DM5 Page V

  Nik started driving home in her new car.  Unfortunately, there was a whole bunch of detours in the area and she wound up getting lost.  She was on a road that looked like it was in the middle of nowhere.  Occassionally a car went by, but other than that, she was on a deserted road.
   She sure glad Dan was dead.  She knew that Tabby was killed by more than just a falling SUV.  Now she had nothing to worry about but getting home.
   The sun was setting.  She was taking way too long trying to find her way around.
   She looked at the rear-view mirror.  There was one car behind her.  Its headlights were on and she couldn't see the person driving it.
   Her cell phone rang.  She reached into her bag with her right hand and took the phone out.
   "Hello?" she answered.
   "Hi, Nik.  Remember me?" the Scream voice said.
   This was NOT happening.  "Who is this?" Nik asked.
   "I think you know who I am," was the response on the other line.
   "I mean besides my killer," Nik replied.
   The killer laughed, "Ha!  That's for me to know and you to find out."
   Nik glanced again at the car behind her.  It started speeding up and passed her.  The driver was some old lady.  As the car sped away, she thought, OK, so he's not in the other car...
   "You know, this is actually pretty familiar," the killer began.  "Years ago another girl named Nichole was also killed in a car, and she also went to Douglas.  Nichole, Nik, see the similarity?"  (Those of you who read DM1 probably remember this in the opening scene)
   "And let me guess," Nik stated.  "I'm going to die, too, in the same way, right?"
   The killer answered, "Bingo."
   Nik asked, "Where are you?"
   After a second, the killer's reply came.  "RIGHT BEHIND YOU."
   Immediately, Nik turned to face the backseat, expecting some Scream killer to stab her.  Nobody there.  Then her eyes looked out the rear window and saw two REALLY bright headlights advancing on her and not slowing down.
   "Oh, shit!" Nik cried, turning back to the front.  She was coming up on a turn.
   SUDDENLY the car buckled as it was hit from behind and got pushed off the road.  Nik's car landed in a ditch, while the killer's car leaped over hers and landed about 10 feet ahead and stopped.
   "Ow!" she cried, feeling her head.  She looked up ahead at the killer's car.  It was motionless and she couldn't see anybody inside.
   She tried restarting the car.  No luck.
   ALL OF A SUDDEN the air bag went off, completely startling Nik.
   "NOW you go off, you stupid piece of crap!" she yelled at the bag.  She opened the glove compartment and took out a club- the kind you usually use on your steering wheel to prevent anyone from stealing your car.
   Armed with the club, she got out of her car and headed toward the killer's.  She was going to find out who this bastard was.
   As she got closer, she could see the killer, in the Scream costume, sitting knocked out (?) in the driver's seat.  She opened the door.  "OK, ghostface, let's see who you really are...."
   She reached for his mask, but THEN he woke up and tried to grab her.
   Nik screamed and clobbered him on the head with the club.  He was out cold again.
   "OK, forget it.  I'm outta here," Nik said to herself as she ran to her car.  She climbed in the seat.  The airbag was still inflated.  "There's no way I'm driving with this thing in my way," she said to herself.  She took out a hairpin and popped it.
   The pop from the airbag was a lot louder than she expected, and it startled her.  She looked back at the killer.  It didn't look like he was affected by the noise.
   "Don't fail on me now," she said as she tried starting the car.  It took a couple minutes, but she did it.  The engine was on and everything was OK.  "Yes!" Nik yelled.
   SUDDENLY the fisherman jumped at her from the backseat.  Was he hiding in the trunk the whole time?  The fisherman tried to get her throat with his hook, but Nik moved, and the hook dug deep into her shoulder.
   "AAAAARRRGH!" Nik screamed, trying to break free of the painful hook.
   Using his free hand and his hook, the fisherman flung Nik's head against the windshield, causing it to crack.  He did it again, and again, and again, until the windshield was completely shattered and Nik was dead.

   Scott was walking through a graveyard at night, the moon shining.  He couldn't find his way out of there.  SUDDENLY, a bunch of bodies dug their way out of their graves, and they walked zombie-like toward him.
   "Scott---" one familiar corpse said, "Why did you kill us?"
   The zombies surrounded him.  "No!" he yelled.
   Another dead body asked, "Why did you murder us?!  Why, Scott?!"
   Scott screamed, "It wasn't me!!  I'm just a clone, I'm not the real Scott!!"
   The zombies jumped on him.
   "NOOOOOO!!!"
   Scott woke up.  Sweat soaked his pillow.  It was just a dream.
   Scott turned to his side and tried to get back to sleep.  Then, he noticed someone else was in his bed.
   "What the---?"
   ALL OF A SUDDEN the other person sat up and it was the Scream killer!!  Using the voice box, the killer said, "You killed them, Scott!"
   "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!" he screamed.
   "Scott, wake up!" someone said.
   Scott opened his eyes.  "What?"
   It was just another dream.  He had fallen asleep at the police station.  Meagen had tried to wake him up.
   Meagen, Scott, and Constance were all called to the station by the sheriff, who said he had something urgent to tell them.  He was walking toward them now, holding some papers.
   "Sheriff," Meagen began.  "What's going on?"
   The sheriff sighed, "I'll be brief and to the point."  He glanced at Constance and told her, "Remember, this is strictly off the record."  He continued, "Nik Von Eye has been murdered."
   Meagen felt uneasy.  "Do you think it was Danielle Starr who did it?"
   The sheriff shook his head.  "I don't think so.  We found this taped to her body."  The sheriff took out a small piece of paper contained in a plastic bag, probably to keep fingerprints off it.  They all read what it said: "MEAGEN LEGG'S NEXT!  P.S. I AM NOT DANIELLE!"
   Meagen believed what it said.  She doubted zombie chicks could write legibly.
   The sheriff continued, "That's not all.  The coroner discovered that Nik had nearly identical genetic makeup as Nichole Von Eye and Nikki Von Eye, who were both also victims of other killing sprees a few years ago."
   Constance asked, "But what does that mean?
   The sheriff answered, "It means that either these three girls were either long lost triplets or," he hesitated, "Or Nikki and Nik were clones of Nichole."

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