Are you as surprised as I am that I'm writing something NOT related to Dan and Phil?
This is technically a remake, as the original trilogy (Yes, trilogy) was posted over on fictionpress, back when I thought I had original ideas. Naturally, a lot of people said it was similar to Scream, and after FIVE years, I've returned to fix the story. I've learned so much since then, and I'm hoping to give a successful rebirth to the trilogy that started my amateur writing career. So sit back, grab some popcorn, and enjoy the show!
As always, reviews are cherished, and I love you all!
-Justin
Riiiiiiiiiiing.
"Hello?"
"Where are you?"
Lucy Stevens let out a sigh as she parted her pink lips to answer. Kate Marston waited on the other end of the line. Loud music could be heard in the background, and Kate pressed the phone tighter to her ear to hear better. Lucy ran a hand roughly through her dark hair. Rain pelted the windows outside Lucy's house.
Finally, she spoke. "At the house."
"What?" Kate screeched, causing Lucy to make a face and hold the phone a couple inches from her cheek. "You promised."
"Something came up," Lucy lied, leaning back into the couch cushion. Truthfully, she'd only told Kate she'd be there so Kate would stop asking her to go. She had no interest in these…underground parties, as Kate had called them. But Kate knew her too well.
"You chickened out," Kate corrected, twisting a finger through her blond curls. She couldn't be mad, though. She knew how Lucy was. They were opposite ends of the spectrum when it came to socializing and going out. More than once, she'd been asked how they ended up together. She made a small noise of assent before saying, "Don't worry about it, love."
"I'm sorry," Lucy promised. "I wanted to come, you know I did"-
"Babe, chill," Kate cut in, giggling softly. "It's okay. I'll be over in twenty." She paused a moment before adding, "I love you."
"Love you, too," Lucy replied right before the line went dead. She pulled the phone away and stared at it a moment before dropping it down beside her on the sofa. She couldn't help but smile, despite the fact that Kate often made things very difficult. She figured it was just Kate's strange way of helping her open up more. Whatever the case, she was glad for it. Kate was the only one who knew how she was and still wanted to be around her.
Riiiiiiiing!
Lucy grabbed for the phone on the second ring. "Kate," she began, half-smiling.
"Who's Kate?" asked the voice on the other line. Lucy's eyes widened slightly as she realized.
"Oh, s-sorry," Lucy blurted out. "I'm sorry, I thought"- She pursed her lips suddenly as the words got stuck in her throat. She licked her lips to try again. She'd always hated when this happened- her throat closing up and cutting off what she was trying to say.
"Hey, it's alright," the man- it sounded like a man, at least- soothed in a strangely calming voice. Lucy found herself breathing easier already. "I must've dialed wrong."
"Yeah," Lucy agreed in a whisper, wishing she could make herself louder. "Well, have a good night, sir."
"Wait, wait," he said, causing her to jump slightly. "Don't go so soon." Pause. "We've only just met."
"We haven't really met," Lucy reminded him. She was already preparing to press the 'end call' button, because this guy was making her anxious. She held the phone in front of her face, fingers hovering over the screen.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Lucy yelped and pressed the button, cutting the stranger off. The silence that followed was almost overwhelming, and she sat back again, feeling the weight in her chest. She stared up at the ceiling, breathing heavily.
Riiiiiiiing!
Lucy stared at the phone, unblinking. Unknown Caller screamed before her eyes, and she did something she never thought she'd ever do.
She touched the screen and answered the call.
"I told you not to hang up on me, you little bitch." Any inflection of the calm demeanor this man was attempting had vanished, leaving a cold snarl in its place.
"Wow," Lucy retorted, feeling a strange sense of confidence. "Zero to one hundred real quick." She sucked in a ragged breath as she prepared her next sentence, but she was cut off by the sound of someone pounding the door. Lucy ended the call without another word and hopped up with a smile to go let her girlfriend in.
"Hey, baby," Kate greeted, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Lucy's cheek. Lucy pulled her into a hug and held her in the doorway for a moment before Kate let out a squeal of, "Back up, let me in. I'm getting soaked!" Her hands went to Lucy's shoulders.
"Whoops." They stepped back together, Kate still holding Lucy, until Lucy was pressed against the wall across from the door. Kate slid a palm up to hold the side of Lucy's face and had just touched their lips together when Lucy's phone began ringing again.
"You okay?" Kate asked when she realized how tense Lucy was. Lucy turned her head slightly, enough to catch a glimpse of her phone's screen lighting up. She couldn't read the words from this far away, but she had a feeling she knew who was calling. "Lucy."
"He keeps calling," Lucy finally said, swallowing the lump that had built in her throat. She turned back to look at Kate with wide eyes. "I don't know. It's probably Ken." Ken Stevens was a friend of theirs, known throughout the school for his class-clown antics. With a grunt, Kate pushed away from Lucy and stalked over to the sofa, snatching up the phone and answering it in one fluid motion. She huffed as she opened her mouth to tell Ken off.
"Put Lucy on," the voice hissed before Kate could say anything. She side-eyed the screen in disbelief, wondering how the stranger knew. Lucy made her way slowly across the living room.
"Sorry, but I'm screening all calls from psychos," Kate said. "Would you care to leave a message?"
Crash!
"Check the kitchen." Click.
"What was that?" Lucy whispered furiously, latching onto Kate's side. "Was that him?"
"Hang on," Kate said, taking a step toward the kitchen door. Lucy's grip tightened on her arm, and she glanced back to say, "Luce, it's okay." She placed a hand over Lucy's and added, "Stay here. I'll check it out and be right back."
Lucy scowled, clearly not wanting them to separate, but she trusted Kate. She sat down on the edge of the sofa and clasped her hands together in her lap. Sometimes she really hated how anxious she got for seemingly no reason. It was obviously Ken doing this! He'd probably thrown a pot or something to scare them. He knew they'd be together tonight. "It's got to be Ken," she muttered to herself as Kate marched toward the kitchen.
"Alright, asshole," Kate announced, kicking the door open with the heel of her boot. Right away, she could see shards of glass on the tile floor that must have been the source of the crashing sound. As she looked around, she noticed the window was broken- that must be where the glass came from. There was a crumbling brick lying in front of the stove; Kate decided that must have been the reason for the broken window. "Show yourself. I know you're in here."
"Don't do anything stupid," Lucy called out.
"Don't worry," Kate called back, echoing the words she said to Lucy on an almost hourly basis. Kate took a step toward the silver sink that was situated underneath the shattered window frame and jumped right back when another brick came sailing through the darkness. Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she answered it without looking at the screen.
"I won't miss again," was all she heard, and the line went dead before she could respond. Despite the aura she was trying to give off- for Lucy's sake, of course- she had to admit, this whole thing was a little more than creepy. Even if it was Ken's idea of a joke, he'd seriously almost hit her with that brick.
"Cut the shit, Ken," Kate said loudly, expecting him to pop up in the window frame. Once you called him out on it, he usually gave up. She screamed when, instead of Ken's chubby face, she saw a black figure appear. Kate's eyes darted to the back door two feet from the window and she ran, grabbing the knob right as the stranger began pounding the glass. Thankfully, it was locked, but that didn't seem to be a problem as the man brought his gloved fist back and shoved it through, sending shards of glass flying everywhere. Kate threw an arm over her face and held a firm grip on the doorknob with the other. For the first time, Kate noticed his face- well, whatever was covering his face. The guy looked like a ghost with the pasty mask shrouding his features, and the too-big grin built into the plastic was more than unsettling.
"You look uglier than normal in that getup," Kate scoffed, causing him to tilt his head to the side. A half-second later, his arm shot out, something glinted in the moonlight, and Kate shrieked in pain as the blade sliced across her forearm. The hand that had been holding the knob moved to cover the wound, and she stared at the ghost-faced man in horror. "Ken, what the hell?"
He shook his head once before lunging. Kate didn't have time to move out of the way when the knife came down again, this time in her shoulder. She let out a groan and tried to shove him away, but he only stood there a moment, watching as she slowly slid to the floor. His head tilted up, toward the doorway that separated them from Lucy, and Kate knew what he planned to do.
"Don't touch her, you psycho," Kate growled, reaching blindly for something to hold on to. She finally palmed the countertop and struggled back to her feet, glaring at the man who stood in complete silence. She could feel the energy draining out of her- he must have hit an artery, and now she found it almost impossible to even stand upright, let alone move. He held the knife at his side, blade dripping with her blood. She glanced down at it, noticing with wide eyes how large the blood stain was on her shirt, and said, "That all you've got?"
It was the wrong thing to say.
X
Lucy flew off the sofa when she heard Kate scream. She headed for the kitchen door, expecting the worst, when she heard the gurgling sound. It was all too similar to the way it sounded when they used to blow bubbles in their milk in elementary school. "Kate?" She called out tentatively. One hand touched the swinging door, and she pushed.
"Katie?" She called out once more before she saw it. Kate was on the floor, slumped over, a pool of blood slowly growing around her body. Lucy's jaw dropped, but she didn't scream, not even when she realized exactly what had happened. She could only stand there in stunned silence as a black-robed figure came at her from the side. She turned to face him at the last second, locking eyes with the crimson-tipped silver blade right as it was thrust into her stomach.
She staggered back and the knife was yanked out, dripping with fresh blood. She took a last look at her now dead girlfriend and swiped a thumb under both eyes before turning on her heels and stumbling as fast as she could toward the front door. In hindsight, she should've known it wouldn't work.
She felt the hand on her shoulder as she reached for the deadbolt. Two fingers pinched the lock and she twisted, falling to her knees when the knife sank into her back, right between her shoulder blades. The door popped open a crack and she sprawled out, a new pool of blood forming where she laid. Rough hands turned her over so she was on her back, pain shooting through her spine at the pressure. The man hovered over her with a pale, open-mouthed stare plastered onto his face. He raised the knife above his head, and Lucy lashed out, earning herself a slash to the wrist. Bright red oozed out, dripping in ribbons to the carpet. Before Lucy could even react, the knife was poised again, and a leather-clad hand brought it down to her chest, buried to the hilt.
Lucy let out a little whimper, gurgled a bit as blood dribbled over her lips, and then she twitched once before going still. The killer took hold of the knife and pulled it free before standing up and wiping it clean on his robe. He took a look around and walked back to the kitchen, admiring his work before disappearing through the back door and into the night.
A/N: Hey I hope you liked it. Have a good day, drink plenty of water, and don't murder your friends.
