The car pulled up at Milton's huge mansion. The four climbed out and made their way up to the door and Sam knocked on it loudly. The door swung open and they were greeted by a very inebriated Roman. "Hey guys, come on in, join the party.!" He slurred walking away and leaving the door open for them to follow him in.

They made their way inside and were greeted rather frostily by the surviving cast members of Stab 3. "Yeah, well, actually we're here to see Sidney." Gale said looking to Roman who was swaying precariously.

"Good, Sidney's here." Roman smiled swigging form the champagne bottle in his hand.

"Where? Where's Sidney?" Dewey asked and Roman pointed his hand out to the short haired brunette who was sat on the settee. "She's right there!" He spoke drunkenly.

Sam growled and pinched the bridge of her nose. She was renowned for being short tempered but right now everything was getting to her. She knew it was because of the killings, and the fact that they were yet again up against that masked ghost who haunted them relentlessly. Everything she was feeling she was holding in, the fear, the worry for her friends lives, and it was being conveyed through her anger. "Jesus, not 'Sidney'" She scoffed looking at Angelina and then back at Roman. "My Sidney, real Sidney you know!" She barked startling Roman slightly.

"Alright calm down!" Roman said to her before answering the question. "Sidney Prescott? No, I never invited her here!" She shrugged glugging more of the champagne.

"Well, she's on her way!" Gale intervened before Sam could. She could feel the tension radiating off the girl, and the frustration was coming off of her in waves.

"Well, the more the merrier!" He shrugged and then turned to look at the others in the room. "Hey, supposedly Milton has a secret screening room that was the scene back in the 70's. You know it was like drinks and drugs and girls and movies and shit." Roman said going completely off topic.

Dewey took his chance and stepped up alongside her turning her to face him. "You okay?" He asked sweetly. He knew she was beginning to crack, beginning to struggle. Sam nodded at him and ran a hand through her long blonde hair. "Sam I know you, don't lie to me!" He said firmly and she groaned.

"No I'm not. Everything is out of my control! And frankly it's pissing me off Dewey. This guy is pissing me off, it's driving me nuts!" She replied honestly her words laced with bitterness as she spoke. "No matter what we do he's always one fucking step ahead of us and I've had it!" She growled her voice low to not draw attention to herself.

Dewey grabbed a hold of her forearm subtly and squeezed showing his support. "I know… It'll be over soon Sam" He cooed his face serious but filled with support.

"And how's it gonna end Dewey huh? The only way this will ever be truly over is if me and Sidney end up on a slab in the morgue. Grim I know but it's the truth, and you know what, sometimes I think everyone will be better off if we do end up there. No more deaths, no more pain!" Sam trailed off and Dewey looked at her wide eyed.

"Don't say that Sam. If you both die then he's won. And I know you, you're a fighter. You don't mean what you're saying. You're just stressed and frightened and I get it. You know I get it because I've been here with you this entire time, going through the same motions as you and Sid. Don't give up now, not when we're so close to bringing this psycho down!" Dewey said forcefully to her and a loud sigh escaped her lips as well as a light snigger.

"I never knew you were so wise mate!" She laughed lightly patting his shoulder. "I'm not going to give up, no matter how much my mind is telling me too I don't think I physically could. We've come this far, me and Sid, and if I do then I do, but I'm not going down without a fight, and I know for a fact Sid wont either!" She smiled her strength returning as she finally got a little of her worries off of her chest.

"There's my fighter!" He smirked at her and then smiled and she finally returned a genuine one to him. Their chat was cut short though as they noticed people beginning to shuffle around. "What's going on?!" Dewey asked looking at the others.

"We're gonna give this place the grand tour!" Roman smiled slinging his arm around Angelina's shoulder.

"Woah woah woah, just one damn minute! There's a psycho killer on the loose and you wanna go traipsing around this gigantic mansion? Have you ever actually see the 'Stab" movies? Every time this dude enters the room the room, he ends up a goddamn shishkabob!" Tyson groaned panic evident in his voice no matter how hard he tried to disguise it.

"We'll all go!" Roman said and Jennifer nodded walking over to him ad Angelina. They began to walk towards the door, leaving Tyson behind them. "You're not sticking, wait up!" He groaned hurrying after them deciding to go for the bigger group.

"We're gonna stay here and wait for Sid." Sam said motioning for them to go if they wanted.

"We'll be right back!" Roman called over his shoulder. "If you were a screening room, where would you be? I bet, it's the basement.".

Gale, Dewey and Sam were left alone in the living room. Sam checked her watch and groaned. Sidney should have gotten there before them, certainly not after them. "Any sign of her?" She called to Gale who was looking out the window.

"No! This is so strange!" Gale murmured dropping the curtain and turning back to her companions.

"Sure is" Dewey answered the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. Something was wrong, he knew it. Sam paced back and forth worriedly, where the hell was she?.

"Sam do you have caller ID on your cell phone?!" Gale enquired walking over to her and Sam nodded at her and pulled out the cell. "Yeah. Why?!" She asked opening it.

"Use it and press send." Gale enquired. She had a feeling she knew what had happened? Who had called them? She just prayed that she was correct in her observations. Sam complied and pressed the send button. A few seconds passed until suddenly the shrill ringing of the phone hit their ears. Everyone of them jumped at the sound and their head turned to face where the sound was coming from.

"What the hell?" Sam mumbled and made her way over to it, Dewey and Gale on her heels. Ever so slowly she opened the closet and gasped as there in front of her was the buzzing cell phone, a ghostface mask, and a voice changer. Shakily Sam picked up the voice changer and cell handing it to Gale and Dewey to look at whilst she picked up the mask.

"What is this thing?" Gale spoke and held it up to her mouth. "Is this what he- Oh! Dewey, he's got our voices!" She spoke in Roman's voice and she dropped the voice changer.

"He's got Sid!" Dewey said worriedly drawing his gun immediately. Sam instantly went into her defence position eyes scanning everywhere. She knew it was a trap. She knew it in her gut but still she went there. Walked straight into it.

"He's got us all! Oh my God, we've gotta find them!" Gale cried peeking around the door of the closet.

"When I find this coward I'm gonna kill him. YOU HEAR ME! I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!" She screamed loudly punching the closet in frustration. Gale and Dewey just stared at her open mouths not knowing what to say to her. They didn't think any words would help.

"All right, take the gun!" Dewey said handing it to Sam who was breathing heavily. "You two go find Roman and Jennifer, I'm gonna get the others!" Dewey said quickly before breaking off into a sprint in the other direction.

"Be careful!" Gale called after him before the two women went the other way, the gun raised high in the air in Sam's hands. "Right they said something about a basement?" Gale said and they began to search for it. Suddenly though Sam stopped and thrust the gun into Gale's unsuspecting hands. "What are you doing?!" She said incredulously.

"Look Gale, if Sid's here then I'm going to find her. It may be harsh but Roman and Jennifer are the least of my worries right now!" She spoke truthfully, her eyes burning into Gale's. "You find them and I'll look for Sid, if you do find them don't hang around okay. Get yourself and the others out. Don't wait for us!" She said her voice filled with a strength she hadn't seen displayed for a while.

"Bu-" Gale began but Sam cut across her and began to back away. "No nothing Gale. Get yourself out! We may not have seen eye to eye, but surprisingly you're one of the only few people I can trust. Get them, get Dewey and get out. I'll find Sid and that psycho!" She said and her voice was commanding.

"Sam if you go around this house alone it's a suicide mission!" Gale spoke up not liking the idea one bit. She was surprisingly worried about the girl. Worried that her recklessness would land her into certain death. Straight into the killers hands.

"He's gonna find me one way or another Gale, and like I said to Dewey, I'm not going down without a fight! Take care of yourself Gale!" She spoke strongly, her eyes glistening ever so slightly. Gale could only stare at her slack jawed. But she didn't get a chance to reply, didn't get a chance to say thank you before Sam was rushing out of the room. Gale just watched her go and breathed out deeply. But for once in her life she listened. She raised the gun up and made her way towards the basement.

Sam searched thoroughly, searching every room. Her heart was pounding in her head and the blood was rushing through her. The only coherent thought she had was to find her friend. Her best friend.

She got to a large white door at the end of the hallway and cautiously approached it. Her grip on the fire poker which she had picked up from one of the studies in her hand tightened around the solid metal. It wasn't much but it brought her some comfort. Trying the knob she was surprised to find it locked. Out of all the doors she tried so far it was the only one which had been locked. The wood was old and splintered and she used her shoulder to bang against it and found that it actually moved under the contact.

Sucking up all the strength she had she took a step back and lunged at it again. As soon as her shoulder hit the wood her arm jarred in pain but the result she wanted happened and the door cracked open. She stumbled in and just about managed to stop herself from falling. She rolled her shoulder to rid the slight ache and looked around. The room was pitch black, even with the faint glow of the lamp in the hallway. Sam squinted her eyes trying her hardest to see but failed.

She was about to turn and leave when something solid hit her on the back sending her tumbling forward and landing on what felt like a desk. The poker was flung from her grasp at the impact and she grunted in pain. Before she could even react someone had a fistful of her hair and slammed her head against the polished oak sending stars streaming into her vision. Finally the adrenaline kicked in and she rounded on her attacker. She threw her hand out haphazardly and it connected with his face causing him to stumble back a little. She took the chance to kick her leg out but he had faster reflexes than her and caught it. He pulled her towards him and threw his fist out the same time hitting her straight in the mouth.

Blood sprayed out of her mouth at the contact as her body reeled at the force of the hit. Another hit was sent straight to her stomach causing her double over and she hissed in pain as a knife slashed through the air and ripped across her back. Sam fell onto her knees hands gripping the desk for support as she tried to heave herself up off the ground but a searing kick to the back of her head sent her flying forward, face first onto the soft carpet.

Using everything she could she hauled herself onto her hands and knees. Her blurred vision swam and she knew what was coming. Before she could even attempt to stand Ghostface kicked out at her head once more, his foot connecting with her temple. As soon as it struck the world went dark and she crumpled to the ground into unconsciousness.

Ghostface just stared down at her and placed the knife in his hand back under his cloaked figure. With that he picked up the rope and bound her hands tightly before hauling her light weight up over his shoulder. With that he left the room, a limp Sam in his arms.


Sidney was sat in Kincaids office. She hadn't heard off anyone in ages and worry filled the pit of her stomach. Her and Sam were always in contact, as were her and Dewey. So for neither of them to be answering made her stomach do backflips.

As she tried to shake the fear away her eyes landed on a pale blue folder which lay on the desk in front of her. Curiously she opened it and recoiled at its contents. Everything about her, newspaper clippings covered with red circles circling her face. Photo's of her and Sam. She shuddered as she looked at the file, creeped out by its contents and she couldn't help but jump when the phone rang loudly.

"Hello?" She asked lifting Kincaid's phone to her ear.

"Hello?" Her voice echoed back down the phone towards her.

"Who is this?" She said curiously wondering what was going on but once again her own voice was redirected back at her. "Um wh-who's calling?" She spoke up but again her only response was the echo of her own words. She groaned and leaned forward in her chair. "Sam, Dewey, whoever, um, call me back, I can only hear myself." She spoke knowing that it was one of them. But her blood ran cold when her voice disappeared only to be replaced by him.

"I only hear ya too, Sidney." The killer laughed down the phone and Sidney went completely rigid at the sound of that voice. That voice that had been haunting her for years.

"Who is this?" Sidney growled down the phone the hairs on her body standing on edge.

"The question isn't who I am. The question is, who's with me." He chuckled again and almost instantly another familiar voice came to her ears. "Sidney, stay away!" Sam's heavy accented voice came swiftly followed by the splitting sound of flesh hitting flesh and a string of angry curse words.

"Sidney!" Dewey called through the phone as well, scared at hearing her voice. She couldn't come there. She just couldn't. Panic filled Sidney as her friends pained yells came to her ears and before she knew it she was heading towards the door to warn the other officers but his harsh words stopped her in her tracks.

"Don't do it! If you do one thing to attract attention, one thing, I'll kill them all. Now, do you have somewhere we can be alone?" The killer growled at her and Sidney swallowed the lump in her throat.

"Yes." Sidney uttered before making her way into Kincaid's store cupboard.

"Always hard being friends with you, Sidney. When you're friends with Sidney, you die! Well these friends don't have to, Sidney. It's up to you." He questioned a light chuckle following his words. He knew he was getting to her.

"How do I know their voices are-" She posed as she remembered the voice changer he had.

"Are real?" He cut across before continuing. "How do you know you're not hearing things? How do you know I'm not someone in your head? Somewhere, you know." He taunted but stopped when Sam's angry yelling cut across his words.

"You're a sick son of a bitch!" She cursed loudly. "Don't come here Sidney! Please just stay away!" She shouted down the phone but once again the sickening sound of someone getting walloped came to her ears and she cringed at the sound. Her friends were once again being hurt. All because they wanted to get to her. "Sam!" Gale called out watching as the chair her acquaintance was tied to tipped by the force of the punch.

"You're dead!" Sidney growled down the phone her anger at him soaring through the roof.

"I don't want them, I want you! It's simple. You show yourself, they survive, you run, they die!" He yelled down the phone turning around and sending a hefty kick straight into Sam's stomach who was on her side grimacing in pain and then he backhanded Dewey hard across the face. "Oh God! Oh God!" Gale cried out squeezing her eyes shut, unable to look at the scene in front of her.

"Don't you want to know Sidney? Don't you want to know who killed her? Don't you want to know who killed your mother?" He continued to taunt knowing that she would take the bait and come to him.

Sidney gritted her teeth, her hands clenching at her side. "Where?".

"She'd have been so happy, Sidney, to know we'd be together."

"WHERE?" Sidney asked a lot more forcefully this time.

"I'll call you, when you're on your way." He replied simply before hanging up. She put the phone down and banged her fist against the wooden desk. "Shit, shit shit!" She grumbled as she jumped straight into action. Quickly she scooped up Wallace's car keys which were in his side of the desk and continued to rummage until she found what she was looking for. A gun. She was going to finish this once and for all.