A/N: Brian and Amanda's dialogue will be italicized whenever they give their thoughts on the movie.
The ambulance arrived in no time flat just like Billy said it would. Emma and Jessica boarded it and a concerned Sidney and Billy followed in Billy's truck. Upon arriving at the hospital the doctors told Jessica that she was a lucky girl. She had been cut in the area near her spinal cord. Had the cut been any deeper it could've been severed. She also didn't lose a whole lot of blood. When they were finished patching her up they let Emma inside and she put her into a big hug.
"Easy Jessica. Don't forget my back," Jessica said and Emma hugged her less tightly.
"Sorry, Jessica," she apologized.
"It's alright, Red. Could you give us a minute?" She asked the doctor nicely. The doctor nodded and exited the room.
"Ok Hiro Nakamura. Care to explain how we're 25 years in the past?" Jessica asked once they were alone.
"Why are you assuming I went all "Heroes" and teleported us here?" Emma asked her.
"You were experiencing a bad head ache and then you're head feels like it's about to split open. Put two and two together here, Red."
"But why this time of all things? You think we were meant to change something?"
"Stop right there, Emma. Haven't you watched time travel films?"
"Of course I do," Emma answered. "I watch 'Back to the Future' almost religiously."
"Then you should know the rules of time travel films," Jessica stated to her.
"Is there a set of rules for every genre?" Amanda asked Brian.
"Pretty much; like in action movies the henchmen never attack all at once. Always has to be one at a time; unless it's the Matrix." Brian said.
"To start off rule number one is you can't interact with your family members otherwise you could cause yourself tovanish from existence. Number two is you can't run into your other self in the past…"
"Or it could result in a time travel paradox that would result in a chain reaction that would unravel the very fabric of the space and destroy the entire universe!" Emma exclaimed in a poor imitation of Doc Brown from 'Back to the Future 2'. "Well given how neither of us have been born yet I don't think we have to take that rule into account. Next," Emma said.
"Well you should know the final rule since I'm basically drawing this all from 'Back to the Future'. The last rule is that you can never change the future without first considering the consequences."
"What consequences are there to consider? Just because these people died before doesn't mean we have to let them. Look at the Terminator films. They changed the future for the better."
"You're forgetting about Terminator 3," Jessica reminded her. "That movie said the future was inevitable and…why are we continuing this? Those things are movie. All of this," Jessica said waving her hands across the room, "Is real life." Emma lowered her head and sighed. Jessica reached forward and took both of her hands. "I know you're intentions are good Emma, but the thing is that we have no idea what will become of the future. Things can wind up worse than they already are. What happened…," Jessica started.
"Happened. I know. I saw that episode of LOST, Jessica," Emma finished.
"Then you should know that in some cases when one tries to alter the future they sometimes cause it to happen."
"I know, I know. Fine. I'll let go of this," Emma said. For now, she added in her head.
"So what've you told the police?" Jessica asked.
"Nothing yet. I said I wasn't going to answer any questions until you I knew you were ok." There was a light knock on the door and Emma looked at Jessica. "It's show time. Come in."
Dewey opened the door and stepped inside with the sheriff. "So, are you ready to talk now?" Dewey asked. Emma nodded.
"To be honest Dew- Deputy Riley," Emma began, "you're guess about things is as good as ours. Jessica was hanging out with me at our since both of our parents were out of town and wouldn't be back for around two weeks. We were watching T.V. and then someone covered our mouths with what I can guess were chloroform soaked rags. When we finally woke up we were in the back of some guys van. He was wearing a mask so we couldn't see his face. Looked sort of like a ghost. We fought him off and then I assume you can guess the rest. We don't know what the creep wanted because we escaped before he could get to that part," she finished hoping they'd buy her story.
Dewey and the sheriff took their sweet time thinking over Emma's story before giving their say on the matter. "Where are you two from? We should contact your parents as soon as possible," the sheriff said.
"Easier said than done," Jessica joined the conversation. "First off we're from somewhere on the boarder of Nevada," she lied. "Second our parents are multiple states away and there's no way for us to reach them until they come back."
"Can I speak with you sheriff?" Dewey asked and they stepped out the room.
"You think they bought it?" Emma asked squeezing Jessica's hand.
"We're gonna find out soon. We can only pray at this point," Jessica replied.
"So what do you think sheriff?" Dewey asked.
"I don't know. I doubt they did those injuries were self inflicted, but portions of their story seem oddly coincidental. Their parents are both out of town and they have no way to contact them; seems odd wouldn't you say?"
"I agree, but I think we should buy their story for now at least. I can't explain it, but I do believe a few portions of it. They're going to need some place to say till we unravel more of this story, however, and I'm not sure Tatum would like having to share her room with two strangers."
"They can stay at my place," Sidney offered.
"Sidney? How long have you been standing there?" Dewey asked not noticing her there previously.
"Long enough. My dad's going to be out of town in about a day so the house will be basically empty," Sidney said.
"You sure?" Dewey asked.
"Dewey, what's the worst that could possibly happen?" Sidney asked making Dewey laugh.
"What's so funny?" Sidney questioned.
"It's just that your friend. Um what's his name? Randy," he said snapping his fingers. "I said the same thing to him a few weeks ago when I was at the video rental store and the look on his face suggested I broke one of the Ten Commandments."
"It's a long story, Dewey," Sidney said. Sid's dad came by the hospital shortly after the decision was made. Like the two officers he seemed a litttle wary of the two girls. Sidney's persitence won out and the subject was dropped. Billy noticed that Emma and Jessica seemed particularly happy that they could stay with Sidney for a while. Something different that did not escape Billy's eyes was that Emma gave him a few dirty looks. He wasn't sure why, but he did not like it at all. He would deal with that later, however. Tonight Billy had other, more sinister plans in mind.
After saying by to Dewey and Sidney, Billy jumped in his truck and drove back to his house. He parked in the drive way and tossed his jacket upon entering the house.
"Hey dad!" He called out. No reply. Not home yet, he thought jogging up the stairs.
He went to his bed and pulled out a box from under it. The contents of the box contained his Ghostface costume. Billy's mouth shifted into a devilish smirk while ominous music started playing in the background. Tonight would be the night that Billy would finally complete his revenge against how Maureen Prescott broke apart his family. With Dewey and the sheriff out patrolling the streets for whoever attacked Emma and Jesssica, he'd have to be a little more careful with his plan. But Billy was confident that nothing tonight would ruin his plans.
The phone started to ring down stairs and Billy put his costume away.
Strange. Who would be calling this time of night? Billy thought going downstairs and picking up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello Billy," Ghostface greeted.
"Stu? What did I tell you about not calling me?" Billy asked not sounding pleased at all. "I told you I'd call you about tonight when I'm ready."
"Well what if I'm ready now Billy, you pansy ass momma's boy!" Ghostface insulted.
"What did you call me?" Billy asked in a dark tone.
"You heard me, Loomis. Hahaha. I can't believe your motive involves your mommy issues. Do you know how many times that's been done in the horror movie industry, Billy? Sure it worked for 'Psycho' and 'Friday the 13th', but show some freaking originality! You're mother abandons you and you up and decided to go on a killing spree; executing so many people just to get to one girl. Boo fucking hoo!"
"I'm gonna kill you Stu, you fucking piece of shit!" Billy cursed.
"Ohhh. Trying to sound all tough and threatening are you? Hoping you can scare your partner into apologizing for all the cruel things he just said. Well here's the news flash Billy. I'm not Stu."
Billy froze for a few seconds and then sprinted into the kitchen. "Well if you aren't really Stu then who are you?" He asked opening a drawer and taking out a knife.
"You know something Billy," Ghostface continued to taunt. "Stu always was scarier than you were. I mean you had a motive, but did Stu? Don't think so!"
Billy moved quietly through his house in search of Ghostface. He quietly crept up to the closet and flung it open; nothing.
"Oldest hiding spot in the book, Billy," Ghostface criticized.
"You son of a bitch," He cursed.
"Watch your mouth. My mother was a saint," Ghostface said. "Getting back to Stu, you see for all intents and purposes he was killing people for the fun of it. There was no motive and like you said, that makes it a lot scarier."
"What are you talking about? We haven't killed anyone," Billy said to Ghostface while still trying to find him.
"Not yet, but you were going to. Poor, sweet, innocent, Casey. Getting hung up by her own insides just because she wasn't even a virgin…"
"Shut up!" Billy shouted kicking open the door to the garage. He flicked on the lights and the entire room was clean.
"Still haven't found me yet. How disappointing," Ghostface continued to chastise him.
"I'm gonna fucking gut you when I find you! Do you hear me!" Silence on the other end. "Do you hear me!" There was nothing; not at first, but five seconds later Billy heard the sound of screeching tires. Billy's truck barreled through the garage door and Billy dove to the right avoiding it. The truck slammed into the wall causing a shelf with tools to wobble and then collapse to the floor. Billy pulled himself up and missed being killed by the falling structure. He jumped up and dusted himself off. He staggered a bit to the driver's seat and saw it was empty.
"You amateur!" Billy shouted and swung his knife behind him expecting the killer to be sneaking up on him. His knife only hit air to his surprise.
"What the?"
"Surprise Billy!" Ghostface appeared in the back entrance to the garage and plunged his knife into Billy's shoulder.
"Bitch!" Billy howled out and shoved Ghostface off him. He yanked the knife clear out his shoulder and threw it away with a murderous look on his face.
"You're dead," he seethed and moved in for the kill. Ghostface instead shot up and delivered a quick kick to the Billy's throat. Billy gagged and Ghostface grabbed him by the waist and tossed him into his truck. Billy fell over the hood and landed on the fallen tool shelf. Ghostface climbed on top of the truck hood and jumped off it landing right on Billy's back. Billy yelled out and Ghostface grabbed his head and slammed it against the shelf three times. Ghostface could hear the sounds of police sirens in the background, but ignored them. He took Billy's knife, forced him onto his back, and held the knife close to his throat.
"You know what they say Billy. Out with the old," He raised the knife high over his head. "And in with the new." And he stabbed down multiple times. Ghostface kept a hand over Billy's mouth to muffle his screams. Each cut felt deeper than the last and Billy was unable to fight Ghostface off. Ghostface went for a fourth and final stab somewhere in Billy's stomach and retracted his blade.
Ghostface stepped off of Billy and cleaned off his knife. Billy let out a long groan of pain and Ghostface kicked him in his right cheek.
"I could easily kill you Billy, but you see there's no fun in that. I'm going to leave you with all those wounds. You won't die, but they're going to certainly hurt like Hell. Now stand back and let the master show you how things are done," Ghostface said.
Though dazed, Billy spat blood at Ghostface's costume. Ghostface retaliated by kicking Billy in the side of his forehead; this time harder. Something broke in Billy's skull and he fell out cold.
"Freeze scumbag!" A police officer ordered racing inside the garage. Ghostface chucked his knife piercing the man's neck. He fell backwards and made a loud thud on the floor. More police cars sped into the scene and Ghostface raced off in a whirl of his costume. One of the cops chased after him while Dewey exited his car and ran into the garage.
"Billy!" Dewey shouted. "Oh God! Someone call an ambulance!" He shouted in haste while checking for Billy's pulse. He took a sigh of relief upon finding one. "You're gonna be ok Billy," he said even though Billy was still unconscious. Two of the cops went to tend to Billy's wounds as best they could until the ambulance arrived. Ten minutes passed and the cops reported back in the garage.
"No sign of whoever did this," one of them informed Dewey.
"Well that perfe-… where's the sheriff?" Dewey asked.
"He was the first to go inside…oh shit," another cop mumbled. Dewey's cell phone started to ring and Dewey hesitantly answered it when he saw it was from an anonymous caller.
"Good evening Deputy Riley."
"Guys," Dewey said switching his phone to speaker.
"Do as I say if you value your life. Go upstairs to Billy's bedroom." Dewey and three other officers entered the house with their guns drawn. They moved swiftly up the stairs and into Billy's room.
"Open the closet," Ghostface ordered. Dewey moved to the closet and his shaking hands reached the door open. Falling out of it was the sheriff's body. Dewey turned it over onto its back and almost threw up. His eyes had both been gouged out, his throat had been slit, and there was a gaping hole in his lower stomach area where his appendix would be. It looked like Ghostface had actually torn it out of him.
One of the female cops couldn't hold it in any longer and let out a deafening scream. Written on the wall in the sheriff's blood was a single sentence.
OUT WITH THE OLD
"Consider this a warning Dewey. There isn't a thing you or any of your poor excuses for cops can do to stop me. The question you have to ask yourself is…how long will each of you last? You should be thanking me Dewey. With the sheriff dead that means you're in charge and you better enjoy it," Ghostface said and then his voice suddenly became deadly serious as if he wasn't kidding around anymore. "Because this time you and that bitch of a reporter aren't going to make it past the first cut." The line went dead and Dewey swallowed thickly.
"And the plot thickens. Not bad, huh?" Brian asked Amanda.
"It's ok. Nothing special though," Amanda said. Brian looked down at Amanda's hands and saw them gripping the seat to the point her knuckles were white.
"Yeah. Nothing special," he said. "We'll see how you feel at the end."
To Be Continued…
A/N: In all honesty though what do you guys think of the story so far? I hope you're enjoying what's happening and that things aren't going to slow for you. Sure Ghostface adapted to the fact he was in the past rather quickly, but he's freaking Ghostface. That guy always thinks three steps ahead of the good guys. Anyone have any guesses as to the identity of future Ghostface? I know it's early, but that doesn't mean you can't try to guess. Haha. I'll be quicker with my updates now that I'm on Summer Break. See you guys in about a week.