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  "Clones?" Meagen said.  "I admit that those three did seem similar, with the same last names and everything, but I never thought they were clones of each other!"
   Constance turned to Scott.  "Well, now we know why you're here," Constance said.  "You're a clone, Scott, do you think the same people responsible for you created these Nichole Von Eye clones?"
   Scott thought for a moment.  "I think it's possible, but the lab that created me closed down over a year ago, and none of the scientists ever told me their intentions before I was released."
   "Why would anybody keep making these clones?" Meagen asked.
   "We don't know," the sheriff answered.  "The scientists involved have since dissapeared, so we can't just go questioning anybody.  But the important thing is to make sure you're safe, Meagen.  We can move you to a secure location..."
   Meagen interrupted, "No, I'm gonna stay in my own house."
   The sheriff retaliated, "But the killer probably knows where you live."
   Meagen said, "I'm counting on that."  She walked out of the police station.

   Tracy walked up to Meagen's front door.  She hoped she was OK after hearing about Nik dying last night.  She knocked on the door.
   After a couple seconds, she heard Meagen's voice say, "Who is it?" from inside the house.
   "It's me, Tracy."
   A few more seconds passed.  "OK, come in, the door's not locked."
   Tracy opened the door and closed it again as she walked in.  She jumped when she saw Meagen holding a shotgun and aiming it at her.
   "Aaah!  Meagen, what are you doing?!" she screamed.
   "Give me on good reason why I shouldn't blow you away," was Meagen's response.
   Tracy hastily answered, "Because I'm not the killer!  Is that a good enough reason?!"
   The shotgun was still pointed at Tracy.  "How do I know that?  Maybe you're trying to kill everyone so you'll have no more competition and you'll be free to have Gary all to yourself," Meagen replied.
   Tracy looked at her.  "Is that what you think?  You think I want to go out with Gary?  Meagen, if you wanted to go out with him, I would let you.  And besides, I already have a boyfriend.  What'd you think I was a whore or something?"
   Meagen stopped aiming the shotgun at her, realizing that suspecting Tracy was pretty stupid.
   Tracy told her, "Now give me the gun, it's pointless to be so paranoid."
   While she didn't give the gun to Tracy, Meagen set the gun on the couch.  "You're right," she admitted.  "All these killers just freakin' frustrate me all the time."
   "I just came by to see how you were doing after Nik's... you know, death," Tracy said.  "By the way, where are your parents?"
   Meagen answered, "They're on a trip to Vegas.  I guess the casinos over here are too deadly."
   "I hear ya.  Oh, yeah, they're saying on the news that because of that MTV Awards there's going to be some short power outages."
   Meagen enquired, "Really?"
   "Yeah," was Tracy's response.  "You know, don't you think it's weird how Sunny came back and she hasn't told us why?  I mean, she was supposed to have moved weeks ago!"
   "That is pretty weird," Meagen said.  Then she had a weird thought.  Could Sunny be the killer?  No, Sunny would never do anything like that.
   SUDDENLY the power went out.  Even though Tracy did say there might be some, it still made Meagen feel uneasy.  "Don't you think you should be going soon?" Meagen asked.
   "No way, I'm staying here so you don't shoot somebody," responded Tracy.
  
   Chris (Larson, not Rock) made his way into the hotel, trying to find Room 23A.  Constance had called him earlier and asked if he could do an interview for her, to get people's reactions to all the killings going on.  His reply: "Hell yeah!"
   He found the room on the third floor and knocked on it.  After a few seconds Constance opened the door.
   "Hey," she said.  "Ready to do this interview?"
   "Sure," Chris said as he walked inside.  He noticed that, although there was a camera in there, the room seemed strangely empty.
   "Isn't there supposed to be like a camera man in here or something?" Chris asked.
   Constance had a devilish smile on her face.  "He's gone, because there isn't going to be an interview."
   Chris got confused.  "What?"
   Suddenly, Constance removed her long jacket and she was dressed in lingerie.  "Getting stimulated?" she asked.
   Constance wasn't the best looking chick in the world, but she wasn't bad, either, and Chris always wondered what it would be like to do someone famous.  "OK, you're a filthy, slutty whore," he began.  "But I like that."
   Constance smiled again.  "Good, now someone can join Ricky and me."
   Chris was shocked.  "RICKY?!"
   Just then Ricky walked out of the bathroom holding a bottle of champagne.  He stopped when he spotted Chris.  "What's going on?" he asked.
   Chris headed for the door.  "Forget it, Constance, I'm outta here!"  He walked out of the room.
   Ricky was in total confusion.  "What was that all about?"
   "Oh, don't worry about him, Ricky," Constance told him.  "Because tonight is going to be all about us!"
   Ricky smiled.  "I knew I was right about you and me.  You thought that first night was so amazing that..."
   "Don't talk," Constance interrupted.  "It's time for us to speak only in body language."

   Chris stormed down the hallway in the hotel.  What was Constance thinking, trying to have them and Ricky in a threesome.  The whole thought was just plain gross.  He couldn't wait to tell everyone about that slut.
   He stopped when he heard a horrifying scream coming from one of the other rooms, followed by a loud thud.  What was that?
   Chris approached the door to the room, but then stopped.  "What the hell am I doing?" he asked himself.  "I should be getting my ass outta here, before I get killed!"
   Chris turned the opposite direction and pushed the button to the elevator.  The numbers above the door lit up, and the elevator was on its way up.
   ALL OF A SUDDEN, the door of the room where he heard the scream opened, and the fisherman popped out, armed with a blood-stained hook.
   Chris was stunned at first.  Was this the kind of killer Chris could easily beat down, or was it the kind you see in horror movies that were kind of super human and couldn't be killed (kinda like Danielle)?
   The fisherman approached him.
   Chris then had a burst of confidence.  "Bring it on, bitch!" he said.
   SUDDENLY, the elevator doors behind him opened up, and the Scream killer popped out, stabbed Chris in the back, and pulled him into the elevator as the doors closed again before the fisherman could make it in.  Chris tried resisting, but the killer still had a firm grip on the knife stuck in his back, and pain shot through his body as the killer slowly twisted it.
   "Ow, fuck, you fag-who are you?!" Chris yelled.
   The killer took out the knife and stabbed him again- and again and again and AGAIN.
   Blood stained the floor as Chris died.

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