Scream 4
A "SCREAM" fanfic by Andy Simon I do not own all the characters in this fic, but there are a few of my own creating of which I own. I would wish for you to review the story, since I like open feedback.
Richard Harris sat by his computer, checking over the junk load of e-mails in his account from msn.com, his e-mail browser. Richard had a long brown beard, and bright blue eyes. He was an employer at a car company, which paid very little for the much work he puts in. Richard, checking his e- mails, started typing away, replying to e-mail his boss, Mr. Knight, had sent an instant message dealing with the money loss within the company. Richard was a long time agent for a Movie company named Revolution Studios. They had now gotten the right to produce a direct-to-video "Stab 4," which takes place exactly after the box office hit "Stab 3." It deals with a young woman named Sidney Presscot, who was tormented by her past with a set of 3 accounts with killers who disguised in a Halloween Ghost Mask.
Richard had received the finish third draft from Mr. Goltez four days before it was scheduled to come. Richard had read the entire script in an entire night, and now, Richard was raving over his own little review on the script. On the e-mail, we wrote: "Mr. Goltez's script was filled with new and wild things, a lot of things that I thought could be turned into a nice, suspenseful thriller/sequel to the classic "Stab Trilogy," but Mr. Goltez lacks in the field of Suspense. Almost the entire script was predictable, from the ending of the magnificent teaser all the way to the ending, which didn't include those astonishing ideas that could be used for further films. I personally felt Mr. Goltez lost the spirit of the original "Stab" trilogy, thus I would like to recommend my own screenwriter friend, who is a big fan of the "Stab" series. His name is Mr. Dohul, a very talented screenwriter."
Richard hesitated for a moment to continue writing. Finally, he started to write, the words flushing from his head onto his hands and into the computer. "If Mr. Dohul does not succeed our expectations and our standards, then would I ask Kevin Williamson to do the screenplay? He is very famous for his contributes to the Horror series such as "Halloween: H20" and two films of the classic "Scream" series." Richard smiled and then sent the instant message. It seemed instantly that a message popped up. It was from his boss, Mr. Knight. Had he already read the e-mail? Was he trying to e-mail me while I was doing the same to him? Richard clicked on the message, and his mouth dropped. "You sick freak!" Richard cried as he raced out of his computer chair. Richard started to become tense. This was insane; the message words were colored bright red, with the message standing out as bright as day:
"I'm sorry, but Mr. Knight isn't here right now. He's a bit hung up." Beyond worried, Richard raised his hand by his mouth, as another message popped up. "I'm going to be calling soon. By the way, thanks for the e- mail. Mr. Goltez does suck a little. You know, I asked him to do a little favor for me, but, ah, never mind." Richard almost ran, but the phone rang as soon as he started. Richard ran to the phone. "Listen you sick freak leave me alone!"
"Why should I?" the voice on the phone spoke. "Hey, Richard, have you ever felt a knife stick through your back, with your body becoming weak as your blood drops on the floor like the flow of a river? Or what about when I dig the knife into your gut over a dozen times? Do you want to die?"
"I'm going to call the police, and you're going to be in deep trouble!" Richard yelled into he phone. He was so worried, he sounded almost like he had no idea what he was doing, which was half true. What were you supposed to do in a situation like this? "Where are you? Are you in the house? Tell me where you are!"
The male voice from the phone laughed in a deep growl. "Really, Mr. Harris? Besides, the police wouldn't get here in time. They would believe you committed suicide somehow. I'm brilliant, smart, I can think of anything. And you think I would tell you where I was in the house?" Suddenly, Richard's spine chilled up to his head and down his back. "That's right, I'm in the house, you just need to find out where. Do you want to play a game? Go into the kitchen. Take a knife if you wish, I'll be there shortly."
Richard dropped the phone. He was more then terrified, this person was inside his house! Richard went to one of his bedroom walls, and found that the security monitor was still on. How could someone get inside? Taking a sandwich knife that he used earlier that evening to cut an apple, (don't ask) Richard started down the stairs, to the kitchen. It seemed like forever as he walked down the stairs. Each shadow, each dark area, he felt like he was surrounded by some sort of evil thing, or creature, ready to kill. Suddenly, as Richard stopped at the kitchen, he heard footsteps run around in his room. Then, they stopped. The phone rang, and Richard spun around like lightning. "Who's there?" Richard asked. Then he hit himself in the head. "Stupid! That was absolutely stupid!" The phone kept ringing, and Richard finally picked it up.
"Go back into your room, back into the office. I'm sure Mr. Knight will be very happy from your progress reports," the voice on the other end said. Richard's mind started to spin a thousand miles per second. "Trust me, you'll be safe on the way up."
Richard dropped the butter knife, and took a huge knife from the drawer. It was one of those that Michael Myers used in those classic horror films by John Carpenter. Richard walked up into his room. There, the computer was still on, but a big window box stated, "You have an new instant message." Richard clicked on the message; suddenly surprised that was it was from a woman named Miss. Ginger. The e-mail was the following:
"I'm sorry Richard, but 'Stab 4' is now in the hands of M. K. Arlington. He's done the remake of 'The Thing' back in '97 and he's also done a few giant lizard monster movies. The studio believes this is the right decision, and as for the movie script, Mr. Knight has yet to reply to my message to him. Unless, Richard, you can inform me of the status. I'll be over to your house in twenty-two minutes. From great love, Miss. Emily Ginger."
Richard smiled, remembering the gorgeous face of his co-worker. But then, he heard a light crashing, braking on the hard floor. Then, those loud feet scattering around, trying to be unnoticed, unless, that was this person's plan. It was be a genius plan, though, to distract me, Richard thought. Suddenly, the computer was turned off. Richard slowly walked to where the cable would be. The cable was disconnected. "Hello Richard," said a voice from behind. Richard spun around instantly, starring at the face of a Ghost Mask, with the black colored Ghost uniform. It was crazy, that was the same suit that they used for the "Stab" trilogy! "You can drop the knife."
Richard was in disbelief, and thinking that this person would actually think he would drop the knife. "You're a crazy person, who ever you are. What do you want? Or else, leave me be." Richard was trembling with fear. His hands were shaking, including the knife. The man in the Ghost uniform saw this. "Leave me be!"
"Shaking, Richard?" the man's voice asked. Of course it was a man, it had the same tone of voice and everything, Richard noted. "It's alright, I get it." The man hesitated. "Listen, Richard, I came here to tell you that 'Stab 4' is now currently out of production. Besides, who would see it? The plot is old, I mean, the people get stabbed, the end. But there's always that twist at the end, isn't there Richard? That twist that you didn't think would come. But of course, Billy Loomis, boy, what can we say about him? The originals are always the classics; you know that, don't you, Richard? Sure, for a sequel, they can sometime surpass the original; take the second 'Stab' for example. But the original, like HALLOWEEN, will always stay superior to the rest of them." It almost seemed like this Ghost man wanted to have a real conversation. Still grasping the knife, Richard moved back one-step, just in case. "You don't need to worry. It will be quick. What was I saying? Ah, yes, Billy Loomis, the original killer, who had a side kick. I forget his name. Oh well, it will come sooner or later."
The Ghost Man walked slightly closer, while Richard walked backwards, away from the Ghost Man. There was a moment of complete silence, until the Ghost man lunged to grab the knife from Richard. Richard, with quick reflexes, moved the knife upward, grinding the knife into the Ghost Man's stomach side. The Ghost Man let out an "oof!" as he slammed to the ground, severely bleeding, but the blood was almost invisible with the black uniform. The Ghost Man quickly recovered as Richard ran through the dark halls. Richard collapsed to the ground as the Ghost Man appeared in a flash of light by Richard. "Game over." The Ghost Man took the knife, and jabbed it into Richard's stomach. Over and over, around six times, the knife was jabbed into Richard's body. Blood started to flow out from Richard's lips, while there was a big round area of blood coming out from his stomach. Richard was more then dead. The Ghost Man got up, and with his hand, whipped the blood off the knife. The Ghost Man laid the knife on Richard's bloody hand, and then, he disappeared into the trees by the window, with Richard's dead body soon to be found by the police.
A "SCREAM" fanfic by Andy Simon I do not own all the characters in this fic, but there are a few of my own creating of which I own. I would wish for you to review the story, since I like open feedback.
Richard Harris sat by his computer, checking over the junk load of e-mails in his account from msn.com, his e-mail browser. Richard had a long brown beard, and bright blue eyes. He was an employer at a car company, which paid very little for the much work he puts in. Richard, checking his e- mails, started typing away, replying to e-mail his boss, Mr. Knight, had sent an instant message dealing with the money loss within the company. Richard was a long time agent for a Movie company named Revolution Studios. They had now gotten the right to produce a direct-to-video "Stab 4," which takes place exactly after the box office hit "Stab 3." It deals with a young woman named Sidney Presscot, who was tormented by her past with a set of 3 accounts with killers who disguised in a Halloween Ghost Mask.
Richard had received the finish third draft from Mr. Goltez four days before it was scheduled to come. Richard had read the entire script in an entire night, and now, Richard was raving over his own little review on the script. On the e-mail, we wrote: "Mr. Goltez's script was filled with new and wild things, a lot of things that I thought could be turned into a nice, suspenseful thriller/sequel to the classic "Stab Trilogy," but Mr. Goltez lacks in the field of Suspense. Almost the entire script was predictable, from the ending of the magnificent teaser all the way to the ending, which didn't include those astonishing ideas that could be used for further films. I personally felt Mr. Goltez lost the spirit of the original "Stab" trilogy, thus I would like to recommend my own screenwriter friend, who is a big fan of the "Stab" series. His name is Mr. Dohul, a very talented screenwriter."
Richard hesitated for a moment to continue writing. Finally, he started to write, the words flushing from his head onto his hands and into the computer. "If Mr. Dohul does not succeed our expectations and our standards, then would I ask Kevin Williamson to do the screenplay? He is very famous for his contributes to the Horror series such as "Halloween: H20" and two films of the classic "Scream" series." Richard smiled and then sent the instant message. It seemed instantly that a message popped up. It was from his boss, Mr. Knight. Had he already read the e-mail? Was he trying to e-mail me while I was doing the same to him? Richard clicked on the message, and his mouth dropped. "You sick freak!" Richard cried as he raced out of his computer chair. Richard started to become tense. This was insane; the message words were colored bright red, with the message standing out as bright as day:
"I'm sorry, but Mr. Knight isn't here right now. He's a bit hung up." Beyond worried, Richard raised his hand by his mouth, as another message popped up. "I'm going to be calling soon. By the way, thanks for the e- mail. Mr. Goltez does suck a little. You know, I asked him to do a little favor for me, but, ah, never mind." Richard almost ran, but the phone rang as soon as he started. Richard ran to the phone. "Listen you sick freak leave me alone!"
"Why should I?" the voice on the phone spoke. "Hey, Richard, have you ever felt a knife stick through your back, with your body becoming weak as your blood drops on the floor like the flow of a river? Or what about when I dig the knife into your gut over a dozen times? Do you want to die?"
"I'm going to call the police, and you're going to be in deep trouble!" Richard yelled into he phone. He was so worried, he sounded almost like he had no idea what he was doing, which was half true. What were you supposed to do in a situation like this? "Where are you? Are you in the house? Tell me where you are!"
The male voice from the phone laughed in a deep growl. "Really, Mr. Harris? Besides, the police wouldn't get here in time. They would believe you committed suicide somehow. I'm brilliant, smart, I can think of anything. And you think I would tell you where I was in the house?" Suddenly, Richard's spine chilled up to his head and down his back. "That's right, I'm in the house, you just need to find out where. Do you want to play a game? Go into the kitchen. Take a knife if you wish, I'll be there shortly."
Richard dropped the phone. He was more then terrified, this person was inside his house! Richard went to one of his bedroom walls, and found that the security monitor was still on. How could someone get inside? Taking a sandwich knife that he used earlier that evening to cut an apple, (don't ask) Richard started down the stairs, to the kitchen. It seemed like forever as he walked down the stairs. Each shadow, each dark area, he felt like he was surrounded by some sort of evil thing, or creature, ready to kill. Suddenly, as Richard stopped at the kitchen, he heard footsteps run around in his room. Then, they stopped. The phone rang, and Richard spun around like lightning. "Who's there?" Richard asked. Then he hit himself in the head. "Stupid! That was absolutely stupid!" The phone kept ringing, and Richard finally picked it up.
"Go back into your room, back into the office. I'm sure Mr. Knight will be very happy from your progress reports," the voice on the other end said. Richard's mind started to spin a thousand miles per second. "Trust me, you'll be safe on the way up."
Richard dropped the butter knife, and took a huge knife from the drawer. It was one of those that Michael Myers used in those classic horror films by John Carpenter. Richard walked up into his room. There, the computer was still on, but a big window box stated, "You have an new instant message." Richard clicked on the message; suddenly surprised that was it was from a woman named Miss. Ginger. The e-mail was the following:
"I'm sorry Richard, but 'Stab 4' is now in the hands of M. K. Arlington. He's done the remake of 'The Thing' back in '97 and he's also done a few giant lizard monster movies. The studio believes this is the right decision, and as for the movie script, Mr. Knight has yet to reply to my message to him. Unless, Richard, you can inform me of the status. I'll be over to your house in twenty-two minutes. From great love, Miss. Emily Ginger."
Richard smiled, remembering the gorgeous face of his co-worker. But then, he heard a light crashing, braking on the hard floor. Then, those loud feet scattering around, trying to be unnoticed, unless, that was this person's plan. It was be a genius plan, though, to distract me, Richard thought. Suddenly, the computer was turned off. Richard slowly walked to where the cable would be. The cable was disconnected. "Hello Richard," said a voice from behind. Richard spun around instantly, starring at the face of a Ghost Mask, with the black colored Ghost uniform. It was crazy, that was the same suit that they used for the "Stab" trilogy! "You can drop the knife."
Richard was in disbelief, and thinking that this person would actually think he would drop the knife. "You're a crazy person, who ever you are. What do you want? Or else, leave me be." Richard was trembling with fear. His hands were shaking, including the knife. The man in the Ghost uniform saw this. "Leave me be!"
"Shaking, Richard?" the man's voice asked. Of course it was a man, it had the same tone of voice and everything, Richard noted. "It's alright, I get it." The man hesitated. "Listen, Richard, I came here to tell you that 'Stab 4' is now currently out of production. Besides, who would see it? The plot is old, I mean, the people get stabbed, the end. But there's always that twist at the end, isn't there Richard? That twist that you didn't think would come. But of course, Billy Loomis, boy, what can we say about him? The originals are always the classics; you know that, don't you, Richard? Sure, for a sequel, they can sometime surpass the original; take the second 'Stab' for example. But the original, like HALLOWEEN, will always stay superior to the rest of them." It almost seemed like this Ghost man wanted to have a real conversation. Still grasping the knife, Richard moved back one-step, just in case. "You don't need to worry. It will be quick. What was I saying? Ah, yes, Billy Loomis, the original killer, who had a side kick. I forget his name. Oh well, it will come sooner or later."
The Ghost Man walked slightly closer, while Richard walked backwards, away from the Ghost Man. There was a moment of complete silence, until the Ghost man lunged to grab the knife from Richard. Richard, with quick reflexes, moved the knife upward, grinding the knife into the Ghost Man's stomach side. The Ghost Man let out an "oof!" as he slammed to the ground, severely bleeding, but the blood was almost invisible with the black uniform. The Ghost Man quickly recovered as Richard ran through the dark halls. Richard collapsed to the ground as the Ghost Man appeared in a flash of light by Richard. "Game over." The Ghost Man took the knife, and jabbed it into Richard's stomach. Over and over, around six times, the knife was jabbed into Richard's body. Blood started to flow out from Richard's lips, while there was a big round area of blood coming out from his stomach. Richard was more then dead. The Ghost Man got up, and with his hand, whipped the blood off the knife. The Ghost Man laid the knife on Richard's bloody hand, and then, he disappeared into the trees by the window, with Richard's dead body soon to be found by the police.