A/N: As oppossed to writing Future Ghostface and Past Ghostface, I will just abbreviate it to Future GF and Past GF. Thanks to Billy Bob D for that suggestion.
The pickup truck carrying Future and Past GF slowed to a stop in front of an old garage. Past GF jumped out the back and opened up the doors to the building. Future GF drove inside and past GF shut the doors behind him.
"Ok. Not that I didn't enjoy our attack at the High School, but what the Hell was up with you throwing me out the window! ? I could've died!" Stu yelled pulling off his mask.
"Suck it up you weak willed pussy," Future GF insulted. "I saved your ass. I could've left you to get arrested and of course after that I'd have to kill you."
"What are you talking about?" Stu asked not getting it.
"Let me put this as simply as I can. You may be a psychotic nut, but as I already said, you have the weakest will known to man. I wouldn't even consider risking a chance of you selling me out to the cops," Future GF said holding his knife up to Stu's throat. Stu gulped and backed away from his partner into a table. Future GF stepped towards him and stabbed down his knife; penetrating the table only a few inches away from Stu's hand.
Stu retracted his hand and felt beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Look, you don't have to worry about me selling you out. You kind of made and impression with Billy. And you never told me your name. I haven't even heard your real voice," Stu said to get back on Future GF's non-killing side.
"Why did you attack Billy?" Stu asked backing up to a safe distance. "We could've made an awesome trio."
"I have my reasons Stu. Let's just say, Billy's plan was doomed for failure. Now we are done for today. Leave me to my thoughts."
"Seriously? Can't we go and kill a few of the extras?" Stu asked.
"OUT!" Future GF shouted. Stu tripped over his own feet, staggered back up, and booked it for the exit; tearing out of his costume during the run. After the door slammed, Future GF discarded his mask and took a seat at the table; thinking about the past events; spinning his knife on the table. Becoming trapped in the year 1996 was a complete shock for him, but he adjusted to it within little to no time at all.
All that went wrong was that his movie went under a massive rewrite at the very last second. But those sorts of things happen all the time and Future GF couldn't be happier with the results. It was better than his original script, which doesn't happen very often in the movie business these days. But Stu was right about one thing. They needed another accomplice and Future GF knew just the person for the job; regardless that his motive wasn't original.
Hollywood, California
The ringing of the phone stirred a man awake from his peacefull slumber. His hand blindly scanned the nightstand; not finding the phone until it rang five times. "Roman Bridger; Director," Roman responded despite not being a fully established director yet; music videos aside.
"Hello Roman."
"Billy?" Roman guessed; fully awake. Future GF was still using the voice modifier.
"Haha. Not quite, Roman. Billy is a little incapacitated at the present time resulting in the villain role being recast. I'm calling to tell you that part of your movie's script has been leaked if you will. Some of the facts are known, but not all."
"Are you saying that people know about what happened one year ago?" Roman vaguely asked in the event that this was a fake phone call.
"No Roman. That ending of your real life movie never saw the light of day. How you secretly organized what took place one year ago. The death you caused out of jealousy and hurt."
Roman felt his throat go dry. "How do you know so much?" He asked feeling very nervous now.
"Haven't you ever heard of spoilers, Roman? I'll keep my identity a mystery for now. Let's not get off topic, however. I'm not blackmailing you. Quite the contrary I want your help. If you truly want to see your movie reach its fullest potential, then the only choice you have is to take over the creative reigns. I can assure you that your identity will not be compromised. Remember everything that could've been yours, but was taken away from you, Roman?"
Roman balled up his fist thinking back to the life Sidney had; the life that should've been his in the first place. He made up his mind right there. "Alright. You've got yourself a new director," Roman agreed.
"Excellent. With you on our side this will be one movie the world will never forget."
"Who the fuck was that guy?" Amanda asked Brian.
"You've got me. I've never seen him in any of the previous Stab installments. Come to think of it I've never seen that Hicks girl either," Brian said.
"Well I guess there must be more to this Ghostface story that Stab 3 didn't delve into. From what I heard the events of Stab 1 and 2 were entirely truthful to their source material, but everything that happened in Stab 3 was made up."
"Guess this is what we get for going into this movie cold without reading anything about it in the news," Brian said. "How do you view it thus far?"
"At the present time, it's light years better than Stab 4, a little better than Stab 3, but not as good as Stab 1," Amanda said sipping more of her drink. "Haven't seen enough of the new girls yet to form my opinion of them."
The next day
Emma was running for her life through pitch darkness. She couldn't see a damn thing. All she knew was that if she stopped running she would be dead.
"You can't change history," a voice whispered in the dark. Emma almost stopped, but continued her desperate run. She was hyperventilating so badly she wondered why she had not passed out yet. Heavy footsteps echoed in the dark; increasing in both tempo and volume. He was getting closer.
"Don't look back, don't look back," Emma rapidly repeated outloud. She felt lightheaded and then lost her footing. Her face met with the ground and she slid to a halt. She rolled onto her back and saw no sign of her pursuer.
Move, Emma. Move! The thought filled her mind but her feet refused to go anywhere; like they were glued to the surface. The only thing her mind registered was how bad her face stung.
"You can't change history!" Ghostface's voice boomed throughout the void. His mask filled the darkness and Emma's scream was cut off by a hand clamping over her mouth. A cold blade was planted deep into Emma's back right at the spinal cord.
Emma's eyes snapped open. She was alive and well in Sidney Prescott's home. No sign of Ghostface. The whole thing was a nightmare. At least Freddy Kruger wasn't part of her nightmare.
Emma felt a hand slowly caress her arm and turned over in the guest bed; her eyes meeting Jessica's. "Bad dream?" She asked.
"Yeah. How'd you know?" Emma asked while linking her fingers with Jessica's.
"You were talking in your sleep about Ghostface again. You were also squirming around some. Would've woken you up, but you stopped the minute the thought entered my mind."
"Sorry. I'm just scared you know. Ghostface nearly killed us back in our own time and my hopes for us surviving aren't very high. We both know how Ghostface's sick mind works. His first victims were always pairs; mere extras in his script. This time we were the extras and had I not sent us back in time we'd still be lying dead in our own blood, or hung from our own insides, or riddled with bullets since neither of us is a virgin and you know the rules of a horror film…" Jessica put a finger to Emma's lips.
"It ok, Emma. We're going to survive this," she said leaning closer to Emma. "Trust me. Rules, after all, were made to be broken," Jessica whispered then closed the gap; her lips covering Emma's.
Brian was so shocked by what he witnessed on screen that his jaw dropped and the mouthful of popcorn he had fell into his lap. Amanda almost spit out her Pepsi. Various members of the audience were wolf whistling.
"That's something you haven't seen in a lot of horror movies," Brian said pushing the popcorn of his lap and onto the floor.
Amanda swallowed her Pepsi and said, "I can't think of a single horror movie where there was a lesbian couple. It's an unspoken rule in the horror movie world that the characters have to all be heterosexual so the final pair of survivors, if there is a pair, can connect on that 'special, emotional, romantic level," Amanda said putting air quotes around the last four words. That's one cliche she never understood.
"There have been plenty of horror films with lesbian/gay characters," Brian said.
"Right. Name one," Amanda challenged. Brian opened his mouth and no answer came out. "And I thought you were supposed to be Mr. Movie Expert," she teased.
"Give me to the end of the film. I'll think of something," Brian said shoving more popcorn into his mouth.
"Sure you will," Amanda said and gave him that playful smile of hers and looked back at the film.
Jessica's hands ran through Amanda' red hair and then snaked under her shirt. After 20 more seconds, which involved tongues touching, and hands roaming over whatever inch of exposed flesh there was they broke apart and Jessica laid next to Emma. They beamed at each other and held the other's hand when the sound of throat being cleared broke apart the moment. They sat straight up staring at the doorway; Sidney was there with an unreadable look on her face.
"Ummm…surprise, Sidney," Emma nervously giggled.
"How long were you standing there?" Jessica asked.
"Long enough," she said uncrossing her arms. Emma and Jessica looked like they were the kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar. When nobody said anything for a minute Sidney snickered and started to laugh and then so did Emma and Jessica because she started it.
"You should've seen the looks on your faces," Sidney laughed uncontrollably. "Your faces screamed 'it's not what it looks like'."
"But it always is," Jessica laughed falling back on the bed.
"You took that a whloe lot better than I thought you would," Emma also laughed.
"Seriously though. You can do whatever you wish in this house. Just not that. Can't risk my father coming home early and walking in on you guys," Sidney said humorously while also being serious.
Once the laughter died down Emma asked Sidney a question that had bugged her since they arrived in this time period.
"Sidney. If I can ask, why are you being so kind to me and Jessica? You know nothing about us. Why offer your home to a pair of strangers?"
"Because I could tell you were both scared. I know what that feels like. What it truly feels like. When I saw my mother's gutted corpse, I'd never been more frightened in my life. I couldn't leave you guys in good conscience. I can't explain it, but I felt a weird kind of pull towards you; like I was supposed to help you."
"We can't thank you enough Sidney and we promise that we will find a way to repay the favor," Emma said of course meaning saving her life. The sweet exchange was destroyed by the telephones loud rings. Emma clenched her teeth and answered the phone on speaker.
"Hello."
"Didn't your mother ever tell you that it's rude to hang up on someone in the middle of a conversation. Oh that's right. She can't, can she?" The knowing Ghostface asked.
"Shut up about her you dipshit!" Emma spat ,which surprised Jessica. It never occured to her until now that in the timeframe that she and Emma were dating, she never once mentioned her mother.
"I would advise against insulting me, Emma. You really don't want to see me angry. You wouldn't want any harm to come to your pretty little girlfriend would you? Her torture would be slow and painful. First I would rip out her tongue then gut the little slut! Taking my time with each stab. Making sure each one is better and deeper than the last; like a work of art almost. Best part of all is that this wouldn't be enough to kill instantly. There's nothing more satisfying than watching a person's life slowly slipping away and how there is not a single thing that can be done to stop it."
"Fuck you!" The three girls shouted.
"No! Fuck all of you! Especially you Sidney! Sidney the victim, Sidney the survivor, Sidney the star! Not in this movie Sidney. You were never the star. You want to know who the real star is? Me!" Ghostface yelled.
"Why do people keep cranking out money to see done to death horror franchises? Because they want to root for the killer to butcher, slice, and dice the inept heroes. How else could you explain the bad guys always coming back while the people that vanquished them never make it more than a few sequels? Alice, Laurie Strode, Nancy Thompson, Kristen Parker, Clear Rivers. None of them survived and you three won't be any different."
"Who's Clear Rivers?" Sidney asked.
"You'll find out," Ghostface answered. "And thanks to your house guests Sidney my entire script had to go under a rewrite and as a result everyone has to audition once again for the parts they worked so hard to create. You, Emma, Jessica, Gale, Dewey, Tatum, and last but far from least Randy. Oh, and Casey Becker and Judy Hicks to an extent. Should you survive the second auditions you might make it into the climax of my movie, but don't count on it. You can only cheat death so many times and Sidney, your number is almost up."
There was a click and the line was dead. The three survivors exchanged glances.
"I take it he was the one that attacked you two the night Billy and I found you," Sidney guessed.
"Pretty much. There's a few things about this guy we need to fill you in on."
Cotton Weary's life had sucked since the beginning. Like most people with a tragic story his mom died when he was very little and his old man naturally treated him like shit. He ran away from home when he turned 16. But not without going out with a bang first. In addition to stealing the car he also beat his father unconscious and set his house on fire. Part of the structure collapsed on him upon regaining consciousness and he was left trapped.
Unable to resist, Cotton, ventured back inside the house and saw his father clinging to life. He begged for Cotton to save him and Cotton laughed like a mad man. On the inside that is since the house was filling up with smoke. Cotton left him to die a slow, painful, and fiery death. Who knows how long it took for him to finally die? His suffering must've been unbearable.
He had to make his own living after running away to California. Surviving on whatever he got his hands on. Due to how his life turned out, Cotton was an extremely opportunistic person. If something benefited him, he'd seize it immediately. Yet whenever a good thing came his way it always blew up in his face. One of those things that occurred years later was when he entered into an affair with Maureen Prescott. He thought what's the worst that could go wrong? She's the cheater and not him; if he only knew what was coming. One disastrous night later and Cotton was on trial for a murder he had nothing to do with.
The irony of it all was that Cotton received plenty of media attention. The town of Woodsboro ate up the case like it was the next big movie of the year. From what little he heard while in prison, people went as far as to make bets about the outcome of the trial. If this was a T.V. show the trial would come to an dramatic finish conclusion with either Cotton's fate unresolved until the next season or him being found not guilty at the last possible second.
The harsh truth about the real world, however, was that happy endings such as that were nothing but fantasy. If it wasn't for him having a good lawyer, Cotton would've been rotting in Death Row rather than a prison cell. The only person on Earth that believed his innocence was the upstart reporter Gale Weathers. She even wrote a book about the whole case; sold millions of copies as a matter of fact.
Now Cotton was stuck in the back of a prisoner transport. A stranger made a threat on Cotton's life today via phone call and because of the murders that started up the cops weren't taking any chances and were moving him to a new location for his protection. Cotton wasn't fooled, however. He knew that these cops didn't give rat's ass about him. To them the only good criminal was a dead criminal. Why else would they only send a single armored car for the transfer? That's right. No back up at all. The lack of logic in this situation baffeled Cotton to no end.
"Hey, are we almost there! ? It's getting very uncomfortable back here!" Cotton yelled to the two guards at the front of the car to break the silence. When he was in jail he could talk to people at least. In this car the guards remained silent for the majority of the ride. Silence aggravated Cotton to no end.
"Shut up, Weary!" The guard shouted from the front. "Oh shit!" He screamed. The driver slammed his feet on the brakes nearly propelling Cotton out of his seat. Cotton heard the sound of another car's doors opening up.
"What the He-," the guards voice was cut off before the completion of the sentence. Cotton also heard gun fire seconds later.
"Why won't you die! ?" The guard shouted firing more bullets until the clip was emptied out. "Noooo!" A gun shot and total silence was what followed. Cotton struggled with his bindings, but they weren't budging.
"Damn it!" He cursed when the back door was opened up. Cotton expected the attacker from outside to put an end to his life. To his surprise the murdered guards were what were thrown in the back. The first had a cut starting at his bottom lip and extending down to the area above his heart. His right eye was also stabbed out. The second guard's head was blown off. Two masked men, one of which was holding a shot gun, entered the back compartment of the armored car. The third went to the front and fired up the armored car.
"Who…who are you people?" Cotton asked finding his voice.
"Today's your lucky day, Cotton," Future Ghostface said.
"Well that was the most surprising moment of the movie," Amanda said finally sounding impressed. "Have you come up with that that horror movie yet?"
"I'm thinking. I'm thinking," Brian answered; too focused on what took place to think clearly.
To Be Continued…
A/N: Emma and Jessica being lesbians is a direct reference to Scream 4, which jokingly established that you had to be gay in order to survive a horror movie this day and age.
The Ghostfaces have their reasons for setting Cotton free even though Roman and Stu were the ones that caused him to get arrested in the first place.
