Title: Scream 4: Dead Girl Walking
Rating: T for swearing, blood, guts, and gore.
Summary: When the twin sister of Casey Becker, Cassidy returns to Woodsboro with her husband, she becomes that main target to the infamous Ghostface killer.
AN: Just look up Drew Barrymore as a redhead. I only own Sam Conner and Cassidy Becker.
Casey Becker silently walks under the windows to avoid being caught. She could feel her heart pounding its way out of her chest; the knife in her left hand was slippery from her sweating palms. Slowly Casey rose to see where the killer was. He was in the kitchen looking around. The popcorn was now burning. He turns to her direction and Casey quickly ducks down. Clutching the phone and the knife, she moves forward to the next window.
A rush of relief. Her parents' car is only a couple of miles away.
Casey again rose to a window. This time he was right there with his back turn. In a swift motion, he turns around and Casey screams.
"Cassidy, wake up!"
The 35-year-old woke up. She places a hand on her heart to felt its rapid beat.
"Bad dream?"
"Yeah, Sam bad dream." Cassidy confirms.
Cassidy Becker signs as she took a step out of the rental Red pickup Dodge truck along with her husband Sam Conner. She hasn't step foot in this town since Casey died and that was 15 years ago. The first place they stopped at was the "Woodsboro Bookstore" where survivor Sidney Prescott was promoting her book "Out of Darkness". She saw a few people staring at her; stopping in their tracks to see if what they were really seeing wasn't a ghost.
"You okay?" Sam asks her.
"I'm coming back to the place where my twin sister was murdered." Cassidy said. "So no Sam."
She saw the hurt look I his eyes. "Sam I didn't mean to. Honest."
"Cassidy, I'm not mad or anything." Sam assures her. "This can't be easy on you."
"But after reading Sidney Prescott's "Out of Darkness" I'm trying to…move on."
"Wait, Sidney Prescott is here in Woodsboro?" Sam asks. "Is that even safe?"
Cassidy rolls her eyes. Sidney Prescott was as the media describes "A Killer Magnet" or "Killer Whore" attracting serial killers or whatnot. And many people either blamed Sidney or her mother Maureen for the deaths of countless people. Unlike those people, Cassidy doesn't blame Sidney or Maureen for those murders especially Casey's. She blames the killers themselves.
"Sam," Cassidy begs. "Please don't start."
"I'm just saying."
"What? It's all her fault that Casey is dead?" Cassidy accuse. "God why does everyone blame everything on her?"
Cassidy storms into the bookstore. Sam shakes his head.
Cassidy saw Sidney for the first time; she was shock to how different she looks. Her face has grown somewhat tired with a survivor's edge, Sidney has let her hair grow, and most of all she seems happy.
"Sidney?"
Sidney looks at her like she seen a ghost or a badly mutilated zombie.
Cassidy laughs. "No, I'm not Casey if that's what you were thinking."
"Of course not." Sidney said. "Cassidy Becker. Wow, it's been years since I last saw you."
"You look great." Cassidy said. "But I like your hair shorter though, no offense."
"None taken. And you dyed your hair red." Sidney said.
Sam moves to Cassidy's side. "Sidney this is my husband, Sam Conner."
"Nice to meet you, Sam." Sidney offers her hand.
"Same here."
"Talk about seeing a ghost." A voice said.
Cassidy and Sam turn around to see Gail Weathers. The same damned woman who made it hard for her to walk out the door without people staring. The same old woman who exploited and exaggerated Casey's death in order to get higher book sales.
"Cassidy Becker, the sister of Casey Becker."
"Oh…if it isn't Gail Weathers, author of the "Woodsboro and Windsor College Murders." Cassidy said. "So have any books on the way?"
"No, sadly." Gail laughs off. "Writer's block."
Cassidy becomes colder. "With you and your lies? I'm surprised Gail!"
"Cassidy," Sam said.
Gail was lost of words. And she felt bad, somewhat.
"Just go to hell." Cassidy curses and storms outside. Her phone rings. Cassidy signs and answers it.
"Hello?"
"Welcome home Cassidy."
Her eyes widen with fear and disgusted. It's bad enough someone wrote a book and a movie about the murders but to have it as an application to a phone where anyone can be the killer is just plain sick.
"Alright you sick fuck. Who are you and how the hell did you get this number?" Cassidy demands.
"That's not how you talk on the phone." The voice mocks.
"With you I'll make expectations." Cassidy said. "Good bye!"
Cassidy hangs up the phone. About three police cars sped out of nowhere, nearly crashing into the rental truck and Cassidy. She instantly recognizes Dewey Riley as he gets out of the police car. He was follow by three more deputies.
"Excuse me?" The blonde said, pushing Cassidy out of the way.
"Hey!" Cassidy complains. "Arrogant bitch."
She watches as the scene unfolds from inside of the bookstore. Dewey said something about tracing a phone to this location. And then a phone rings really loud. Everyone goes outside to the car behind her rental pickup. Everyone including Sidney and Gail was in the crowd. Strangely Sam was nowhere.
The phone rings again. "Hello?"
"The police are quick aren't they, Cassidy?" The voice said. "I wonder where Sam is? Strange he's not outside or with you. Reminds me of Billy Loomis, don't you?"
"I'm hanging up!"
"You hang up on me you'll die just like your sister!" The voice threatens. "Nice black blouse by the way."
Cassidy felt her stomach go into knots. "How did you…"
"That's not important."
He's not real. It's just some freak playing with my emotions. "Okay if you really who you say you are, than why don't you come after Sidney? Huh?"
"I'm not interested in Sidney."
"Oh come on." Cassidy said. "I know the deal with Sidney. So what did Maureen Prescott did to you? Huh? They always go back to her am I right?"
"Wrong! All I want is you, Cassidy."
"Why me?" Cassidy asks annoyed.
"To see how fast you can before I gut you like Stu did with Casey."
"Fuck you, creep."
"I left something in the car made especially for you."
"You're lying." Cassidy said. "What car do I have?"
"A red Dodge pickup." The voice said. "Just right behind Sidney Prescott's rental car. But don't worry, she got a surprise too."
Cassidy felt her heart pounding hard against her chest. She began to move towards the pickup. She reaches slowly for the door handle and felt something cold and thick. She pulls her hand back to see blood on her fingers.
"Open the door!" The voice demands.
"Fuck you!"
"Unless you want to be gutted in broad daylight, I suggest you open the fucking door."
Cassidy opens the front door. There was nothing out of the ordinary except a white envelope with bloody handprints. She quickly grabs it and opens it.
She was choking on a scream.
"Brings back memories doesn't it?" The call ends.
It was two pictures. One was a girl hanging from a ceiling with the walls of the living room smeared with blood. Her stomach was sliced open with her intestines pouring out. The next picture was of the crime scene photo of Casey.
Cassidy screams.
"Cassidy?" She jumps at the sound of Sam's voice. His expression was concerned and worried. "What happened? What's wrong?"
She couldn't find the words. Sam looks at the hand with the pictures. He takes it and looks at it.
"It's happening again isn't it?" Cassidy said to Sam.