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-X-

Bianca Desousa was seriously pissed off! She'd been waiting on her boyfriend Drew Torres to get off of football practice for over an hour now! They'd had plans all week for a cheesy horror movie marathon tonight and he'd promised that for once he would actually be on time! So much for that! Bianca was the hottest girl in their freshman class and she didn't wait around for anyone, she didn't have to. When she and Drew had first gotten together, he'd actually been dating miss goodie two shoes Allie Bandhari at the time. Bianca didn't claim to be innocent in the situation one bit, especially considering it had been her idea to fool around behind Allie's back not Drew's, but she couldn't help herself from not trusting him one damn bit. It's not that she'd ever caught Drew sneaking around behind her back or anything but you know they say...if they cheat with you they'll cheat on you.

And Drew had a tendency to always be late no matter what he was doing. It made Bianca feel like shit...like his time was so much more important than hers or something. Since when did Bad Ass B, as her friends liked to call her, wait around all night for a guy? Since when did Bad Ass B become so damn...girly? Why did she even give a damn about Drew anyways? He had just started as a conquest to her. Bianca had never been shy around boys and she developed faster than any other girl she knew so they had been chasing her since grade seven. She found that she liked the male attention..so much so that she lost her virginity when she was only fourteen a few weeks before school had started. Most girls her age would feel ashamed but Bianca didn't. She enjoyed sex way more than she expected she would and she was horrible at relationships so she just kind of starting fooling around with a bunch of different guys.

Drew was the first guy to ever see past her I don't give a shit attitude and actually tried to break down her walls. He'd been the first person ever to give a damn and Bianca couldn't help but fall for him. It had been almost six months since he'd left Allie and he and Bianca went official and he had yet to do anything to screw it up. Bianca felt kind of guilty for accusing him of cheating all the time but what was she supposed to think when he was over an hour late and wasn't answering her texts or calls?

"Fuck him, I'm not gonna let him ruin my night!" she declared to an empty living room.

Bianca sorted through the movies she'd rented just for the occasion and decided on her favorite one, Halloween! The original of course, she couldn't handle that Rob Zombie bullshit. Way too violent for her tastes. She popped the DVD in and went into the kitchen to make some popcorn.

The only kind they had in the cupboard was the stupid old kind you had to pop over the stove. Ugh, that was so annoying! She asked her mom to get one damn thing for her at the store this week and that was normal microwave popcorn..with so much butter you can barely taste the popcorn! Ugh! Why didn't her damn parents EVER listen to her?

"Hi I'm the DeSousas...we're never home to be with our daughter because we're too busy out making money...yeah we have nice things and a giant house but our daughter hates us." Bianca mocked her parents while she started up the stove and put the popcorn on.

"Hi I'm Drew, I claim I'm not cheating on my girlfriend but I probably am...and I have douchebag hair!" she mocked Drew's voice next.

BRNNNNNG!

Bianca started when the house phone rang. Who the hell was that? Who the hell even used land lines anymore anyways? She rolled her eyes.

"Hello?" she asked angrier than she meant to.

"Hello?" a deep male voice responded.

"yes?" she asked, slightly annoyed.

"Who is this?" the voice asked.

Bianca rolled her eyes.

"Um who are you trying to call?" she asked in a "you're a fucking idiot" voice.

She heard a deep chuckle from the other line.

"Oh..I'm sorry...I think I might have dialed the wrong number."

"You're forgiven..bye now!" she hung up.

She didn't have time for this shit! Bianca hung the cordless back on the charger and went back to shaking the popcorn tin. If you didn't shake it enough, it burned so easy. Hence why she wanted the microwavable kind, MOM.

Her phone chimed with a new text. Thinking it was Drew, she went to answer it but saw it was only her guy friend Bruce the Moose asking if she knew where the big party was tonight.

Big party? That must be where the hell Drew was! He had probably forgotten all about their date! JERK. She texted Bruce back to let her know if he ran into Drew when he got to the party and fumed in silence for a few minutes. The house phone rang again. What the hell?

"Hello?" she answered a little nicer this time.

It was the same deep creepy voice she'd heard a few minutes before.

"Oh I'm sorry, I guess I dialed the wrong number."

Bianca sighed angrily.

"So why'd you dial it again?"

"To talk." he said back almost shyly.

Oh god a heavy breather. Or prank call. Or lonely old man. Either way, she didn't have time for it.

"Well dial someone else!" she almost hung up when he stopped her.

"Wait, why don't you want to talk to me?" the voice asked.

"Because I don't have time for this!" she was starting to get pissed.

Who was this dude anyways?

"Oh I'm sorry, are you in the middle of something?" he asked almost flirting with her.

Normally Bianca would call him a perv and tell him to get lost but she was kind of lonely to be honest. And pissed off at Drew. She didn't know who this creep was but at least SOMEONE wanted to talk to her.

"...not really..just getting ready to watch a movie." she admitted, changing her tone to be a little sweeter.

"Oh, yeah? Which one?"

Bianca smiled at his excited voice. What a nerd.

"Oh just some scary movie." she said as she shook the popcorn again.

"I love scary movies..hey what's that noise?"

Bianca was a little creeped out he could hear the popcorn through the phone but thought nothing of it at first.

"Oh I'm just making popcorn."

"Popcorn? I love popcorn!"

Bianca laughed. He sounded like a five year old or something.

"What movie are you watching anyways?" he asked after a moment of silence.

Bianca turned away from the popcorn and leaned on the counter.

"Halloween! You know the one where the guy in the white mask walks around and stalks babysitters?" she pulled a giant knife out of the butcher block on the counter as they talked.

She twirled it around in her hands and looked at her reflection in the blade. Ugh, she was so pathetic! She was so lonely for Drew that she was sitting here talking to some creep prank caller on the phone. She needed to get a life and fast!

"I love that one! It's my favorite. What's yours."

Bianca wasn't really paying attention anymore. huh?

"Favorite what?" she was starting to get bored.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" the voice asked, almost ominously.

She felt chills run through her spine at the question but didn't really know why. There was nothing to be afraid of, this guy was probably just bored and lonely like her. Maybe she even knew him!

"Um...I don't know.." she replied trying to picture who was on the other end.

Was it that junior guy that worked at the video store, JT Yorke? He was the mascot and Bianca was on the spirit squad. He was goofy and always playing tricks on people. Maybe he was prank calling all the girls or something?

"Oh, come on you have to have a favorite! What comes to mind?"

The guy sounded so excited that Bianca forced herself to get back into the conversation. Maybe if she talked to him a little longer she could figure out who it was?

"Hmm...A Nightmare on Elm Street!" she said honestly.

"Is that the one where the guy has knives for fingers?"

"Yeah, Freddy Krueger!"

"Freddy, that's right! That movie was scary."

Bianca rolled her eyes.

"Yeah well the first one was, but the rest sucked." she said as she shook the popcorn again.

The guy chuckled on the other end and Bianca heard a dog bark and a noise from outside. What the hell was that? She suddenly got a little spooked. Maybe she should go around and make sure all the doors were locked? This house was pretty big...and she WAS alone.

"So do you have a boyfriend?" the guy asked as Bianca started down the hallway, checking to be sure the side doors and patio doors were locked.

"Why do you wanna ask me out on a date?" she joked, finally making her way to the front door and locking it.

Well at least she knew the house was secure now!

"Maybe...do you have a boyfriend?" he asked.

Bianca stared down at her cell phone on the counter. Drew still hadn't called or texted. Maybe she didn't have a boyfriend after tonight!

"No." she answered.

"So, what's your name?"

Bianca giggled and opened the fridge for a caffeine jolt. She'd need it if she was going to stay up and watch horror movies and rage in protest of Drew all night.

"Why do you want to know my name?" she joked grabbing a monster from the fridge and closing it with her butt.

She leaned back on the counter and popped the top.

"Because I want to know who I'm looking at."

Bianca's hand froze mid-air. She put the drink down and found herself looking out the back glass doors onto the patio. The night was dark and misty but she didn't see anything...at least she didn't think.

"What did you say?" she was officially creeped the fuck out.

"I said I want to know who I'm talking to."

No...he didn't say that! He said LOOKING AT. Oh, god.

"That's not what you said!" she shrieked at him.

Bianca crossed over to the back door and turned on the patio lights. The backyard and swimming pool illuminated.

"What do you think I said?" he sounded different.

His tone was almost...cruel..calculating now when just minutes before he was flirty and shy.

"Look..I...I gotta go!" she turned the patio lights off and ripped the phone away from her ear like it was on fire.

"Don't hang up on me!" she heard him yell through the phone but she did it anyways.

What a fucking psycho!

Bianca's hand was shaking as she went over to the stove to turn off the burner. The popcorn had started smoking and it was ruined now. She used a hand towel to move the hot metal to the sink and turned on the cold water. More smoke poured into the room as the metal cooled off. She was just starting to calm her nerves when the house phone rang again.

No! No fucking way! She looked at the caller ID and saw BLOCKED NUMBER flashing. Ugh, it had to be HIM. She wasn't answering it! In fact, she didn't even want to hear it ring anymore! Bianca pulled the plug from the wall and the shrieking sound finally stopped. She breathed a sigh of relief and picked up her cell. She was calling Bruce to come pick her up. She was going to the party after all! No way in hell was she staying here after that!

Just as she was about to dial Bruce she heard a loud noise coming from the living room and dropped her phone. It clanged loudly on the tile floor. Bianca looked up and saw that the DVD had started playing in the living room on it's own like it did when you waited too long to press start. It was the beginning of Halloween with that creepy music playing.

Dun dun dun...dun dun dun..DUN!

Bianca rolled her eyes and grabbed the remote. She turned the tv off and leaned down to pick up her phone praying that the screen wasn't shattered. Luckily it wasn't and she breathed a sigh of relief. She went to dial Bruce again when her phone rang. It startled her so much she almost dropped it again.

"SHIT!" she yelled.

It was Drew calling. Thank god!

"Finally! Where the hell have you been?" she practically yelled into the phone.

"I told you not to hang up on me!" it was the voice from the house phone...and he sounded pissed.

What the fuck? Was this Drew the entire time just fucking with her?

"Drew? Was it you the whole time?" Bianca sounded angry but she was secretly relieved.

Thank god it was only her asshole boyfriend playing a joke on her and not some psycho killer.

"Drew? Who's Drew?" the voice asked.

Bianca rolled her eyes.

"Ha, ha very funny. You know you made me burn the popcorn you jerk!"

"Oh right, Drew's the boyfriend you claimed you didn't have." the voice taunted her.

"Oh come on. I knew it was you! Why do you think I said I didn't have a boyfriend. I was fucking with you like how you're fucking with me now."

"I'm not fucking around here." the voice was angry and cruel sounding again.

Bianca had never heard Drew sound like that in her life. Even if he WAS using something to change the sound of his voice, Drew wasn't a malicious guy. She'd never even heard him sound angry let alone...menacing.

"Drew, stop being weird. Look are you coming over or not?" she was starting to get freaked out again.

"I never got to tell you what my favorite scary movie was."

Bianca was confused. What was he babbling about?

"Oh come on Drew, that isn't very original of you. I'm kind of disappointed." she rolled her eyes.

"Maybe that's because I'm not Drew!" the voice yelled.

Bianca froze.

"Well...w-who are you then?"

"The question isn't who am I, the question is WHERE am I?"

Bianca was officially starting to get freaked the fuck out.

"The question is, if you aren't Drew then why the hell do you have his phone?" Bianca talked tough but she was actually shaking like a leaf.

"Because want to play a game!" the voice answered.

"What kind of game?" she might as well ask.

"Turn on the patio lights...again! You'll see what kind of game."

Oh, god he HAD been watching her! No way in hell was she going over to turn on the patio lights! NO WAY.

"I-is this some kind of j-joke?" she couldn't keep her voice from shaking even though she was trying to sound tough.

"I told you, it's more of a game really. Think you can handle that...polka dot?"

Bianca looked down at her outfit. She was wearing white skinny jeans and a black and white polka dot tank top. Ok either he knew her and had seen what she was wearing at school or this guy really was lurking outside of her house. No fucking way! She hung up her cell. She went to call 911 when her doorbell rang repeatedly.

The noise scared her and her shaking hands dropped her phone again.

"W-who's there? Who's there?" she choked out, tears streaming down her face.

She was officially terrified.

"I'm calling the police!" she yelled and reached down to grab her phone.

It rang in her hands. Drew's number again. She answered it without saying anything.

"Who's there? Don't you ever watch scary movies you dumb bitch! You might as well have just gone outside to investigate a strange noise or something!" he mocked her.

Bianca tried to control her tears and put the angry bitch tone back in her voice.

"Look, you've had your fun so you better just leave now...or else!" she yelled at him hoping it would work.

"Oh I'm scared. I'm shaking in my boots!" he taunted.

She sucked in her tears and started yelling.

"I'm serious! My boyfriend will be here any minute and he's going to be pissed when he finds out!"

"I thought you didn't have a boyfriend." the voice on the other end of the phone almost sounded...bored?

"I lied! I do have a boyfriend! He's big and he plays football and he'll beat the shit out of you!" Bianca was basically just screaming now.

If the guy was outside her house he could hear her anyway.

"You're forgetting one thing, Bianca."

"What's that?"

"If I called you from your boyfriend's phone, do you really think he's still alive?"

Bianca's heart dropped and she realized he was right, he had been calling her from Drew's phone. She sank down to her feet and leaned against the counter crying. Oh god.

"You..you killed him?" she whispered.

The voice laughed. He actually fucking laughed at her terror!

"Not quite yet...I told you I wanted to play a game. Go turn on the patio lights."

Bianca reluctantly got up and crossed over to the glass patio doors. She turned on the lights and the backyard lit up again. But this time, Drew was tied to a chair in front of the pool. He had blood dripping down a cut on his face and had obviously been beaten up. He was screaming behind the duct tape that was slapped over his mouth and his eyes were wide with terror. She could tell he was yelling her name.

"Oh god!" Bianca went to unlock the door to get to him.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you!" the voice yelled angrily at her.

She heard Drew's muffled voice screaming "no Bianca no!" from behind his gag. She shut the door and relocked it.

She couldn't see anyone else in the backyard.

"Where are you?" she cried into the phone.

"It's time to play the game, Bianca."

"No!" she wailed into the phone, still staring out at Drew.

"Then he dies right now!" the voice yelled.

"No! NO!"

"Then which is it?"

Bianca just kept saying no over and over as more tears streamed down her face.

"Which is it?" the voice yelled at her and she knew he was serious.

If she didn't play his game he was going to kill Drew! She had to at least try and save him!

"What kind of game?" she whispered.

"Turn off the patio lights, you'll see what kind of game."

Bianca gave Drew one final look and mouthed "I love you" before turning off the lights. She heard his muffled cries yelling for her but she forced herself to look away. While she was standing by the light switch, she turned off the living room lights so that he couldn't see her from outside. She crouched behind the counter and heard him laugh at her from the other end.

"Good girl. This will all be over soon."

"What kind of game?" she asked more confidently.

She was sick of his taunting. He either needed to kill her or get this show on the road.

"Movie trivia...and it's on your favorite topic! Horror movies!"

Bianca didn't say anything.

"Oh come on, we'll even start with a warm up question! Who's the killed in Halloween?"

Bianca just kept whispering no.

"Oh come on, it's your favorite! It's the one with the guy in the white mask that stalks babysitters…"

"I can't do this..I won't.." she whispered.

"Come on, Bianca. Drew's counting on you."

Bianca took a deep breath. She had to get her shit together or they'd both be dead!

"Michael. Michael Myers."

"Yes! That's correct!"

Bianca bittered at his excited tone. How could THIS excite someone? Sick fuck.

"Alright, it's time to play for real this time."

"No…" she wailed into the phone.

She was done trying to sound tough. She was shaking to badly she could barely hold the phone and she was fucking terrified. When were her parents going to be home? God, didn't someone realize what was happening? Her neighbors were kind of far away. Could she run away and get to them in time?

"Answer the question or he dies!"

"No! I'll answer! I'll answer!" she yelled quickly.

He chuckled at her.

"Good. Who was the killer in Friday the 13th?"

"Jason! It's Jason! JASON!" Bianca stood up and screamed into the phone.

"Nope, I'm sorry that's the wrong answer!"

"No it's not it's Jason! I saw that movie a hundred fucking times!" Bianca argued.

"Then you'd know Mrs. Voorhees was the original killer. Jason didn't show up until the sequel!"

Bianca's heart nearly stopped. Oh, god. He was right. STUPID! She was so stupid! How could she get that one wrong?

"No! Oh..just give me one more! One more question!"

"Sorry babe, that wasn't the deal. Lucky for you, there's a bonus round. But poor Drew, I'm afraid he's out!"

"No!" Bianca ran to the patio door to turn on the lights but she was too late.

Drew had been gutted. His intestines were spilled out onto the patio. His blood was everywhere, even dripping into the pool turning it a deep red.

Bianca was screaming and crying. She heard noises everywhere but didn't know where the killer was. She heard him laughing at her, taunting her from the other line. She hung up on him and dialed 911, grabbing the knife from the butcher block she had been inspecting before.

Her cell phone made a beeping noise. The call was lost. What? She tried calling again but her phone blinked at her that she had no reception. What the hell? Oh god. Maybe he had one of those cell phone jammer things? She had seen it in that JLO movie where she beat her abusive husband to death. It was a simple device you could get at any radioshack store that jammed any cell phone reception from a certain range. She had to get out of this house! Her parents had both the cars and she didn't have one yet because she wasn't old enough to drive so that wasn't an option. She had to run! Her best bet was to get far enough away to get a signal again or make it to the neighbors, whichever came first!

Before she could make a decision on which way to run the chair containing Drew's body flew through the glass patio doors shattering glass everywhere. Bianca screamed and ran in the other direction. She ran out to the garage and through the side door. She closed the door quietly behind her and forced herself to slow her breathing. Her best bet now was to be as quiet as possible so that he didn't find her. She had to get the hell out of here. She looked around and didn't see anyone so she took off running towards the neighbor's house. She saw a car coming down the road. It was Bruce! He must have come over to pick her up when he couldn't get ahold of her! Thank god!

Bianca started running towards his car screaming his name. Bruce had his music blasting so loud that he didn't hear her and he was looking down at his phone so he didn't see her waving her hands and running towards him. A figure shrouded in a black costume with a white ghostface jumped out from behind a tree and grabbed Bianca from behind. She screamed and tried to fight him but it was useless, he stabbed her in the chest and she fell to the ground. By the time Bruce looked up and pulled into her driveway, he had missed the entire exchange.

Bianca knew she was dying. She wanted to scream but everytime she tried she choked. She knew he must have punctured her lung or something and she was slowly drowning herself in her own blood. The figure leaned down over her and raised his knife to finish her off. Bianca weakly reached her hand up to his face and he let her.

"Who are you." she croaked out, feeling bursts of pain with every word.

She removed his mask and her eyes widened in recognition. She didn't make another sound as his knife plunged into her again and again even long after she was dead.

-X-

"B? B you home?" Bruce walked in the unlocked front door as he always did.

He and Bianca had known each other since kindergarten and had been best friends their whole lives. He knew she was pissed at Drew so he stopped over to get her before the party even though she said she didn't want to go. He was going to drag her ass there and force her to make up with Drew whether the two of them liked it or not! He hated it when Bianca was sad, she was an even bigger bitch than usual!

"B!" he yelled louder making his way down the long hallway to the living room.

He pulled out his phone to text back Johnny and his foot crunched over something. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked up. The patio doors were shattered in and someone was tied up to a chair that had obviously been thrown through them.

"Oh god...Drew? DREW!" Bruce ran over to his friend and leaned down.

Drew's lifeless eyes stared back at him and Bruce almost lost it. There was blood everywhere and pieces of Drew's intestines were hanging out of his torn up gut. Bruce held back his vomit. Oh, god Bianca!

"Bianca!" Bruce started screaming her name as he pulled out his phone to call 911.

It wouldn't work. His phone kept telling him that he didn't have a signal. Shit! He ran outside to try and find his friend and that's when he saw it. Bianca. She was hanging from the tree in the front yard. She'd been strung up by the tire swing she and Bruce used to play on as kids. She was gutted and blood dripped down her white pants and pooled at her feet dripping slowly off of her.

"Oh god B!" Bruce ran to her but halfway there he knew she was dead.

He looked around him. His friends had been murdered and his phone had no signal. He didn't feel safe. Bruce the Moose had never been a smart dude, but he made the smartest decision of his life and ran to his car, locking the doors behind him. He started it up quickly and pulled out of the driveway like a bat out of hell, speeding to the police station. Halfway back to town his phone finally worked again and he called the 911, reporting the murder. He still didn't stop until he made it to the sheriff's station, though. He was too freaked out. He screeched his car to a stop and didn't even bother turning off the engine before running inside.

"Help! I need help!" he screamed.

Everything that happened after that was all big blur. The old lady receptionist tried to calm him down while a few officers came running out to try and subdue him. Once they realized he had been the one that had called just minutes before, they got him calmed down and put him in a interview room. Bruce recognized one his classmates, Dave Turner, his father was the sheriff. Mr. Turner sat down at the table and gave Bruce a bottle of water.

"Sheriff, what's going on?" Bruce asked, tears streaming down his face.

Once his anger had subsided and he had calmed down a little bit, that's when the situation had really hit him. His friend was dead.

Mr. Turner sighed and gave him a look.

"I don't know son. I just sent some officers out to the address you gave me. We're waiting to hear back."

"You believe me, don't you?" Bruce asked.

He was a troublemaker and always had been. It wasn't his first time meeting Dave's dad. He'd been here several times in the past few years.

The sheriff sighed.

"Let's just wait and see what the officers have to say Bruce. In the meantime your parents are on their way."

Bruce nodded. It was the first time he'd be glad for his parents to pick him up at the police station.

"Sheriff Turner!" the receptionist yelled from the front desk.

"What's up Rhonda?" he yelled back.

"Tell Bruce he left his car running outside. He better go turn that thing off!"

The sheriff looked at Bruce disapprovingly but Bruce still looked pretty terrified to leave.

"Come on, let's go outside and get your car parked right." he said getting up.

Bruce seemed to be ok with going out there if the sheriff was with him. They both walked outside and the sheriff watched Bruce park his car in a nearby spot and turn off the engine. When Bruce walked back he saw the sheriff look white as a sheet which was hard to do considering Mr. Turner was black.

"What is it?" Bruce asked.

Sheriff Turner pointed to the back of Bruce's car.

"Looks like you weren't lying." he said.

On the back bumper of Bruce's car, written in his friend's blood, were the words "you're lucky"

Bruce passed out.

The sheriff went to catch him and lowered him slowly to the ground. Just as he was about to yell to Rhonda for help the radio at his shoulder crackled with his newest deputy Spinner Mason's voice.

"Sheriff! Sheriff you there?"

"I'm here, Spin." he tried to sound as calm a possible knowing this wasn't going to be good.

"Oh, god Sheriff you better get out here! It's bad! There's blood everywhere!"

The sheriff sighed. Not now. It had been almost exactly a year since the murder of that woman last year. Their small town couldn't handle another one.

"How bad?" he nearly whispered back.

"One vic in the kitchen, tied to a chair. His insides on the outside...and the girl...she's strung up from a tree gutted like an animal sir." Spinner's voice cracked a little when he said it.

The sheriff knew it had to be bad if it freaked out Spinner who usually had a gut of steel when it came to this kind of thing. He could be a real idiot sometimes, but the guy could handle blood.

"I'll be right there. Call in...oh hell Spinner just call in everyone!"

"You got it sheriff!"

Rhonda came running outside.

"Sheriff what happened?" she yelled.

"Rhonda, call in all the guys off duty! We need them in now! And I mean NOW! I'm gonna get Bruce here inside and head out to the Desousa address."

Rhonda's eyes widened.

"What happened, Sheriff?"

She always was a damn gossip queen and tonight he didn't have time for it!

"Do it! NOW!" his voice boomed at her.

Rhonda didn't have to be told twice! She ran back inside to make the calls and the sheriff noticed Bruce stirring in his arms.

"Sheriff? Did they find them?" Bruce asked still dazed.

He nodded and helped Bruce to his feet.

"They're dead aren't they?" he whispered.

The sheriff didn't have the heart for this.

"Bruce go back inside with Rhonda and wait for your parents. I've got to get out there." he said, turning his head away.

Bruce nodded sadly and numbly walked back inside. For the first time ever, he willingly sat in the police station and held his head in his hands. While Rhonda made her calls and officers started showing up one by one, Bruce cried.

-X-

AN: So I realize this chapter was really long but I wanted to get the tone of the story set right! I felt like the prologue wasn't really long enough, but remember you aren't really supposed to find out the truth about that night until later ;) I also know it got a little gory but you were warned ahead of time! I also stole a lot of lines from the beginning of the actual movie, but again I wanted to set a certain tone! The story won't be line for line or anything! REVIEW!