parking lot. Even from there, the view of the valley was incredible. We went up into the building, and bought our tickets for the Tram. Because a lot of schools had already started, the line wasn't long. I looked out the window and saw that the climb didn't look that long. Our turn came, and we got into the tram car. Because there wasn't much of a line, it had room to move around and look. Then, it started up. Just how much it simply hung over the side of the mountain suddenly became a reality. We were climbing steeply, and I was looking for animals that they told us we might see. We got to the top of the first hill, and I realized that it was just the first tower. There was a huge valley stretching before us, as the tram climbed slowly in elevation. There were a few towers, larger as they went. The guide for the car pointed out that there was even an airplane wreck we went near that you could still see some of the wreckage that they never had been able to get out of there. I saw some deer, and looked for a bear or wildcat but didn't see either of them. Then, we reached the top. At the top, there was another small building, but when you left it, there was a huge deck. There were those binocular type things that you could put a coin in, but I was more interested in the tubes that they had all over the place. Each one of them was pointed at some kind of landmark, such as Santa Fe, or even Wheeler Peak, the tallest mountain in New Mexico, which was visible on a clear day like today. On a sign on the building it said that the elevation was over 10,000 ft. I ran around looking at everything. I had never been on top of a mountain, and it was more than I could have imagined. It was all too soon when Mom said, "It's time to go. Dad and I have to go to a meeting this evening. You can order a pizza in or something." I said, I wish that Tim could come over." She smiled at that, thinking it was funny, and I stuck my tongue out at her. When we got back to the hotel, they showered and dressed, and recommended I try a type of pizza that I had never seen, but they had seen the chain before, called "Pizza 9." I then picked up my book, and got absorbed until the pizza came. I had ordered a nine inch pizza, but had no idea how big that was. I was glad that they had a fridge in the room for the half of the pizza I couldn't finish. It was the best pizza I had ever had. I laid down on my bed to read, when I realized that I hadn't looked at the news today. I turned it on, and was shocked to see that there had been another attack at the set of the movie. Two more people were dead, and Sydney had fought off Ghost Face. She appeared on the news with her arm bandaged, saying that it was a miracle. I was glad for her. I called the vet who was taking care of Wolf. He said, "He's going to be okay eventually. And, we did another, more thorough exam of his mouth and throat. We found more fibers from what are probably the killer's cloak, and some flesh. We have enough to run DNA, and gave it to the lab. I thought at that point that I was on the verge of getting it all, but there was still a point I was missing somewhere. I figured I would get it shortly. I was too restless to read anymore, so I practiced the song I was singing for the memorial. I thought how it represented my life, and would do the same for the other survivors. I was determined again to kill or at least catch the killers. I took out my pistol and took it apart and cleaned it, and put it back together. I carefully reloaded it, and stuck it in the waistband of my shorts, and pulled out the t- shirt over it. I picked up the remote to the TV, and started channel surfing. I couldn't find anything to watch, when I came across the channel that showed the hotel's security cameras. I stopped there, and found the combination of ways to switch views with the remote that Dad had shown me. I noticed that some cameras were slightly off kilter, or in a couple of cases, offline. I thought it was crappy security, frankly. Then, I got a call. A marshal called up from the front desk on the room phone. She said, "There's a Tim Hall here to see you. You can look through camera one on your remote, to see him." I looked, and saw that it was Tim. I thought to myself, "He's the last person I thought I would see. I was sure he wouldn't even talk to me until the memorial." I told the marshal to send him up. I continued to look at other angles of the cameras while I waited. Something was getting really strange. I couldn't see any people, especially other agents. I couldn't even see the woman who had let Tim in, although I had only seen her from the back, anyway. Then, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door to see Tim there, but unfortunately, one of the Ghost Faces was standing beside him out of sight of the peep hole in the door. They were holding an Uzi, and a phone with one of those voice changing devices. They had been made virtually illegal since the earlier cases, but I still wasn't surprised. I knew that you could get them easily if you were with the government. Ghost Face raised it to its lips, and said, "Hello, Bobby." I knew the voice that came out of the synthesizer. It belonged to Olivia D'abo, who had so effectively played Nicole Wallace for years on Law and Order SVU. I said, "Oh, give me a break. As if you are even half the criminal that she was, even as a fictional character. I'm no Bobby Eames, and even I knew who you are. Take off that stupid mask, you bitch. Since you're not favoring a bad arm, you have to be Dr. Davis." She ripped off the Ghost mask, and laughed. She said, "So smart little Judy figured out who I was. I should be insulted, but I guess I gave myself away when I reacted a little back when you were giving your profile. You were dead on for the most part. I'm doing this for two reasons. I could be making millions in the private sector, but instead I work for the damn government. They paid for my education, and I still owe them four years of work. I decided that instead, I'm going to retire now. I wanted a way to kill a lot of WitSec people all at once. I contacted all of the people who had contracts out on you people, anonymously. They are going to pay as soon as you're dead. In fact, last night's killing spree was worth 3.6 million. Even with splitting it with my partner, when we get done with this hotel tonight, we can both disappear forever. Heck, we may go together. We're both sick of men, anyway." I looked at Tim, and saw that he looked pretty pale. I don't imagine I was looking too well myself. He said, "I'm sorry, Judy. They used that voice synthesizer to do your voice, and tricked me into coming." I said, "We're going to get out of this, Tim. I promised Tammy that they would die, and it's coming." Dr. Davis laughed, and said, "You must be joking. My friend is about to join us right now. I found her online, and then all of the pieces of this plan fell into place. It was the perfect plan, and this time, the villains win. There's no one left to save you." She forced both of us to sit down against the wall. I leaned up into Tim for comfort, and he put his arm around my shoulders. She turned as another Ghost Face entered the room. Dr Davis said, "Would you like to guess who my partner is?" I said, in a pretty good imitation of what the movies had shown as the original Ghost Face's voice, "Hello, Sydney." The other villain tore off her mask and revealed Sydney's face. There was no doubt in my mind that she was insane. Her eyes burned with the fire of madness, and she had a bone chilling smile on her face. She said, "You little bitch, you think you're so smart? Well, do you realize that it's people like you that drove me to this? I thought I had finally gotten it all back together, even after three sets of killings and having to kill my boyfriend and then the brother I never knew I had. That book about surviving was something that I thought had really helped me, and then there were that whole new set of murders, and I had to kill another family member, my cousin. I went back into seclusion, and all I wanted to do was live off my earnings from the book. But, I was really feeling weird about the people I had killed. Killing Billy and my brother tore me up some, but by the time I had to kill Jill, I didn't care. I went online looking for some kind of, I don't know, support or help. That's when I found Christine." I hadn't even known the good doctors first name until then. I said, "Let me guess the rest. She found you on one of the Network's website chat rooms. You heard that they were making another Stab movie here in Albuquerque, and the good doc came up with the idea. Once you found out that Dewey and Gail were consulting, you called one of them, and got brought in as another consultant. You each would commit crimes, in your own area. Sydney, you were just taking out your madness on Gail for causing all of this with her books, and as for Dewey, what? Did he just become another body?" Sydney said, "He saw there was something wrong with me almost right away. People always thought he was dumb. He wasn't. I had to kill him before he asked too many questions. As for Gail, when I saw that the frame as a distraction wasn't going to work, I decided to do her in." I said, "Was it just for fun that you switched places for those killings? Sydney, you got to run wild in the compound, because you never completely left after you came to the party. I kind of already suspected you, but knew for sure when I saw you had a wound on your arm, and found out that Wolf had bitten the killer. You were also wearing a bullet proof vest from the movie set, as the material showed. So what happens now?" Sydney laughed and said, "Now, there are two more killings, and we disappear." She put her arm around the doc, and they kissed. I looked at Tim, and said, "This is it. Now"! I rolled away from him as he brought up my gun. While they were ranting and making googley eyes at each other, I had managed to get my right hand behind my back between Tim and I. I nudged him with it, and he managed to get it. One of the things he had told me during our talks was that he was a crack shot with a number of guns. He brought the gun up and around, and fired three shots in quick succession. Two hit Sydney in the chest, but one hit her in the neck, and blood started spurting out as she fell. I rolled in her direction. I heard the Doc scream and then a three round burst from the Uzi. I turned and saw that Tim, who had been halfway to his feet was slammed back against the wall. I screamed, and brought up the Uzi I had grabbed from where Sydney had dropped where she fell. I had never even seen one fired, so I started low with the aim. I managed to hit the bitch in the right leg twice, but I almost lost the gun in the recoil. And to top it off, she didn't go down. I got a bigger grip on the gun and fired into her midsection, even though I knew she had to have a vest on. I hoped it would knock her back until I could keep the gun under control. I finally got some luck, as she tripped over one of my chairs. Her gun went flying as she crashed to the floor. I walked over to her and aimed the gun at her head. She said, "You can't do this. You'll forever be changed. Just call 911." I said, "I know you have to be part of the network, bitch. Tell me about it, and I'll let you live." She actually laughed and said, "It doesn't matter. I'm a shrink, remember? I know you're lying. But, here's a freebee. You have no idea what you got yourself into the day you discovered the network. Dick and Jane are closer than you could imagine, and they are looking forward to showing you who they really are." She coughed up blood, and I realized that one of my bullets must have hit a soft spot in the vest. I said, "This is for you, Tammy", and put a bullet between her eyes. Then, I felt a bullet slam into me from behind. I turned and saw that Sydney was halfway to her feet. I ducked as she fired again, and then found the selector on the weapon, and put it on full auto. I jumped up and she fired as I unloaded the rest of the clip into her. I hit her in the vest with some, but swept the gun around, and saw some hit her in the legs, and finally her head. I suddenly was out of adrenaline, and collapsed. I crawled over to where Tim was, and saw that he was bleeding from a couple of places, too. He opened his eyes and said, "I don't know if I'll ever see you again, or if we'll even survive our wounds, so I'll say it right now- I forgive you for lying, and if we're both around in a few days, let's talk after the memorial." I said, "Me too", and then laid my head across his chest. It was good to feel his breathing, as I felt him put his arm across me. As I passed out like that, I could hear people rushing into the room. I slept for a day and a half. The bullet had missed any organs, and rest from the blood loss was what I needed. I probably recovered quicker because this had happened before. I hoped I didn't make a habit of it. Mom and Dad were with me almost constantly. My biggest worry was making it to the memorial. Tim had come out of it in better shape than me. I hadn't been able to see that only one bullet hit him fairly solidly, and it hit him in the shoulder. His problem had been shock and pain. He came by to see me a couple of times, but I was still too woozy to deal with things. I went home on Sunday, and went back to bed. I woke up on Monday morning, finally feeling like I had some energy. I went into the kitchen, where Mom and Dad were making breakfast. Mom said, "I hope you're hungry. We're making a lot of food. Don't worry about the memorial. That's been postponed until Wednesday." I realized that I was famished, as I sat down and they served up my favorite- a sausage, onions and cheese omelet, with hash browns and toast. I almost took them up on it when they offered me a second one, but I decided to skip it. I said, "I needed another day to work on the song, and get all of my wind back. Is there any more news?" Dad said, "The public will never know the whole truth, but you are considered a hero. We can't do anything that your face is already out there anyway. But, if you look in the dining room, you'll find cards from everyone from the mayor to the governor. They will both be at the memorial, so you will get to meet them." I couldn't help but think that while it was pretty cool to get attention for doing something good for a change, I really only wanted one person's attention, and all he said was "That we would talk." I couldn't blame him. He didn't know who I was. Heck, I didn't even know who I was anymore. I was Bob, dammit! But, there was a part that not only was starting to believe in Judy, but that maybe she had been there all along. What was I, crazy? As I got stronger that day, I practiced singing. I also read about transgendered people. I don't think I had ever felt like I was a girl before, but there was a lot of acting out that I had done in my life. I had a feeling that there was something that I was blocking in my memory that might hold the key. I knew that I could discount most of what Dr. Davis had told me. She was a murderous psychopath that had told me whatever suited her. The next day, Tuesday, I was able to get out some. We went to one of the local psychiatrists that were cleared to see WitSec people. This one, Dr. Aquino, specialized in teenagers, and had seen a number of transgendered people. We spent a couple of hours getting to know each other, and this time it wasn't so bad. I didn't have my immediate bad feelings about her like I had Dr. Davis. When I told her about my buried feelings about being Judy, she said, "I think we're going to have some time to talk about that. I want you to just live life for a while, and we can see what memories it brings up. We can talk about them, and then put it together. I don't want to use hypnosis, unless necessary. Too many people think it's the first thing to try. If we need to, and you're willing, we can do it." I left her office, feeling much better. We stopped and got a pizza at Pizza 9, and went home. Although I tried to just hang with Mom and Dad that night, I was restless. I kept thinking I wanted to run over and talk to Tammy, and we could wonder what all of the fuss was about. Finally, I had to be alone. I took Nahla, and went to my room. I laid on my bed holding her, and cried for Tammy, my family, and everyone that I had lost. I woke up to the sun shining in my window. Someone had come in and covered me during the night without waking me up or making me change. I looked at the clock, and decided to run. I changed into shorts and a jogging bra and t-shirt, and went through the front door. I waved at a couple of agents that were in a car out front. I didn't want to freak anyone out, so I just ran back and forth on our street, finishing with a sprint home. When I finished, I looked over at the fence in front of my house, and saw a Road runner. I saw them every so often, and due to my strange ability to bond with animals, I could get pretty close. This time, I got almost up to it. It was watching me the whole time, then when I slowly was reaching my hand out, it jumped down and took off running. It made me laugh for the first time in what seemed like weeks, but was only days. I went inside, and my parents were making some breakfast. I knew I couldn't eat, so I went in and took a shower. I put on a robe, because I didn't want to get dressed until it was time. Because it was a beautiful day, the memorial had been moved outside from the auditorium to the stadium. I didn't care, I was just scared to death. Facing down a pair of psychopaths seemed almost easier now by comparison. I knew I would have to say something, then sing. Finally, it was time to get dressed. I didn't even consciously want to try to be sexy. I wore a plain black bra and panties, black tights, and black dress. I got into the car with Mom and Dad, and we drove to the stadium. This was the first good look I had even gotten of my new school. I saw a few other girls that I had met at the party, and went to talk with them. For a minute, talking about school and that they wanted me to try out for cheerleading, made me almost forget why we were there. Then, it was time to go in. My parents and I went to seats we were shown to near the platform. I saw the Mayor, Richard Baca, and Governor Susana Martinez. They both came over to meet me. I kept looking around, hoping to see Tim, but couldn't find him in the crowd. Then it was time to begin. There was a welcome from the Mayor, then prayers from a couple of local pastors. Governor Martinez, a former D.A. herself, spoke harshly of those kinds of people who could do this type of thing, but of the braveness of the survivors, especially the two teenagers who had faced them down. She looked at me and said, "I know this will forever change you, not just surviving, but having to kill. But, for now and forever, you will be a hero." Then, it was my turn to go up to the stage. I had seen in the program that Tim and I were both supposed to go together, but I didn't see him. The applause started as I climbed the stairs, and was thunderous as I reached the podium. When it died down, I said, "I don't know what to do now- I haven't taken speech class yet." That gave everyone a chance to laugh through the tears, which I think we all needed. Then I said, "Surviving isn't always the easiest thing, as we all know. I've been told about survivor's guilt. Yes, I've felt it too in the last few days. But, when I lost Tammy, even though I had only known her for a little while, she was the best friend I ever had. We all lost friends, family, to something that started over 15 years ago with a couple of maniacs who were obsessed with movies and killings. I don't want to remember them anymore, or any of the others. I'm going to look for the positive things as much as I can, and not just worry about where I'm going, but to enjoy the journey. That's the way I'll remember all that we have lost here today, and the way I'll go on. This song is one that I thought of when I was thinking of how to deal with the first massacre. I love it, and I hope you will too." I turned and looked at the sound guys, and nodded. They started the background track, and with the first words, most of the other kids recognized Miley Cyrus' "The Climb." By the end, almost everyone was singing and crying along with me. Then, I finally saw Tim. He was standing by the side of the stage, and met me as I came down, to even more applause than when I went up. He said, "I'm sorry I wasn't up there with you, but your parents told me that you would be doing that song, and you deserved the moment. I'm sorry I didn't at least talk to you instead of push you away. When this is done, let's go somewhere." I thought my heart would explode. I hesitated, then grabbed him in a hug. He hugged me back, and we walked arm in arm back to my parents who were smiling and applauding. Then, something made me look up. I knew it was impossible, but I thought I saw an eagle floating over the stadium. After the memorial was over, Tim finally introduced me to his parents. They seemed to like me, and I liked them. We all went to lunch, and then we went home. Tim's father dropped him off after he had changed, and I changed into a pair of shorts and t- shirt. This was practically becoming my uniform, but hey, if I was just hanging out, what the heck. I didn't want to look really made up for him, until I knew he wanted me too. As I waited for him to arrive, I thought about everything that had happened, and what the future might bring. What would he ultimately think of me? Was I a boy, or a girl, or somewhere in between? I also had to worry about whether the Network would attack, and when. I also knew that Dr. Davis' final warning was there to worry about. I didn't need someone to tell me that Dick and Jane were here locally. They had killed here in Albuquerque, and someone, probably from the network, had leaked the story and the links between the killings to the press. They even had the nicknames. Fortunately, they didn't have my identity. I knew I could sit there and worry all day. But, when the doorbell rang, I jumped up. It was all I could do not to run to the door. I opened the door, and Tim was standing there smiling with a rose. I took it, and then he pulled me into a hug. I knew that for right now, in this moment, despite all of the other things swirling around me that everything was all right. Okay, as I said, I eventually intend to continue this. I'm not sure where the sub-plot for Bob maybe always having someone female inside him, but sometimes, you go where the story takes you. Like Robert B. Parker, who was probably the greatest detective novelist of all time, I like to come up with the beginning, the end, and let the characters take me to there however they go. And sometimes, you just provide a beginning and then see where it goes. I didn't figure out who Dick and Jane were going to be until somewhere in part 2, and as for the network itself, it's a work in progress. I think I showed two of the theories behind these kind of killers. One, Sydney, was created by the events in her life. The other, Dr. Davis goes back to the warning that (and I paraphrase) "If you stare into the abyss long enough, it looks back at you." I'm of the belief that the potential for great evil exists in all of us, and I think that it is reflected in both of these characters. And one final note, as I said, the solution would be something never done in any of the other movies. None of them had a direct survivor of a previous one as a killer (I was sure that would happen in Scream 4), and in none of the movies was it two girls (or in this case, women). And finally, as for Judy, Tim, and the rest, they will return as soon as I can handle going back to some horror. I need a brighter story, and have a couple of ideas. Peace and hugs, Tanya