Scream 4 -- Redemption
Chapter 1
Marisa de Marco dropped her purse and car keys on the elegant, leather sofa in the den of her lower Manhattan apartment. She walked in front of her floor-length mirror next to the window overlooking Central Park and studied herself.
She was beautiful, with long, jet black hair, and a tan complexion. Her icey blue eyes seemed to stare through to the core. She had red, full lips, and long eyelasses. Marisa was clothed in a deep, tan business suit with matching pumps.
Marisa dropped her Bloomingdale's bag on the hardwood floor, as she checked her watch. It was nearly 10:00. There was a full moon outside.
Marisa opened the door to her bedroom and kicked off her pumps. She walked into her expansive, marble-floored, master bathroom, and began to undress. She left her clothes on the floor and walked to her jacuzzi tub and turned on the water. She poured in some bubbles and sat by the edge, with her hand dangling in the steamy water.
She reflected on what she would do tomorrow. She would get up early and go to her work as a highly esteemed lawyer. Marisa was barely thirty and was already making quite a hefty salary. She knew it was because of her strikingly gorgeous appearance, but she kept that to herself.
Marisa turned off the tub and slid in. She groaned in pleasure as she felt the water rise above her naval, her upper chest, and her bosoms. She pulled her hair up into a messy bun and slid back, closing her eyes.
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The man clad only in the Mr. Ghostface costume let himself out of Marisa de Marco's closet. He pulled his knife out of his pocket and made his way to the Bloomingdale's bag, now lying on the floor. He continued on to the bathroom, where he heard the water running. He managed a quick look in the room, but his vision was blocked by the steam that rose from the tub.
After a long minute, he could finally decipher the exquisite woman lying in the tub. She was beautiful, quite possibly the most gorgeous figure of femininity he had laid eyes upon. It was a pity that such an attractive specimen would die this day.
He laughed to himself, shaking this last idea off.. It was all part of the plan. Ghostface made his way back to the den, where he opened the window, revealing the sounds of the streets below. He then took his place in the closet.
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Marisa sighed as she drained the tub. Her fingers were pruny, and she began to feel faint, the heat getting to her. She climbed out and toweled off. She pulled on her silken robe as she walked out of the bathroom into the den.
She threw in Don Henley, Taking You Home and then felt a slight chill rise over her spine. A window was open.
"What the hell?" Marisa sighted the open window on the far corner of the room and walked up to it. She closed it right as she heard something.. A..footstep? Marisa turned right as she heard the closet door close.
"H-hello?" Marisa called as she made her way into the kitchen. She opened her drawer and pulled out a large butcher knife.
"Who the hell is in here? Get out of my house!" Marisa screamed as the phone in the den started ringing.
"Damn.." Marisa picked up the phone, and checked the caller i.d. It said Unidentified Cell Phone. She gulped as she put the receiver to her ear and answered.
"H-hello?" Marisa spoke, her voice shaking.
"Hello, beautiful." The voice was apparently concealed by somekind of voice- changing device.
"Who the hell is this? ..." Marisa waited for a reply. "God-damnit! Who is this? This is not funny!"
"You're gorgeous. You could be a supermodel."
"Well, t-thank you.. But, I still want you to get the hell away from me."
"Its ashame I am going to have to butcher you like a pig."
Marisa choked as the phone went dead. She threw the phone on the floor, and heard the batteries slide across the floor. She ran across the room, to her coat closet and threw open the door, right as a strong hand slammed a fist into her ribs, sending her sprawling on her Oriental rug, gasping for air.
Marisa tried to scream, but couldn't muster the air. Instead she seemed to squeel. She gripped her stomach as the man before her pulled a huge butcher knife out from beneath his costume.
"Oh, God, NO!" Marisa cried as she got to her feet. She backed away, as the man approached her. He swung first.
Marisa jumped back, on pure reflex, and slammed into the wall of the hallway. She crawled across the hardwood, as the man brought the knife down. It caught the edge of her robe, keeping Marisa stuck. She pulled, ripping her expensive robe, and ran to where the phone and the knife lay on the floor.
Then she remembered the batteries. "Shit!" Marisa screamed as she grabbed on of the batteries and slammed it into the phone, she looked for the other one, and saw that it was right in front of where Ghostface was approaching.
"N-no, no, no, no, NO!!" Marisa hurled the phone with all her might, and thanked God when the man fell over after the phone making contact with his nuts. Marisa picked up the knife and ran to the door of her apartment. She unlocked the bolt, and cursed herself as she remembered that she had the door locked from teh inside and the out.
Marisa looked around, and remembered that the key was atop the Grandfather clock adjacent to the door. She crawled on the wooden chest next to the clock and reached atop, right as she felt a push from behind, sending her slamming into the clock, and sending the clock flying to the floor.
Marisa was hit with pieces of gears and grinds from teh clock. She tried to get up and felt that she was pinned down by the weight of the clock.
"No!!" Marisa cried as she pulled with all her might, and felt the clock rise. She managed to pull herself halfway out, right as she felt a searing pain in her upper thigh. She screamed in pain and looked to see the man on top of her, with the knife potruding from her leg. He ripped the knife out, right as the heel of her foot connected with his chin.
Ghostface fell backwards, as Marisa rose to her feet. Blood was falling in rivulets down her long, tanned legs from the open wound. She groaned in pain and anger as she limped towards the back of her apartment. She reached the same window, right as she was roughly turned around.
Marisa managed to stare at the mask straight in the eye right as she felt an excrutiating pain penetrate her skin in her lower chest. She looked down to see a knife sticking out of her stomach, with Ghostface's hands on the hilt. She looked back up at the mask, and saw him shrug, as if in apology.
Then, using the last of her strength, she smacked him. Hard, across the face, knocking the mask off on the floor. Then, Ghostface's boot landed on her stomach, prying the knife out of her abdomen, and sending her flying backwards.
In her last moments, Marisa felt her body shatter glass, and then meet nothing.. She was soaring, flying. Something she had always wanted to do. But, then she realized what was happening. This was it, this was the end. This bastard had killed her. She closed her eyes and screamed.
And, then Marisa de Marco's body slammed into top of a Ford Mustang, waiting at a red light.
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Ghostface stared down at the lifeless body on top of the red car. He pulled a hankerchief out from his pocket and wiped his blade. And, then he let himself out. Don Henley was still playing in the background.
Chapter 1
Marisa de Marco dropped her purse and car keys on the elegant, leather sofa in the den of her lower Manhattan apartment. She walked in front of her floor-length mirror next to the window overlooking Central Park and studied herself.
She was beautiful, with long, jet black hair, and a tan complexion. Her icey blue eyes seemed to stare through to the core. She had red, full lips, and long eyelasses. Marisa was clothed in a deep, tan business suit with matching pumps.
Marisa dropped her Bloomingdale's bag on the hardwood floor, as she checked her watch. It was nearly 10:00. There was a full moon outside.
Marisa opened the door to her bedroom and kicked off her pumps. She walked into her expansive, marble-floored, master bathroom, and began to undress. She left her clothes on the floor and walked to her jacuzzi tub and turned on the water. She poured in some bubbles and sat by the edge, with her hand dangling in the steamy water.
She reflected on what she would do tomorrow. She would get up early and go to her work as a highly esteemed lawyer. Marisa was barely thirty and was already making quite a hefty salary. She knew it was because of her strikingly gorgeous appearance, but she kept that to herself.
Marisa turned off the tub and slid in. She groaned in pleasure as she felt the water rise above her naval, her upper chest, and her bosoms. She pulled her hair up into a messy bun and slid back, closing her eyes.
*****************
The man clad only in the Mr. Ghostface costume let himself out of Marisa de Marco's closet. He pulled his knife out of his pocket and made his way to the Bloomingdale's bag, now lying on the floor. He continued on to the bathroom, where he heard the water running. He managed a quick look in the room, but his vision was blocked by the steam that rose from the tub.
After a long minute, he could finally decipher the exquisite woman lying in the tub. She was beautiful, quite possibly the most gorgeous figure of femininity he had laid eyes upon. It was a pity that such an attractive specimen would die this day.
He laughed to himself, shaking this last idea off.. It was all part of the plan. Ghostface made his way back to the den, where he opened the window, revealing the sounds of the streets below. He then took his place in the closet.
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Marisa sighed as she drained the tub. Her fingers were pruny, and she began to feel faint, the heat getting to her. She climbed out and toweled off. She pulled on her silken robe as she walked out of the bathroom into the den.
She threw in Don Henley, Taking You Home and then felt a slight chill rise over her spine. A window was open.
"What the hell?" Marisa sighted the open window on the far corner of the room and walked up to it. She closed it right as she heard something.. A..footstep? Marisa turned right as she heard the closet door close.
"H-hello?" Marisa called as she made her way into the kitchen. She opened her drawer and pulled out a large butcher knife.
"Who the hell is in here? Get out of my house!" Marisa screamed as the phone in the den started ringing.
"Damn.." Marisa picked up the phone, and checked the caller i.d. It said Unidentified Cell Phone. She gulped as she put the receiver to her ear and answered.
"H-hello?" Marisa spoke, her voice shaking.
"Hello, beautiful." The voice was apparently concealed by somekind of voice- changing device.
"Who the hell is this? ..." Marisa waited for a reply. "God-damnit! Who is this? This is not funny!"
"You're gorgeous. You could be a supermodel."
"Well, t-thank you.. But, I still want you to get the hell away from me."
"Its ashame I am going to have to butcher you like a pig."
Marisa choked as the phone went dead. She threw the phone on the floor, and heard the batteries slide across the floor. She ran across the room, to her coat closet and threw open the door, right as a strong hand slammed a fist into her ribs, sending her sprawling on her Oriental rug, gasping for air.
Marisa tried to scream, but couldn't muster the air. Instead she seemed to squeel. She gripped her stomach as the man before her pulled a huge butcher knife out from beneath his costume.
"Oh, God, NO!" Marisa cried as she got to her feet. She backed away, as the man approached her. He swung first.
Marisa jumped back, on pure reflex, and slammed into the wall of the hallway. She crawled across the hardwood, as the man brought the knife down. It caught the edge of her robe, keeping Marisa stuck. She pulled, ripping her expensive robe, and ran to where the phone and the knife lay on the floor.
Then she remembered the batteries. "Shit!" Marisa screamed as she grabbed on of the batteries and slammed it into the phone, she looked for the other one, and saw that it was right in front of where Ghostface was approaching.
"N-no, no, no, no, NO!!" Marisa hurled the phone with all her might, and thanked God when the man fell over after the phone making contact with his nuts. Marisa picked up the knife and ran to the door of her apartment. She unlocked the bolt, and cursed herself as she remembered that she had the door locked from teh inside and the out.
Marisa looked around, and remembered that the key was atop the Grandfather clock adjacent to the door. She crawled on the wooden chest next to the clock and reached atop, right as she felt a push from behind, sending her slamming into the clock, and sending the clock flying to the floor.
Marisa was hit with pieces of gears and grinds from teh clock. She tried to get up and felt that she was pinned down by the weight of the clock.
"No!!" Marisa cried as she pulled with all her might, and felt the clock rise. She managed to pull herself halfway out, right as she felt a searing pain in her upper thigh. She screamed in pain and looked to see the man on top of her, with the knife potruding from her leg. He ripped the knife out, right as the heel of her foot connected with his chin.
Ghostface fell backwards, as Marisa rose to her feet. Blood was falling in rivulets down her long, tanned legs from the open wound. She groaned in pain and anger as she limped towards the back of her apartment. She reached the same window, right as she was roughly turned around.
Marisa managed to stare at the mask straight in the eye right as she felt an excrutiating pain penetrate her skin in her lower chest. She looked down to see a knife sticking out of her stomach, with Ghostface's hands on the hilt. She looked back up at the mask, and saw him shrug, as if in apology.
Then, using the last of her strength, she smacked him. Hard, across the face, knocking the mask off on the floor. Then, Ghostface's boot landed on her stomach, prying the knife out of her abdomen, and sending her flying backwards.
In her last moments, Marisa felt her body shatter glass, and then meet nothing.. She was soaring, flying. Something she had always wanted to do. But, then she realized what was happening. This was it, this was the end. This bastard had killed her. She closed her eyes and screamed.
And, then Marisa de Marco's body slammed into top of a Ford Mustang, waiting at a red light.
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Ghostface stared down at the lifeless body on top of the red car. He pulled a hankerchief out from his pocket and wiped his blade. And, then he let himself out. Don Henley was still playing in the background.