Disclaimer: I do not own Scream; this is merely a fanfiction.
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Alan and Steve are sitting in class together, waiting for the Professor to arrive. Alan looks up at the clock on the wall.
"It's not like Professor Prescott to be late…"
Steve shrugs. "Why are you so worried, dude? If she's not here in five more minutes, that means we get to leave!"
"True … it's just that she's usually so prompt. What if something happened?"
"Why do you always think something bad happened?"
Alan waves his arm around. "Helloo! It's Professor Prescott! Sidney Prescott! If she's ever late, you automatically have to assume that she's been attacked or something!"
"Maybe her car just broke down."
"Or maybe there was a psycho in her car …"
"You have a wild imagination …"
"Hey, I saw Urban Legend. It could happen."
Stacey walks into the classroom, followed by the jock, Jake and her friend Lauren. Alan watches as they come in, his eyes completely zeroed in on Stacey.
Steve notices where Alan's eyes are focused.
"Talk to her dude!"
Alan whips his head around. "Keep it down, man!"
Steve shakes his head. "You're never going to get with her by just standing around with your mouth open."
"Look, dude. She'd never be into me, okay. Jake's all over her. Take a look."
They look over and see Jake telling a joke. Stacey and her friend Lauren are cracking up.
Steve sighs. "Unrequited love. As Eric Berne said: 'the man who is loved by a woman is lucky indeed, but the one to be envied is he who loves, however little he gets in return. How much greater is Dante gazing at Beatrice than Beatrice walking by him in apparent disdain.'"
Alan stares blankly. "Where did you learn poetry from?"
"Psycho website." Steve gets up.
"Where are you going?"
Steve grins down at his friend. "Hey … if you won't talk to her, I will."
"You what?"
"I'll gauge her. See what she thinks. Put a good word in for you."
Alan waves his hands desperately. "No! Don't do that!"
"Try and stop me."
"No man – seriously!"
Steve gets a sly grin on his face and begins making his way towards the other side of the classroom.
Alan is whispering after him in a hiss. "Steve! Get back here!"
Steve turns and gives Alan a nod, before sitting down next to Stacey and her group, joining in the conversation.
Alan watches as everyone starts laughing in response to something Steve just said. Stacey and Lauren are nearly hysterical, and Jake is clapping him on the back.
"Okay everyone – excuse my lateness." The whole class quiets down as a disheveled Sidney walks in, placing a briefcase on the desk.
Stacey and Lauren note her unusual appearance. Lauren leans forward. "Professor – are you okay?"
Sidney looks up. "Hmm? Oh, I'm … I'm okay. I just had a … err … rough night." She dusts herself off. "Let's get started with the lesson, shall we?"
She grabs a piece of chalk … it slips from her fingers. She watches as it falls in slow motion, cracking in two pieces. She bends down to pick it up. When she turns around to face her class, she nearly falls over in fright.
Each one of her student's faces have changed – morphed into the face of her mother.
"No."
"Professor, are you sure you're okay?"
Sidney rubs her eyes furiously. When she opens them, everything has returned to normal.
"I'm fine. Like I said – rough night. Barely got any sleep."
She turns and begins writing on the chalkboard.
The noise from outside carries through the open window. In the quad outside, a guy is play-tackling a girl, and she play-screams.
The screams tear into Sidney's skull.
She spares a glance outside the window – and sees her mother in the quad. Ghostface is chasing her. He catches up to her and STABS her repeatedly. Maureen falls to her knees, holding a bloody hand up to the window.
Sidney blinks – everything is normal outside. The guy is still play-wrestling with the girl.
The entire class is looking at her as though she has just grown three heads.
"Umm … you know what? Why don't we just cancel class for today?"
The classroom erupts into cheers as all of the students make a mad dash for the exit. Sidney is gripping the edge of the desk, barely keeping it together.
Lauren and Stacey come up to her, concern written all over their faces. "Professor … is there anything you need help with?"
Sidney looks up at the girls, and she wipes the sweat from her brow. "No, no … I'm fine girls. I just need some … some fresh air. That's all. It's such a nice day … go outside and enjoy it."
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Stacey, Lauren and Jake congregate in the hallway outside the classroom.
"Did you see her face?" asks Stacey.
"I've never seen her like that. It was like she was barely keeping it together."
Jake nods. "She's a tough chick – but dang, there must be something major going on to cause her to crack like that."
They catch sight of Steve and Alan exiting the classroom. Jake waves for Steve to join them. "Steve – get over here!"
Steve grins and looks at Alan. "Come on, bud."
"It don't think -."
Steve grabs Alan's shoulder and forces him towards the group.
"How's it going, guys?" Steve asks. "This is my bud, Alan."
Alan gives a quick nod. "What's up?"
Jake slings his arm around Steve's shoulder. "Listen man – you seem like a cool dude. Look – Omega Kappa Beta is recruiting. Have you either thought about joining a fraternity?"
Steve shrugs. "Never gave it much thought."
"Well listen – we're throwing a party tonight. Why don't you swing by? You'll get to know some of the guys, and we might give you a shot."
"Hmm, a party …"
"Did I mention there'll be girls and alcohol?"
Steve's response is automatic. "Count me in."
Jake motions towards Alan. "Bring your friend too."
Alan holds his hands out in protest. "I … uh … I don't think so. I don't actually live on campus – I commute. And my mom and -."
Steve holds a hand over Alan's mouth. "He'd love to."
"Awesome. See you guys later."
Stacey and Lauren flash the two a smile and follow Jake down the hallway. Once they're out of earshot, Steve lowers his hand.
"Are you crazy?" Alan practically yells. "I can't go tonight! My mom doesn't want me going to parties!"
"Momma's boy."
"I am not a momma's boy!"
"You sound like one."
Alan runs a hand through his hair. "Besides … I have to work tonight, dude."
"Call off."
"I can't – we're premiering the new Sandra Bullock movie."
"So … just have someone cover your shift."
"I don't like doing that! Then I owe that person a favor."
Steve looks Alan very seriously in the eyes. "Look, dude. Do you want a shot with Stacey, or not?"
"Yeah, I do. But -."
"But nothing! Look, this party tonight could be your big chance with her. Why would you throw a golden opportunity like this out the window?"
Alan looks down at the ground, defeated. "I'll be at your dorm at eight."
"Wear something nice, champ." He gives Alan a playful jab on the chin before hoisting his books under his arm and heading down the hall.
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Sidney throws the cool, clear water all over her face. She is standing in one of the college's public restrooms, struggling to maintain her composure.
She hears two voices coming from the stall behind her.
"There's no way her mother could have survived."
"Vi, it was all over the news. She was on Gale Weather's show looking for Sidney!"
Sidney shakes her head and goes inside a stall next to them.
The two girls exit the bathroom stalls, still talking.
"Come on, though – she's dead! They found her body. She's buried! How could she be back?"
"Unless … she faked the whole thing."
"How could she have faked it? The police checked out the body – it was her!"
There is a moment's silence.
"But what if Maureen was in on it?"
"In on it? Can't you hear yourself? Yeah, that makes a lot of sense. Maureen was in on it with Billy and Stu – the two guys who tried to kill her!"
"Hey, it's very possible. Didn't you see STAB 3? Roman Bridger faked his death to conceal the fact that he was the killer. And didn't you hear about those murders? Mr. Howards and his girlfriend were barely recognizable. What if Maureen somehow did survive? And what if she killed Mr. Howards and his girlfriend? What if she's back for revenge?"
"Revenge for what?"
"I don't know …"
"There's no possible motive!"
"Hey … this is the twenty-first century. Who cares about motives anymore?"
"The audience does! Otherwise there's no closure!"
"Audiences don't care about closure anymore. They just want to see splatter films. Flying limbs. All in 3D."
"Ugh, you're hopeless. Listen, I gotta run – my class is about to start."
"Okay, let's get lunch later."
"Sure. See ya."
The bathroom doors open and close as the two girls exit. Sidney is looking down at the floor. Waiting a second until the coast is clear, Sidney pushes the door open and goes to the bathroom mirror.
She looks into the mirror. Her eyes are red from crying.
"They do have a point," she says to herself. She rummages through her purse, when she hears a THUMP.
She stops short, looking behind her.
"Hello?"
Nothing.
She turns around.
THUMP.
Louder this time.
Sidney looks down beneath the stalls – all empty.
"Sidney …"
The voice carries into her ear.
Her face is frantic.
De-ja-vu sets in.
She grabs her purse, heading for the doorway.
GHOSTFACE BURSTS OUT OF A STALL, BLOCKING HER PATH!
"No!"
There is a flash of silver as Ghostface produces his hunting knife.
Sidney whacks him with her purse, staggering past him towards the door.
He GRABS her, THROWING her straight onto the ground. She backs away on the ground as he lumbers towards her.
He kneels down beside her, tilting his head. He reaches up, removing his mask, revealing - - …
Maureen.
Sidney is screaming. "NO! NO!"
Maureen raises her knife.
Sidney's eyes roll back in her head, and everything goes black.
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