Authors Note: Hi guys this is my first fic, I've decided to do one for scream. I'm not sure how popular it will be but I guess we'll find out and see!. I've written it in what you'd call real time I guess, it's more of like a script but sstory is being told like a story, if this format is terrible let me know and I'll rectify it.
Hope you enjoy and please review!
thank you
AMF101
p.s I don't own Scream
A blonde girl is sat on her own in a living room flicking through the channels on the t.v with the remote.
The phone rings, she reaches over and takes it from it's cradle on one of on the end tables.
"helloo?" she answers in a melodic tone.
" Tina...hey it's me" a muffled sound of a girls voice replies from the other end of the phone.
"oh hey, why are you calling my house phone?" the blonde asks with a puzzled expression.
"my phones dead and I wanted to talk, so what you doing?"
"well ,my parents are out for the night so, I'm on my own"
"don't you get freaked out being in that house all on your own?"
"no, why?"
"oh come on, Woodsboro doesn't really have a good track record for teenagers being alone in empty houses"
"Lynn, shut up, besides we have one of those panic buttons installed"
"wow big whoop, I'm sure scary ghost face is gonna be really scared"
The blonde and the girl both laugh.
A beeping tone is heard from the phone.
"oh hey there's someone on the other line, I'll call you back?"
"sure whatevs...that's probably ghost face waiting on the other line"
"shut up...catch you later biatch"
"night hoe, and hey...don't forget to lock the doors" she whispers the last part.
"goodbye."
And with that she presses the end call button and then another as she answers the phone.
"hello?"
"..."
"uh..hello?"
There is no reply so she hangs up and throws the phone aside.
She continues to flick through the channels, until she finally gives up with a sigh. She tosses the remote to the side and stands up and makes her way to the kitchen. She reaches the fridge and lifts her hand forward to open the freezer.
'ring', the phone goes. She huffs and makes her way to the phone that's placed in it's cradle on the kitchen island.
"hello?"
"hello" a raspy voice replies from the other end of the phone.
"can I help you?"
"yeah, I suppose you could say that" the voice replies.
"I'm sorry do I-" she pauses realisation spreading across her face, "oh well done Lynn... Very original" she whispers the last part.
"is it an app on your iPhone or are you still puffing those cigarettes"
"this isn't Lynn"
"mmm..uh-hu, so who is it?" she asks mockingly.
"your worst nightmare"
"oh okay, well I guess I'll play along, I have nothing better to do"
"I'm glad your up for a game"
"mmm, yeah I'm eager to find out what kind of game it is you wanna play"
"how about the game where I ask you questions and you answer them"
"okay, and I suppose I'm answering these questions to save my life right?"
"not quite"
"oh really, are you just gonna kill me anyway"
"yes"
The girl laughs
"so what questions?"
"why don't we start with... What's your favourite scary movie?"
The girl chuckles.
"oh come on Lynn you know this one, prom night, I love Brittney Snow...lord knows I would kill for a rack like hers"
"I told you this isn't Lynn"
"okay, well I'm gonna need proof"
"but that's part of the fun" the voice replies mockingly
"Ahhhh, no I need proof"
"fine, go to patio doors and turn on the patio lights"
"what?"
"you wanted proof, I'm giving it to you" the voice replies hauntingly.
"your really starting to scare me now Lynn, you got me jokes over" she surrenders.
"it's not a joke, go to the doors" the voice yells.
She flinches and make her way to the lounge. She walks in and over to the patio doors, its pitch black, she can't see a thing, she reaches over and flicks the light switch on. The lights appear, showing a teenage girl taped to a deck chair, blood smeared all over her face. She soon begins to recognise the bloodied girl.
"Lynn!" She cries out.
The bloodied girl cries, with muffled screams escaping her taped up mouth.
The blonde screams as tears start to fall down her face.
She goes to open the door.
"ah, ah, ah, I wouldn't if I were you"
"please... No its impossible, I was just talking to her" she cries
"its really not that impossible" she hears Lynn's voice down the phone.
Tina's eyes widen, shock emerging on her face.
"ho-how did you-"
"it's simple really, all it is recorded tones and with that I can have any voice I want" she hears her own voice down the phone.
She grunts in shock.
"you bastard"
"shut up you little bitch, or I'll gut you like the worthless piece of shit you are" the raspy voice returns.
"FUCK YOU!" she cries down the phone.
"why are you doing this?" she can barely talk she crying that hard.
"because, it's a game, remember"
"no,no, just let us go please"
"sorry no can do"
She moans again.
"now how about we answer those questions"
She moans again.
"first question and this one is dedicated to Lynn"
"no please, don't make me do this"
"first question" he repeats sternly.
"name the killers in the first stab movie?"
"please" she nearly manages to say as she staring at her scared friend through the glass of the patio door.
"come on, time is ticking"
"Billy- Billy and Stu"
"good, good, but let's call that the warm up question, I'm sure we can do better then that"
"noo!, please"
"this is for her life, now come on Tina"..."you ready"
She continues to cry.
"who was the killer in prom night?"
"the teacher, it was the teacher" she replies hurriedly.
"wrong"
"no I'm not, it was the teacher" she yells
"wrong movie, it was Alex, prom night 1980"
Tina's eyes grow wide once more.
"you bastard, you did that on purpose"
The line goes dead.
She goes to open the door once again but before she can open it. A figure all in black stands behind the girl, he lifts up a knife to her throat and slices.
Tina screams and shakes.
The figure still with its head down, retracts the knife and wipes the blade with it's gloved hand. Then looks up into the house, revealing his white mask. Ghost face.
She screams once more, and goes to dial 911 when she hears the line is dead.
"shit" she looks back up and the figure is gone, with only her dead friend left.
"the button" she runs to the kitchen and pulls open the pantry door, as she reaches it the power goes out and she is left in total darkness, she slowly makes her way to the panic button only to find that it's unwired.
"fuck" she whispers under her breath, she runs toward the island and picks up one of the knives placed in its holdall.
She then runs to the kitchen door and locks it. She runs back to the front door and locks that, the lights turn back on, she realises the power is back on. She take out her phone ready to dial 911 again but before she can it goes off.
She scream and jumps.
Unknown caller.
She answers
"fuck you, you fucking physco" she yells.
"tut,tut,tut, you forgot to answer my last question"
She whimpers as she slides down the wall.
"what phone am I calling you from?"
Her face becomes puzzled, and then it turns to one of realisation as she moves to the side table beside the front door, and picks up the phone cradle, only to read the words...
'in use'
She screams and as she does the closet door burst open to reveal the killer with the knife in the air.
She immediately scrambles away on the floor, dropping her phone and knife, making her way down the hallway to the kitchen, before she can get any further, the killer grabs her leg and pulls her back.
She tries to kick him off as she screams in the struggle. The killer stabs her in the leg but she manages to kick him off. The killer bangs his head on the side of the wall, knocking him unconscious for a moment. She manages to stand up trying to ignore the pain. She runs to the lounge. She manages to reach the patio doors and she unlocks and opens the door. Leaving behind her cell phone and the knife.
The killer comes to and stands up taking off after the girl, but not before he pulls up the blade and wipes it clean.
She let's out another scream as she sees her friend dead in the chair. Still clutching her leg she runs toward her gate, before she reaches it shes tackled to the ground.
The killer on top of her. She can't move. Shes still whimpering and pleading.
The killer tilts his head. Draws his arm into the air. Knife glistening in the dark.
The girl manages to let out one last scream before the knife is plunged into her repeatedly.
Once the blood curdling groans stop.
Her eyes are dead and still, her face splattered with her own blood.
The killer still on top of her. He pulls up the knife close to his mask and gives it one last horrifying wipe.