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JUSTIN NEEDED TO BE ALONE, FOR ONCE. Without his girlfriend, friends, and secret service guys breathing down his neck...the latter wasn't going to back off so he'd just settle on going to Blockbuster with the agent guys a good distance away from him.

He walked all around the store, not looking for anything specific, just needing to clear his head. Luckily this area in town was reporter free so he didn't have a bunch of pain-in-the-ass reporters breathing down his neck.

He walked down the comedy section, grabbing Happy Gilmore off the shelf when he heard the store TV.

"...I'm sitting here with River Phoenix who's been getting a lot of praise for his role in the new film, Stab. Please, River, what can you tell me about your character?"

Justin looked up to see the famous young actor on screen, making him sigh as the screen flashed 'River Phoenix as Justin Prescott'. "Well, I play Justin Prescott, Sidney's protective brother, who's severely traumatized after seeing his mother die and it's a year later that, him and his sister are confronted with death repeatedly."

"I see, and was this role tough at all?"

"Absolutely, especially realizing Justin is a real person, I have massive respect for the guy. He's a fighter and that's what drew me to him."

Justin let out a sigh, walking to grab candy off the shelf and walking to the counter, putting the movie down when the young clerk looked at him. "Holy shit, you're-"

"Just ring me up," Justin snapped.

After getting his stuff and leaving the store, his cell phone rang, seeing it was Noelle's phone number, and hung up. As he walked to his car, about to get in, he saw it was ringing again making him sigh and answer without looking again. "Noelle, please-"

"Hello, Justin," The same eerie voice from a year ago said, making Justin stop in his tracks. "Remember me?"

He looked around the area. "What the fuck do you want?"

"Just wanted a bit of conversation from the soon-to-be-dead Prescott." He saw the secret services car was gone and no one was on the street. "They're not here, they're not gonna be able to save you."

Upon that, he realized he was being watched and looked in his backseat through the window, clutching his car keys. "Oh, you're stalking me now? So where are you then? Are you too fucking scared to show your face?"

"Oh, I am coming for you, Justin. And coming for your sister, your girlfriend, and your little friends too."

He clenched his jaw. "Prove it then. You want me? Come and get me!"

He hung up, hearing a door slam open in the alley close by. "My pleasure!" he heard the same voice yell out.

The Ghostface figure came running up at him, Justin barely dodging his knife swing and elbowing the back of his leg, making him fall before shoving him roughly into his car.

"I'm not afraid of you," he mumbled, moving away as Ghostface got up, the cloaked figure running around the car after Justin.

Justin ran to the alley, picked up a broken metal pole from the garbage, and hit the killer roughly in the face, knocking him down, giving the Prescott enough time to kick the killer's fallen knife away from him and run back to his car, getting in as knifeless Ghostface got up again, rushing after him.

Justin got in his car, locking the doors immediately as Ghostface tugged at the door handle in attempt to get it open.

The Prescott boy had got his key in the ignition, starting it up before teasingly knocking on his car window, earning the killer's attention, to which Justin flipped him off before switching into gear and driving off.

Justin let out a breath of relief he didn't know he was holding in, checking the back seat, in case there was a second killer on him. He drove for a mile when he saw the Secret Service guys' car parked to the side of the street, he honked his horn as he saw them exit a building, rolling down his window. "Hey!" He earned their attention. "Where the hell were you guys?"

"We got reports of someone in a mask, looking suspicious over here."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Why? What happened?"

Justin rolled his eyes, driving off back to his apartment. Jesus, cops, and even secret service agents were fucking useless.

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The next day, he sat with Noelle, Randy, Dewey, and Gale, Justin telling them all about his run-in with the new killer.

"Gotta admit, driving off after giving him the bird, it's badass," Randy said once Justin was done speaking.

"You could've died," Noelle said.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious, he knows that."

Dewey sighed. "It's not a good idea to be going anywhere by yourself."

"I know that," Justin answered. "I just needed a minute without everyone breathing down my neck." He saw Gale smoking a cigarette. "Gimme one."

Gale passed him a cigarette before lighting it for him as she spoke, "All right. Let's just assume the killer is repeating Woodsboro-" she began before her cell phone, making her sigh and answer. "I'll have to call you back."

"That doesn't explain Justin and Sidney's attack," Dewey said. "They weren't killed in Woodsboro."

"Wasn't for a lack of trying," Randy answered. "The killer's trying to finish what was started.

"You and Sid are under protection, right?" Gale asked Justin.

He sighed. "Yeah, although my protectors were away from me when I got attacked."

"That's reassuring," Noelle mumbled as Gale's phone rang again to which she answered.

"When'd she start smoking?" Dewey asked as Gale hung up her phone.

"Ever since those nude pictures on the internet," Randy answered.

"It was just my head. It was Jennifer Aniston's body," Gale replied. "Anyway, you're forgetting something. In Woodsboro, there were more victims before the homestretch-Tatum, my cameraman, Himbry-"

Gale's cameraman, Joel, stood up. "Time out! I don't need to be hearing about no dead cameramen, all right? Now, I'm warning you guys. I am a verb away from vacatin' these premises. I'm gonna get me some coffee, donuts, Prozac, see if I can find some crack, Special K- 'X,' not Malcolm, and I'll be back when you guys start talking about something a little more Saved By The Bell-ish, all right?" he said, walking off.

Justin chuckled. "I like your cameraman, he's funny."

"Don't worry about him," Gale replied. "If the killer is following a pattern, maybe we can figure out who's next."

"I wouldn't follow a killer's pattern. We were all involved in Woodsboro. Could be any one of us," Dewey told her.

"So what do you wanna do, bonehead? Sit here and wait and see who drops next?"

"Well, I don't know," Dewey replied, Gale's cell phone ringing again. "Phonehead."

Randy sighed, clearly annoyed, grabbing Gale's phone. "Gale's not here!"

Randy's expression slowly turned from annoyance to slight panic, which Noelle noticed. "Randy? What's wrong?"

He covered the mouthpiece with his hand. "It's him. The killer. He can see us."

They all stood up, looking around.

"Just keep him on the phone," Dewey told Randy.

"What do you want me to say?" Randy asked softly.

"I-I don't know. Just keep him talking. Noelle, Justin, take that side, look for anyone with a cell phone."

Noelle immediately shook her head. "I'm not leaving Randy alone."

"We're in broad daylight, he'll be fine," Dewey said, rushing off with Gale.

"I'm not leaving," Noelle said.

Randy looked at her. "Just go, I'll keep him talking. The sooner you find him, the better. Go."

Noelle sighed as Justin looked at him. "Be careful," he told Randy before moving in the opposite side of Gale and Dewey.

Noelle ran towards someone who was on the phone, sitting on a wall, yanking her phone from them. "Hey!" The girl shouted.

"Hello? Hello?" The other line said, a woman's voice on the end.

"Shit, my bad," Noelle said, passing her phone back to the woman.

Justin saw a guy walking out of a building, running over, and grabbing his phone roughly. "Shit, sorry," he said, hearing the person on the other end clearly wasn't the killer.

"Fuck, this is pointless," Noelle said as there wasn't anyone else on cell phones.

Justin looked around, not noticing their old friend. "Where's Randy?"

Noelle looked around as well. "Fuck..." She saw Gale and Dewey looking around, just as confused, the couple running over to them. "Have you seen Randy?"

"No, haven't seen him," Dewey answered.

Justin's body filled with panic. "Forget the guy on the phone, let's find Randy."

They all ran through the area, calling out for the Meeks boy, Justin filled with fear and a bad feeling...his eyes moving to Joel who looked confused as to what was going on before his eyes moved to Joel's news van.

The van's window had been cracked and there was a crimson liquid seeping out from underneath the door.

Justin's eyes widened in panic. "No..." he mumbled, thinking the worse.

They all approached the van, Dewey pulling the door back to be met with a terrible sight, making Gale and Noelle let out a horrifying scream.

There was Randy. Bloodied, and lifeless, Gale's phone in his hand while the mask was left on the front seat with the door wide open.

Noelle covered her mouth with her hand in horror, muffling her sobs as she nearly collapsed to the ground.

With his eyes glossed with tears, Justin grabbed her, pulling her in his arms and away from the sight of their deceased friend, trying to keep himself composed for Noelle's sake but he was on the verge of breaking down.

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