Author's note: Ok so I am a big fan of Scream. This is just a little story that has the scream plot but not the same characters. I don't own this movie and I did use the conversation on the phone word for word between Casey Becker and Stu in the movie. That is not my work, I don't claim it. I am all about smart people who use their instincts and survival mode to survive. I hate blonde victims who do stupid things like stop for no reason. I think Casey Becker could have easily survived. #1 I knew the answers to all three questions. (didn't really matter he would have killed them both anyway.) #2 Never hide or look back! How stupid was it to look into the house? Just RUN!! If you just keep running they can't catch you. Anyway….at least she was smarter than Cici from the second movie. I mean she ran upstairs. I hope you like this rendition. There will be a second chappie up soon.

Fight or Flight?

Cassie's legs were hurting by this time. She had been running for about forty minutes down her country road. Her sweat cooled her body but her lungs were burning. Her blonde hair pulled up in a pony. It was a cool summer evening. The sound of her shoes on the pavement was all that disturbed the pristine nature surrounding her house.

"Just a little bit further Cassie, you can do it." she said out loud to herself.

She was about to stop when her favorite song on her ipod came on. It kept her pushing forward. Besides she had never been a quitter. She finished everything she started. She was a real go getter.

Cassie was pretty popular at school. She was in the top five of her class, she was athletic, and she was dating the valedictorian who happen to also be the captain of the wrestling team. She had many close friends that were her friends since kindergarten. Life was good and she was about to go to college to become a veterinarian. Her parents were very supportive and happy for her. The only thing holding her back was Brock.

Her boyfriend had plans to become a doctor. He had to go to medical school and she had to go to veterinary school. They would be separated. They had planned to go over their future and make a decision tonight. Cassie looked at her clock. Brock would be at her house at 9, it was 6:30. Her parents wouldn't be back until 11:00.

Cassie made it to the front of her house and collapsed into the grass. She rolled onto her back and stared at the sky. She was breathing heavily, her lungs screaming for oxygen. She loved to look at the sky. The clouds put her at peace. After her breathing had settled she walked to her house. Her driveway was really long and her yard was huge. They were a rich family and her father wanted the best of everything it seemed. Somehow she hadn't grown into him. She enjoyed the simple things and didn't flaunt her money.

Before she walked in she sat down by the little pond in her side yard. She looked across the water and remembered all the times her and her friends swam in it over the summer. It brought a smile to her face. Cassie looked up and swore she saw someone's reflection across the pond, but when she looked no one was there. She got a cold chill and ran inside.

Cassie had a habit of locking the door behind her so when she got in she did. She sat down in the living room and dialed her boyfriend's number. Someone picked up, but no one spoke.

"Hello? Brock?"

No answer, just breathing. She hung up quick.

"That was weird." She hugged herself close. She didn't like being in her big house alone, especially at night.

She walked upstairs and picked out comfortable clothes to see Brock in. She turned on the shower and got in. It was steaming hot, just the way she liked it. As the hot water poured over her body she hummed her favorite tune. While she was in the shower the little alarm in the driveway went off. It was just a little bell that told you someone pulled into the driveway.

"It must be someone turning around." She thought out loud. She didn't think anymore about it. After Cassie was done she got out and dried herself off. She got dressed and walked downstairs. The clock said 8.

"Had I been in the shower that long?" she thought to herself.

She tried to call Brock again. Still no answer.

"What is he doing?" she said frustrated.

"He usually calls me before he leaves."

She walked over to the window and looked out. No car was in the driveway. She turned the porch lights on, then walked to the kitchen.

"I guess I'll just make myself some popcorn."

Popcorn was Cassie's favorite snack. Her friends always thought it was weird to eat popcorn at home, but she didn't care, she loved it. She had just put the jiffy pop over the stove when the phone rang.

She grabbed it and answered.

"It's about time Brock!"

The voice answered. "Who's Brock?"

Cassie a little embarrassed she yelled at a total stranger apologized. "I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else. Who are you asking for?"

"I don't know."

"Well you must have the wrong number."

"What's your number?"

"What number are you trying to reach?" Cassie answered in an annoyed tone.

"I don't know."

"Then you have the wrong number. It happens all the time. Take care, bye."

Cassie hangs up and walks away. "That was a little strange."

The phone rings again.

She answers hoping it was Brock. "Hello?"

"I guess I dialed the wrong number."

Cassie laughs. "Well then why did you dial it again?"

"I wanted to apologize."

"I forgive you, bye now."

"No wait, please don't hang up. I wanna talk to you." The voice says seeming desperate.

"They have 1800 numbers for that buddy. Seeya." She hangs up.

She walks back to her popcorn and the phone rings again. She sighs and answers it.

"Yes."

"Why don't you wanna talk to me?"

"Who is this?" She was starting to get a little freaked out.

"You tell me your name, I'll tell you mine." He chuckled a little bit.

"Ha, I don't think so."

"Why won't you tell me? Is it because you have a boyfriend?"

"Awww why? You wanna ask me out on a date?"

"Maybe…."

"Well I have a boyfriend so sorry about your luck."

"Well can you at least tell me your name?"

"Why do you want to know my name?"

"Because I wanna know who I looking at."

"What?" Cassie started to panic. She looked around the room. "What did you say?"

"I wanna know who I'm talking to."

"That's not what you said." She looks around and locks the patio door.

"What do you think I said?"

She turns on the light and looks out the back. It is started to fog and it is really late.

"Where are you Brock?" She thinks to herself.

"What's wrong?"

"I gotta go. Sorry."

"I thought we were gonna go out?"

"I don't think so."

"Don't hang up on me!"

Cassie hangs up and walks toward the kitchen remembering her popcorn.

The phone rings again.

"Please!"

*beep*

"Yes!"

"I told you not to hang up on me!"

"What do you want?" Her tone getting scared.

"To talk."

"Dial someone else!" She hangs up again.

She makes it to the kitchen and her popcorn is done. It is pouring out smoke. She goes to grab it when the phone rings again.

"Listen asshole!"

He interrupts her. "No! You listen you little bitch! If you hang up on me again I'll gut you like a fish! You understand…..yeah."

Cassie realizes this is serious at this point. She starts to slowly back up.

"Is this some kind of joke?"

"More of a game really…….can you handle that blondie?"

This sent her over the edge. This freak was somewhere watching her. She ran through the house locking all the doors. She stopped at the front door. It was already locked. She peered through the top window.

"Can you see me?"

She was breathing heavily like earlier today, but for a different reason. This time she was scared.

"I am two seconds away from calling the police." She fought back the tears that were forming.

"They'd never make it in time. We're out in the middle of nowhere."

"What do you want?" She was pleading by this time.

"To see what your insides look like."

She hung up and started crying. She could no longer hold back the tears.

The doorbell rings as she walks away. It makes her jump and cry out.

"Who's there?......who's there? I'm calling the police."

As she reaches for the phone it rings and makes her jump a second time.

"You should never say "who's there?" Don't you watch scary movies? It's a death wish. You might as well come out to investigate a strange noise or something."

Sobbing now she responds "Look, you've had your fun now, so I think you better just leave or else."

"Or else what?"

"Or my boyfriend will be here any minute and he will be pissed when he finds out."

The voice just laughs.

"It won't be funny when he shows up and kicks the shit out of you!"

"Oh I'm shaking in my boots."

"No! He's big and he wrestles!"

"His name wouldn't happen to be Brock would it?"

Cassie stopped breathing for a moment. "How did you know?"

"Turn on the patio lights….again."

"No!" She turns around and turns on the patio lights.

She slowly looks out and sees Brock tied to a chair. His mouth is covered. He is looking at her with pleading eyes.

"Oh God no!" She starts to unlock the door to save him.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you!"

She quickly closes the door. "Where are you! Where are you?"

"Guess!"

"Please don't hurt him…..please."

"That all depends on you."

"Why are you doing this?"

"I wanna play a game." He says in a sick twisted voice.

"No…no."

"Then he dies right now!"

"No! Please!"

"Which is it then? Play or he dies!"

"No! I am not going to play a helpless victim!" Cassie grabs her older brother's baseball bat from the closet and runs out the back patio and starts untying Brock.

"Thank you Cass. Where is he?" She hugged him.

"I don't care! Let's get out of here!" She starts to head for the driveway, but Brock pulls her arm.

"No I think we should just call the police. Go into the house and I'll take the bat."

She starts to sob again. "Why? We can just run until we get to town. Anything is better than staying here. Please."

"Just do as I say!" Cassie didn't like Brock's tone or idea.

She ran into the house and grabbed the phone. He was still on the other line.

"You had to go and break the rules! Now he dies!"

Cassie runs to the patio. "No! Brock!"

He looks at her. "What?"

The killer takes this moment to strike. With Brock not paying attention and looking at Cassie he darts out from the bushes and slices his neck right in front of her.

"No!!!"

The killer finishes and looks at her. He is wearing some sort of ghost face costume.

Cassie screams and runs to lock the patio door. She backs up as he runs his knife against the window making a screeching noise.

"Why are you doing this? Leave me alone!"

He runs and gets a chair and throws it in the window. Cassie screams as the door is broken. She runs through the house. The fire alarm is on and the house is filled with smoke. She grabs a kitchen knife from the counter and rushes out the side door.

She looks in and sees him looking for her inside. She crawls to the next window and looks in. He turns around just in time to see her and breaks the window grabbing her arm.

"Ahhh! Let go!" She punches his face and starts running. She gets to where Brock was and he is still moving. He hadn't bled out yet.

"Cassie please help me." He manages to say through gasps.

"I'm sorry Brock." She can't save both of them. While she is standing there thinking about what to do she sees car lights.

"It's my parents! I'll be back hold on!" She thanked God they were home early.

The window crashes just as she walks by and the killer tackles Cassie to the ground. She scrambles up and sprints for her parents.

He catches up grabs a hold of her and stabs her in the chest. The whole thing felt slow motion. She collapses from the blow onto her back. She couldn't even feel the pain, just the warmness of the blood pouring out. The adrenaline was pumping and all she wanted to do was get to her parents. She kicked him off and crawled to her feet. She began to run again.

"Mom! Please!" She managed to choke out. She was feeling dizzy by this time. She turned just in time to dodge another strike. This was her chance to survive. She had to fight. With the strength left in her she kicked him again, then elbowed him in the back while he was down. Her parents were calling her name. She ran into the house and her mother was crying.

"Oh thank God! Cassie what happened? Why are you bleeding!"

"No time! Call the police!" All she could think about was that she made it. She followed her instincts and fought for her life. She hoped Brock was still alive. Her father headed for the door and her world went black.

When her father went outside no one was there. The killer had fled. Cassie blacked out just after her dad went outside.