There's a knock on the door, a fresh-faced 10-year-old answers it peeking up to see a tall, skinny-looking man. "Yes?" she asks, hearing footsteps behind her.

The man seems shocked but still talks, "does a Rina Reynolds live here?" the girl looks confused but shakes her head before hearing footsteps rushing towards her when she repeats the name out loud.

She felt someone grab her from behind.

"Katherine, baby, why don't you go help Sidney in the kitchen" The girl hesitantly nods at her mother, giving the strange man one more glance, and sees that he has a look of recognition on his face.

The girl walks off towards the kitchen but stops when she hears her mom talking sharply. Why did she sound so mad at the stranger?

"Yes!" Maureen asks, looking at the unfamiliar young man; he sighs a bit hesitantly before he asks his question.

"Are you Rina Reynolds" Maureen looks shocked to hear the name from her past and takes a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know who you're talking about" she tries to shut the door, but a hand shoots out and stops it.

"Please. I need to know. Are you Rina Reynolds?" the boy looks desperate. Maureen takes another deep breath, she looks around her, and the little girl dives behind the wall.

"Yes, at one time, I was Rina Reynolds," the boy laughs with relief, and Maureen looks at him suspiciously "who are you?" she asks sharply, hand on her hips.

The boy smiles and looks at a picture in his hands. "my name is Roman, and I'm your son," he tells her, smiling. The woman's face turns pale, and she doesn't say a thing.

"Mom?" Roman asks quietly. "I know it's a shock, but I'm sure in time we can get to know each other, I know I wasn't planned, and I know how I was conceived" the woman starts shaking her head as silent tears run down her face.

"I am not Rina Reynolds anymore. I am Maureen Prescott. I have moved on now, I have two beautiful daughters and put all of that behind me and what they did to me was in the past, and you, you are Rina's child, and Rina is dead" Maureen slammed the door shut and stood there while her only son banged on it.

The little girl who had heard everything was so shocked she could hardly move but being 10, she didn't understand most of the conversation, though she knew she had a brother she was never told of, and that made the rebellious 10-year-old angry.

She had to find out more.

The banging had stopped, and so had the screaming, but it was still enough to attract a curious Sidney. Katherine quickly stands beside her twin, so it looked like they were together the whole time.

"Mom? What's going on?" Maureen turned to look at her two daughters, her twin girls.

"nothing, girls, let's go back to baking for your father" Maureen tried to usher her daughters back into the kitchen.

"I'm not feeling too good. I think I'm going to lie down," The younger Prescott said. Maureen and Sidney continued into the kitchen without really listening to the youngest.

Katherine took this as her chance to quietly creep out of the front door; she saw the man had already reached the end of the driveway and was walking towards a beat-up white car.

Katherine ran down to the man shouting, "Hey!" The man turned around a little red-faced like he had been crying. Katherine had reached him and was huffing and puffing from loss of breath.

"Is it true?" she asked the man, tears starting to prick at her eyes. "Are you my brother?" she asked quietly. The man just looked at her, trying to figure out what to say, but he just nodded.

"All this time and she never told us," the youngest Prescott cried in anger.

"What's your name?" he asked her; if he looked carefully enough, he could see parts of himself in the smaller girl.

"Katherine, you?"

"I'm Roman," he told her awkwardly; they. She stood in silence until he turned to get into his car, knowing that her family would probably be calling for her soon.

"Where are you going?" she asked, quickly grabbing onto his arm and forcing him to turn around, frowning when she saw his tears.

"I'm leaving, she doesn't want me here," he told her sadly sniffing. All of his planning was moot now. His mother didn't want him in her life.

Katherine threw her arms around him, making the man jump in surprise. "I want you here; I've always wanted a sibling!" she told him excitedly.

Roman raised an eyebrow at her "don't you have a sister?" Katherine shrugged her shoulders, uncaring "Sid doesn't count. She's the favorite golden girl. It's like I don't even exist".

Roman looked down at the girl as a warm feeling grew inside him. No one wanted to know him, not his mother, his father, or anyone, but this little girl has known him for less than 5 minutes wanted to know him.

"Please," he looked into her eyes, his eyes, and nodded.

They agreed to keep seeing each other, and they did. Roman and Katherine always kept their relationship a secret, even from Sidney, whom Katherine was always talking about.

Little Katherine would tell her big brother how Sidney always got Katherine into trouble even if it wasn't her fault, and Roman understood; she was the odd one out just like him.

The more Roman found out about Maureen and Sidney, the more he realized they were exactly the same, and the more he started to despise them but not Katherine. She was the only one who cared.

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It had been a couple of months since Roman and Katherine had met and today was their 'Date Day'; it was the only day they could hang out because Maureen was never around, and no one would notice Katherine would be out with him.

Roman had picked Katherine up and taken her to McDonalds, they sat and ate their food, talking about the usual stuff, but Roman seemed distant.

Katherine stopped talking when she noticed Roman wasn't paying as much attention as he usually does. "What's wrong, Rome?" she asked quietly.

Roman looked at his little half-sister's face and frowned. "Kat, I have to go away for a while," he told her sadly. Kat felt her heartbreak into little pieces as she listened to her brother talk.

"Why, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" she questioned him sadly as tears filled her eyes.

He shook his head, chuckling a bit. "No, you didn't do anything. I have to go away for work...well, not work as such, but it's going to be work for me," he told Kat cryptically.

Kat sniffled a bit and looked at her brother. "Will I see you again?" she asked quietly.

Roman grabbed her hand across the table and looked her in the eye. "I promise you, I will see you again. I'm not sure when but I will always be watching over you. You'll always be safe" Kat thought Roman sounded a bit strange but smiled and nodded.

When Roman took her home, he gave her a present for her upcoming birthday, a necklace to always remember him by. "It's a charm, you can keep one half and I can keep the other."

It was a key charm that went together with her brother's lock pendant. Kat felt tears running down her face even before she knew she was crying and threw herself into her brother's arms. "I love you, Roman!"

The young girl got out of the car and ran up the driveway, still crying. Roman watched her sadly, wishing he could stay with her, but he couldn't; he had work to do, it was for the best interest of him and Katherine. "I love you too, kiddo."

Over the next few years, Roman has started following Maureen everywhere and had discovered she wasn't as innocent as she seemed. She was having affairs all over Woodsboro, even with married men.

He was overcome with disgust thinking this was his mother; whatever he had thought of her before was gone.

Roman used to think of a lovely woman who would welcome him into the house, and they'd be a family at last, but no, this was the mother he had been dumped with. This was no mother for him and definitely no mother for Katherine.

Over the years, Roman had drastically changed. He went from the scrawny 22-year-old to a more filled out 29-year-old.

He changed everything about himself so he wouldn't look like her, he changed everything but his eyes as they were also Kat's eyes, and he wanted to keep that.

He knew if Kat ever saw him again, she wouldn't remember him or even recognize him. So he waited and bided his time; he wouldn't rush this; it had to be perfect, and then he would get his perfect life, the life that she stole from him.

The more he watched Maureen, the bigger his obsession grew, he would have his revenge, and then everything would be better.

The world would be a better place without people like Maureen Prescott and her darling little family. He had the perfect psychopath in the making to do his dirty work.

It would be his legacy, their legacy.