Chapter 3

A/N: Ok after reviewing my story over on myself, I noticed several errors in my first chapter. Please feel free to tell me because I don't have a beta reader to go over my stories. I also noticed that the chapters seemed short on the site itself too, so tell me if you would like longer chapters. And finally, I also noticed that I have been kind of heading away from the Ghostface cliché. I promise to have more of the famous phone calls and extend out the killings themselves they seem awfully short when you read them. Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter and the many more to come. Let the killings resume ;)

- Morning, Del Oro 7:20 A.M., Welding Shop -

Cameron walked into the shop through one of the doors off of the classroom. Mr. Sanchez was sliding sheets of metal onto shelves off of a truck, and turned to Cameron, "Is there something you need, Cameron?" asked Mr. Sanchez. "Yah, I just came in to work on some of my welds in Arc Welding," said Cameron.

"Can I trust you to watch the shop?" asked Mr. Sanchez.

"Of course, I won't blow the place up," he replied.

"Ok I will be back in like ten minutes I have to take care of things in the office," said Mr. Sanchez.

Cameron snatched a piece of metal off of the cut rack and headed for the arc booths while inspecting the metal. He turned and grabbed a helmet and gloves. A black gloved hand crept across his face and covered his mouth in a tight grip. Cameron struggled and tried to shout with help, but only muffled yells echoed. Cameron's eyes widened in fear as a knife slid out of the sleeve of a torn cloak. Cameron elbowed the killer and turned around to stare into the bottomless depths of the eyes of a greened and cracked mask. He cocked his head and charged forward. Cameron was ready and threw a punch; Zombie ducked under it and slashed Cameron's forearm easily ripping through the cloth and his skin. Blood welled and droplets spattered across the floor.

Cameron cried out in pain and gripped the table. He dove under it and popped out the other side. Zombie peered under it and popped back up to see Cameron armed with a chisel. He hurled it at Zombie and it soared past his head and stuck into the wall. Zombie jumped over the table and jumped once more at Cameron hi knife raised as he poised to strike. Cameron fell beneath Zombie's weight and his knife plunged into his chest. Zombie got up and dragged Cameron over to the shear. He threw him in and engaged its motor. Cameron struggled and screamed for help as the blade began to lower. Zombie seemed to cringe as the blade sliced down with a sickening crunch.

-5 Minutes Later-

Mr. Sanchez walked into the Welding classroom and sat at his desk with his back to the door. He entered grades into the computer and Zombie slid nimbly behind the door and waited until Sanchez closed the door behind him to make his escape. Mr. Sanchez walked out into the welding shop and swore at the sight in front of him. Extension cords were hanging from the ceiling marred with blood and gore and were tied to various body parts surrounding Cameron's decapitated head. Blood was everywhere and the shear was covered with blood and dripped down into the scrap trough. A chisel was protruding from the wall next to the arc booths and blood was splattered in other places around the shop along with holes in the tables where a knife had struck.

Mr. Sanchez swore loudly again, "This means A LOT of paperwork."

He turned and left the shop before calling the police department. Squad cars poured into the parking lot and police officers streamed through Senior Court. "Talk about déjà vu," said Tyler.

"There has probably been another killing on campus," said Sabryna.

As if on cue, the intercom blared, "ALL STUDETS ARE TO RETURN HOME IMMEDIATELY! DEL ORO HIGH SCHOOL IS TEMPORARILY SHUTTING DOWN IN LIGHT OF THE RECENT EVENT ON CAMPUS! HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND!

Tyler's phone shook in his hand as a message came to life on the screen as well as his on his friend's cells. "There's a party at Eric's house tonight, 1033 Seraphina Lane."

- Vietnam Trail, Del Oro High School 7:30 P.M. -

Zombie stood beside the lush undergrowth surrounding the dirt trail. Scarecrow, and Ghostface stood to his left and Bloodred and Skeleton stood to his right.

"Three of us will strike at the party tonight. I, Bloodred, and Scarecrow will head over to the party. Skeleton and Ghostface, you have your own personal agendas," said Zombie.

"Then we better head off, we have places to go and people to kill," said Bloodred.

The group split and headed down opposite ends of the trail. Zombie, Bloodred, and Scarecrow disappeared into the dark night.

- 1033 Seraphina Lane, 8:00 P.M. -

Tyler walked across the lawn to the green two-story house filled with people and music blasting out of stereos inside. He opened the front door and stepped inside. He headed through the crowd and entered the kitchen before putting down a case of beer on the counter. He walked back out to rejoin the partying crowd. Drunken teens were grinding on the makeshift dance floor in the center of the living room. Teens were huddled on the couches and conversed among each other. Haley tugged on her boyfriend's hand as she led him up the staircase to the bedrooms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and came in close until their lips almost brushed against each other. The scent of liquor and cologne enveloped her every sense and pulled her in closer until their lips met.

Ryan pushed open the door with one hand completely focused on Haley. Ryan and Haley walked through the doorway. Ryan looked past Haley to see Scarecrow standing in the bedroom. Ryan broke the kiss and pushed Haley aside. Scarecrow's knife slashed Ryan's throat and Ryan fell backward collapsing onto the floor in the hall and clutched at the blood pouring from his throat. Haley screamed as she watched her boyfriend die before her and ran out the bedroom with Scarecrow in pursuit. Haley raced for the master bedroom and slammed the door on Scarecrow.

He pushed his way in and forced the door slowly. Haley pushed against the door with her back forcing it closed. Haley gasped as the tip of Scarecrow's knife slipped through the wood in the door and pierced through her skin. The blade dug in deeper and deeper until a thin trickle of blood streamed down her back. Haley pulled herself off of the knife. Scarecrow stabbed again and again at the wood panels until they split. He punched the door and a small piece broke free. His tan mask gazed at her through the hole in the door. Haley began to cry and scream hysterically as Scarecrow made the hole wider and wider. He reached his arm in and turned the lock. She scrambled for the window and threw it open as he burst into the room. Haley punched the screen out and began to climb out the window.

Scarecrow slammed the window down on her back and she cried out in pain. Scarecrow pulled her back inside and threw her through the glass. She tumbled across the shingles and stopped at the end. He stepped out through the broken glass and crept over beside her. She opened her eyes to see Scarecrow standing over her with his knife held above his head. She cried out, "Why?" Scarecrow said nothing and cold steel plunged into flesh.

Deputy Anderson picked up the phone ringing on his desk. He answered it, "Hello?"

"There's quite the party going on at 1033 Seraphina Lane, I'm having quite the fun in this madhouse. They never see me coming; no one has noticed each of their friends being picked off one by one. Oh yes, I have already gotten to see a couple people's insides at this party. I think I have enough time to slice a few more up before the police arrive," said Ghostface.

"Listen here you sick bastard, when I get a hold of you I am going to shoot you on sight. None of these people you have killed deserve to die," yelled Anderson. Several officers got to their feet at Anderson's sudden outburst. Deputy Anderson wrote down the address of the party down on paper and held it up. Officers grabbed their guns and raced out of the police headquarters' to their squad cars.

"Oh spare me the lecture deputy. There is always a reason, a motive, to end another's forsaken life. You see it's all just a game, except there's only one winner in this game, and it's me," said Ghostface, "Oh and deputy, good luck on your quest to kill me. Remember you can't kill a ghost."

Anderson put down the phone as Ghostface hung up. He ripped open the file cabinet below his desk and snatched up his Colt 45. He shoved open the door and raced to his squad car to join up with the others already on their way.

Bloodred stepped out of the closet in the living room. Bloodred stabbed through the laptop that was playing the party's music. The music slowed and faded away from the speakers. The teens looked up at Bloodred. Eric came into the room and saw his ruined laptop next to Bloodred, "COME ON MAN, I JUST BOUGHT THAT LAPTOP!" Bloodred turned to the furious teenager and slashed his throat. Eric slumped against the wall amidst the chaos that just ensued. Teenagers raced for the front door but found Scarecrow in the doorway.

Scarecrow struck down the tens nearest to him. Blood splattered across the walls and floors as teens fell beneath the knives of Bloodred and Scarecrow. Teens raced out into the backyard only to find Zombie standing in front of the pool.

"Now where do you children think you are off to?" asked Zombie.

- 10 minutes later -

Deputy Anderson jumped out of his car and pulled his gun from his holster running up to the house. His cell phone rang, "Hello?" he answered.

"Deputy, you are in for a little treat. It's time for you to become the next player in my game. Here are the stakes: if you don't answer three question correctly my captives will all die," said Zombie.

Deputy Anderson looked through the open door to see the bloodbath inside the house. Bodies were littered across the living room and the stair as far as the deputy could see, he could even see one or two lying in the kitchen. "Please just let the survivors go, they are just kids, they did nothing wrong."

"If you answer my questions right they will all be set free, so shall we start? Who was the main character and sole survivor in all of the Scream franchise?" asked Zombie.

"Sidney Prescott," said Deputy Anderson easily.

"Correct," said Zombie, "Two more and they all live. What is the name of the killer in the Texas Chainsaw Massacre?"

"Leatherface," answered Anderson easily.

"I think you must like horror movies deputy you are going through these like a pro. Well one more and they all live. Who is the killer in the first Friday the 13th?" asked Zombie.

"Jason," said Anderson," Everyone knows that."

"I am sorry that's incorrect, now they have to die," said Zombie.

"NO IT ISN'T I HAVE SEEN THE MOVIE FIFTY GODDAMN TIMES! JASON IS THE KILLER," yelled deputy Anderson.

"If you were a true fan you would know that, in fact, Jason's mother was the original killer, and that Jason didn't show up until the sequel," snarled Zombie.

Chains rattled as the cinderblocks they were bolted too fell into the pool. The survivors were slowly dragged in after them. Their screams pierced the night as the vanished beneath the surface of the water still struggling to break free of the chains.

Zombie and Bloodred opened the gate and motioned to Scarecrow. "Come on Scarecrow," they both cried out urgently.

Scarecrow pulled out a camera and videotaped the teens struggling for air and to climb to the surface. One by one they all stopped struggling and their eyes stared hopelessly up at Scarecrow. He closed the camera and slid it back within the confines of his cloak. He turned to leave but found Deputy Anderson pointing a gun at his head. The gate slammed shut behind Scarecrow.

"How could you kill all of those kids, they had futures and a life to live out. You took that luxury away from them. Now I'm going to take yours," snarled Anderson spitting with rage. He slammed the hammer down on his handgun and pulled the trigger. A bullet hole smoked in the center of the forehead of Scarecrow's tan mask. Scarecrow fell backwards into the pool dead before sinking to join the others.

Anderson stared down into the pool at the dead killer joining his victims, "One down a few more sick fucks to go," he whispered.

A/N: Booyah! Another chapter done. I love how this chapter turned out and I hoped you enjoyed it. This time I added a lot more killing in, and the pool idea suddenly came to me while writing it so I put it in. See you next time bye bye! Please review, I know you all are reading I can see the stats on my tory traffic. It really help to hear your input, I really don't care if its signed or not. The chapters just escalate from here so…keep reading and I will keep typing.