Disclaimer: I don't own the Scream franchise. None of the characters are mine.

Story: Set after Scream 4

The sun shot its ribbons of light through the French doors of the Riley's house. Dewey was up drinking a cup of decaf and rubbing his eyes. It had been nearly a year and a half since Jill, Sidney's cousin, had been arrested for the murders she committed. It had seemed everything was over for good, but alas, this was not meant to be. Earlier that morning, he had gotten a phone call. Sidney sound frantic, and he only made out a few words she had said. "The killings are starting again, Dewey." Sidney stilled lived in Woodsboro, and planned on staying until she got a full time job. Dewey had stayed because this was where his job was, and Gale had stayed because Dewey had. He turned his head so the rays hit his face. They made him feel safe, but he knew he wasn't. No one from the original Woodsboro murders was safe. Randy had already been killed off. Who was next? Him? Sidney? Gale? Not Gale. He heard a creaking of floorboards. Natural instincts made him jump up and point his gun. A very thin figure appeared at the bottom of the stairway. "Jesus Dewey. Put your gun away!" said a tired looking Gale.

"Sorry. Natural instincts." Dewey smiled sheepishly. She stumbled over to the white wooden table and sank into a chair. Head covered by her thin arms. Dewey had tried to get her to take sleeping pills, but they didn't seem to work anymore. When the killings had seemed to come to an end, Gale seemed to have caught a case of insomnia. Each night, Dewey watched helplessly as Gale would get up, sit on the window ledge, add some more text to her book, and pace back and forth into the early hours of the morning, where she would finally lay down, only to realize there was no point to go to sleep now. Dewey turned the Tv to the news and searched for a travel mug to put his unfinished coffee in. He was going to be late for work. Suddenly, he heard a tapping on the door. Going to see who it was, he saw a familiar face. Unlocking the door, he said, "Sidney, so good to see you." He embraced her, but she wore a frown. "Where's Gale? She needs to hear this too."

"Sid, I don't think that's such a-" but Sidney cut him off. "Gale!" she shouted. Gale walked into the room still looking tired, and a bit irritated. "What? Oh hi Sidney," she mumbled as she rubbed her eyes with her knuckles.

"Okay, so my boyfriend Mark. Well, um…" Tears were in Sidney's eyes. "He's….Someone killed him." Sidney broke down in sobs. Dewey went over to hug her, but Gale beat him to it. "Sidney, do you mean…the killings…they are starting again?" Sidney nodded. Gales eyes widened. "No." She backed away from Sidney shaking her head. "No, no, no." Her breathe was now coming in raspy and short. Dewey knew what was happening. Quickly, he grabbed her hand, squeezed it and said, "Breathe Gale, breathe. The killer isn't even after us yet. Breathe." Slowly, her breathe evened out. Sidney mouthed the words "What was that?" and Dewey mouthed back "panic attack". "I am right here!" said an even more irritated Gale. She stabled herself. "Sidney, I hate to say it…" she clutched her stomach to keep from vomiting, "but the killer does look to be following any rules this time." Sid's brown eyes grew two sizes. "Then that means…" she gulped, "anyone of us could be a target or the killer." Something buzzed in Sidney's pocket. She pulled out her phone and looked at the text. "Guys, I got to go. Job interview in 20 minutes. Just please, watch out." Sidney walked out through the glass doors. "I got to go to, Gale. I will back home around 7 if nothing comes up at the office." Dewey knew he wouldn't be home before seven after a murder had happened, but no reason to worry Gale about it. "Dewey, don't lie to me. A murder just happened. I know you will be there until at least 10." He sighed. Nothing could get passed Gale these days. He kissed her on the forehead, grabbed his keys, and left. A couple hours later, Gale was on their bed, clutching her stomach even more tightly and squirming in pain. Stomach aches were the worst. The phone started ringing, and almost gave her a heart attack. After she had calmed down some, she picked it up.

"Hello Gale," came a deep hoarse voice. Gale shut her eyes and counted to five.

"What do you want, asshole?"

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

"Stab. Now leave me alone."

"Oh, that's right. I should have guess. You were one of the stars."

"Look, you don't scare me anymore. In the end, you always lose."

"Do I? Well this time, you lose."

"I don't think so. Goodbye!"

"Don't you dare hang up on me, you bitch, or I will kill your beloved Dewey." Gale gripped the phone tighter. Her knuckles turned paper white.

"What do you want?"

"For you to get in your car and follow the directions."

"Fine."

"And don't even think of calling Dewey or Sidney."

There was a click on the other end. Tears were falling down Gale's face. Quickly, she wiped them away, took a deep breath, and grabbed her keys. As she put the keys in the ignition, a cool, male's voice came from the GPS. "At the end of the driveway, take a right turn." Gale took another deep breath and backed up.

Scream 5 really needs to be made. Please review.