Okay so here is the third story. I wasn't going to do it but i've had an overwhelming response to the others so here we go my friends. Again same premise as the others. Follows Scream 3's plotline but tweaked ever so slightly. Hope you all enjoy and feedback would be much appreciated.
The sun was high in the sky and the heat was blistering. Sidney strolled up the path to their mountain home taking in the hot weather. She pushed open the large metal gate and quickly shut it after her locking it tight. "Come on, Cherokee" She said as she urged for the large golden retriever to follow her which it did.
She walked into the house and closed the door behind her and the first thing she did was enter a security code. She pulled over the dead bolt and let her hands lean against the door. She was sick of all this. Sick of all the hiding away. Sick of the locked doors but she knew that it was a necessity.
"Sam" she called as she looked around their spacious house. The girl appeared from the bathroom roughly towel drying her hair.
"You weren't out long!" she said as she sat down on the edge of the settee rubbing her wet hair firmly.
"Am I ever?" Sidney said back as she wiped her sweating head with a towel which was hanging on the radiator. "It's so warm out honestly I swear there's a heat wave or something!" she said as she took a mouthful from her bottle of water.
"Tell me about it I was going to go and sunbathe but then I saw the news and it kind of put me off!" Sam said rather bleakly as her eyes flicked to the small television set on the other side of the room. Sidney just looked at her silently asking what was on it. Sam threw the remote over the room and Sidney caught it easily. "Turn it on!".
Sidney did as she was told and as soon as the television flicked on to life her eyes widened as she saw a familiar face on the screen with bold headline running across his face. COTTON WEARY AND GIRLFRIEND FOUND DEAD AT HOME. The remote slipped from her hand and hit the soft carpet.
Sidney's breath hitched as she listened as the reporter explained the mysterious circumstances. She didn't pick up on everything he said but there was a few statements that her ears automatically tuned into. The two had been stabbed to death. There had been a series of suspicious incoming phonecalls on his phone prior to his death.
"Oh god please don't tell me this is happening again!" she said her eyes glued to the screen. Everything around her was a blur and sounds were muffled as the blood pounded furiously through her skull.
"Sid!" Sam said but the girl seemed to be lost in another world. She got up slowly and grabbed the remote off of the floor and switched the television off. Sidney blinked several times as she zoned back in and turned back to look at Sam. "What's going on in that head of yours hey?" Sam said sympathetically.
"What's going on is that I really think that this has something to do with us!" Sidney said honestly her voice hitching a bit. Sam just shook her head and ran a hand through her wet hair nervously.
"Sid come on! There are a lot of people who hate Cotton!" Sam said realistically as she began to pace around the room trying to find a way to ease the girls worry.
"They were butchered Sam! Phonecalls before he died! Sound familiar!" Sidney said waving her hands in the air as she stood up her frustration getting the better of her. It just couldn't happen again! It couldn't! she screamed inwardly.
"Sidney it was someone trying to scare him! To get him weak! You're reading far too much into this! I thought we were over all this shit?" Sam said scathingly her own anger consuming her. She was just worried. She just didn't want to believe it.
"How could we ever get over all that shit Sam huh? That is blatantly because of us! Sending us a message. Everyone knows we went into hiding!" Sidney yelled back her voice raising. Why couldn't she see? Why wouldn't she see?.
"Well the reason we can't get over this shit is because you won't let it go! We have to move on it's as simple as that so quit living in the past huh?" Sam spat back throwing her towel to one side as she stormed to the other side of the room. She picked up the bottle of whiskey from the cupboard and poured a glass of it knocking it back quickly the hot liquid burning her throat.
"Oh here we go! Sidney can't get over it! Look at yourself you haven't got over it either! Everytime we mention it the first thing you do is pick up a drink! At least I admit I can't get over it all! And me clinging to the past! Jesus you are so latched onto it you just can't see it! Tom for example!" Sidney growled back the words spilling from her mouth.
Sam's body tensed up completely at the words and her hands curled even tighter around the glass. "Shut up!" she said angrily her face flushing red as she kept her back to Sidney.
"Oh no you said you're not stuck in the past but you think I am! You need to admit it to yourself! I have! You try to act like everything ihunky dory but it fucking isn't! So I think it's you who needs to get a grip on yourself!" Sidney yelled back and Sam spun quickly and launched the glass at the nearest wall. Sidney jumped as the glass shattered all over the floor. "Touched a nerve have I!" Sidney continued her own aggression becoming too much. All she wanted to do was to make her see that it's okay to still be hurting.
"Screw you!" Sam spat as she grabbed her jacket and headed for the door.
"Oh here we go! I know where you're going! Down to the bar as usual! Well you go do that! Drink yourself silly cause Tom's really gonna be proud of you then!" she said and the words left her mouth before she could stop them. She instantly felt sick. She swore she would never use him to hurt her and now she was.
Sam just froze the door half opened. She couldn't look at Sid. The words had stung and she felt as if she had been slapped by the girl. "Oh god Sam I didn't mean that!" she said taking a step forward her voice filled with sincerity. She felt awful inside.
"Just don't Sid!" Sam said stepping out the door hands up warning the girl to stay away. "Just…" she said not being able to find the words and with that she slammed the door behind her. Sidney could hear the roar of her car pulling away outside and she fell onto the settee instantly drained by the confrontation. They hadn't argued like that for a long time.
"Why did I say that!" she said to herself rubbing her now pounding head slowly. The guilt was unbelievable. How the conversation and turned so far off topic was shocking.
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After around ten minutes of sitting around wallowing she stood up and quickly set the alarm locking the door but not putting the dead bolt on as she knew that Sam would be falling through the door in the early hours of the morning.
Sighing she made her way over to her makeshift desk and sat down and quickly put on her headset. She typed a few numbers in and a voice came on the other end of the line.
"California Women's Crisis Counseling" came the woman's voice on the other end of the line.
"Hey, it's Laura from Monterey reporting for work, can you patch me in?" she said as she swung slightly on her chair. She really didn't want to work after the day she'd had but she just needed something to take her mind off it all.
"Sure, thanks Laura" the woman replied back as she dialled in Sidney's reference.
"Thank you" she said and all of a sudden her first call was coming through. "California Women's Crisis Counseling. How can I help you?" Sidney said softly awaiting for the more than likely sobbing woman on the other end of the phone.
"Hi. Do I have to say my name?" the girl said meekly feeling very awkward. She sounds young Sidney thought to herself before giving her answer.
"No, you don't have to say anything you don't want to say. How can I help?" Sidney said kindly feeling sorry for the girl already.
"Well, I'm 18 years old. I have a boyfriend and sometimes... he hits me" the girl said anxiously and Sidney sighed. How many times she heard those a day was unbelievable. And her thoughts were right. She was young. Only a few years younger than herself.
"It's ok, you can talk to me" Sidney cooed as she leaned back in the chair listening to whatever the girl had to say. If only there was a line for me to call she thought inwardly as she began to listen to the girls heart wrenching confessions.
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"So in closing, as the future journalists of America, there is one thing that you need to remember. Being the best means being willing to do what the others would not. Break the rules, stop at nothing, be willing to have the world hate you because that is the only way that you'll get the story, the facts, and the fame. Thank you." Gale finished her speech and a loud applause reached her.
As it died down one student stepped forward. "Excuse me, excuse me" he said and she looked at him.
"Yes?."
"So you're saying that we should be ready to go out and cut each other's throats because that's what you did?" the student said rather sceptically. He had never really liked her methods of getting stories and didn't fancy having to do the same thing just to get a scoop.
"Metaphorically, yes." Gale said back simply not ashamed of what she had to do to get everything.
"So tell me Miss Weathers, was it worth it?" the student pried and Gale was slowly starting to get pissed off with his persistency. I wonder if I was that annoying she thought inwardly and was about to respond when the moderator of the seminar stepped forward.
"I'm so sorry, but we're out of time. Gale Weathers, anchorwoman for "Total Entertainment". Thank you very much" she said looking at Gale as another round of applause echoed around the room. She stepped over to Gale and whispered in her ear. "There's a young man outside who wants to see you. He says he's with the police" she said to her and Gale's eyes widened slightly.
"The police?" Gale said and the woman just shrugged and with that Gale left the room and out into the hallway where a handsome young man was waiting for her.
"Detective Mark Kincaid, L.A.P.D." he said showing her his badge and she put her hands on her hips just waiting to see what he had to say.
"Hello" Gale said simply just wanting him to get to the point.
"That's quite an impressive resume" he said as he ran though the list of her careers in his head with a small smirk on his lips.
"Thank you. I assume you're not here for an autograph" she said back starting to get edgy. Just get on with it already she spoke inwardly.
"I'm here because Cotton Weary's been murdered" he said and her jaw literally fell to the floor in shock. Cotton Weary. Cotton Cotton. Dead.
"Someone killed Cotton?" she managed to get out breathlessly. How is it only now I'm hearing about this? She shouted inwardly once more as her eyes widened.
"And his girlfriend. Someone who left something he wanted us to see. I'll show you this because you're the Woodsboro authority, because you knew him. But I promise you, if you share this with the world, it's you I'll be arresting" Kincaid said sternly as he rummaged in his pocket.
"I swear on my Pulitzer prize, which I plan to win one day Detective." Gale said excitement lighting in her eyes. She wanted to know everything right here right now!.
Kincaid handed her a picture. "This was left on Cotton Weary's body. Do you have any idea who the girl might be?" he asked inquisitively and her jaw fell even further down.
"Oh my god. This is Maureen Prescott. This is Sidney Prescott's mother" she said her voice going high pitched as she looked at the young woman on the page. Oh My God she screamed inwardly as she studied the picture once again.
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"Hollywood is reeling today from news of the murder of Controversial talk show host, Cotton Weary. Weary had only recently finished shooting a cameo as himself in the film "Stab 3: Return to Woodsboro", the third and final part in the famous horror series based on the Woodsboro and Windsor College Murders" the reporter said and images popped up on the screen of Sid, Sam, Dewey and Gale. "Before his rise to television fame, Cotton had been imprisoned and was later exonerated for the murder of Maureen Prescott his former Lover" the reporter continued but with that Sid quickly turned the tv off.
What the hell is going on! She whispered to herself as she leaned her head back on her chair and looked at the time. It was 12am and still no sign of Sam. She was trying to stay awake and wait until the girl came home but she found her eyes closing on their own accord and Sidney fell into a very restless sleep.
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So first chapter of story three you guys! I really hope you are enjoying them because I'm enjoying writing them. Review if you liked guys!.