Disclaimer: I do not own Scream; this is merely a fanfiction.

"So … Alan … been kind of a rough night for you, huh?"

Alan is sitting in a police station interrogation room. Mark Kincaid is pacing back and forth while Wallace sits there, scribbling notes.

"Yeah, it was awful. Listen, is this going to take long? I kind of need to get home …"

Kincaid looks at him suspiciously. "What's your rush, Alan?"

"My mom … she has special needs … I have to get home to make sure she's taking her medication!"

"I see. Well this won't take too long. We've already called your cousin. She'll pick you up and take you home."

"Kirby?"

Kincaid smiles. "She was quite insistent. Anyway … where did you say you worked again?"

"A movie theater – but look -."

Kincaid raises his eyebrows. "A movie theater? And would you say you love movies?"

"I like them, but I -."

"What about horror movies?"

"I like them too."

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

Alan's leg is shaking nervously. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Look … we have three college students dead. Killed by a maniac in a Ghostface costume. Obviously this is movie-related."

Alan leans forward. "Am I a suspect? Is that what this is about? Do you guys seriously -."

"Hey, according to our chronology, you were nowhere to be seen during the time of the attack."

"I was in the kitchen! I was making a sandwich!"

Wallace steps in. "Almost too convenient…"

"Look, am I under arrest?"

Kincaid shakes his head. "Not yet."

"Then can I leave? I saw Horrible Bosses – and I know that you can't keep me here without a warrant or reasonable proof!"

Wallace looks at his partner. "He's right, Mark."

"We're not keeping you here," Kincaid says. "All we're doing is just asking questions. Gathering data. Of course, you're free to leave whenever you like. We'll be seeing more of each other, I'm sure. Oh, and send the next guy in."

Jake is sitting in the interrogation room where Alan had sat only moments before.

Kincaid thinks about how to proceed. "So … Jake … I understand you're a real sportsman."

"Yeah, I'm on the college football team."

"Nice. What position?"

"Linebacker."

"Not bad. And … you hosted the party for your fraternity, right?"

Jake nods. "Yeah, we were scoping out some new recruits."

"And Alan and Steve were among them."

"Yeah."

"So you host a party that a killer tries to crash. Seems a little too convenient."

Jake narrows his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing. I just think it odd that you host a party that a killer strikes at. A party that happens to have Kirby Reed's cousin present."

"Look, if you're accusing me -."

"No. Not yet. We're just establishing some facts and citing some oddities is all."

"I didn't kill anyone, detectives."

Wallace looks at him very seriously. "No one said you did."

Stacey is now in the hot seat.

"Let me get this straight," Kincaid says. "You were downstairs – alone with Jake mixing drinks at the time of the killings?"

"Yes." She seems very nervous, as she shrinks in her seat.

"How old are you?" Kincaid asks.

"Nineteen."

"You do realize you just confessed to underage drinking?" Wallace adds. Kincaid motions for him to quiet down.

"So everyone else was either upstairs or somewhere else in the house," Kincaid says.

"Yes. It was just me and Jake alone downstairs."

"Ah. So the two of you might've just … slipped away while everyone else was out of the room."

"Are you saying Jake and I killed Ruby and Daniel?"

"Hey, anything's possible. Are you ready to confess?"

Stacey is on the verge of tears. "I – I didn't … I didn't h-hurt any … anybody."

Kincaid looks down at her. "Crocodile tears, Stacey. Jill Roberts had them too when she pretended to be an innocent victim."

Wallace nudges his partner. "Take it easy, Mark. She's still a young girl!"

"She's nineteen, Wallace. Jill Roberts was only seventeen – she was a little girl."

Lauren is up next.

"So Kyle shows up again after Matthew takes him home, so I go outside to try to shoo him away," she finishes explaining.

"It's funny," Kincaid says. "You go outside alone to talk to a guy who's gotten violent with you in the past …"

"Hey, I figured I could call for help."

"Were Daniel, Ruby or Lizzie able to call for help before being sliced up?"

"Er … well, no."

"So you were outside – nowhere to be seen – at the time of the killings. Kinda odd."

Lauren leans forward. "Do I look like I could kill somebody?"

"Do you want the honest answer?" Wallace asks.

Lauren leans back. "Uh … no I guess not."

Matthew is sitting, shaking his leg either out of nerves or sheer boredom.

"So let's level, Matthew." Kincaid sits down across from him. "You're friends with Lauren, right?"

"Yes. Have been since we were in elementary school."

"Would you like to be … more than friends with Lauren?"

Matthew looks up at the two detectives. "Do I … do I have to answer that?"

Both cops nod their heads.

"Yes. I've loved her from the day we met."

"Does it anger you that you've been relegated to the friend zone?"

Matthew shakes his head. "Not exactly angered … frustrated, maybe. With how much I've put myself out for her … everything I've done for her … and all she sees me as is just a friend."

"So you decided to hack everyone up because you can't escape the friend zone?"

Matthew's eyes widen. "What? No, no!"

"The others say you were unaccounted for at the time of the murders."

"I was … was taking a walk!"

"Almost as suspicious as Alan's making a sandwich excuse."

"I didn't kill anyone, detectives!"

"That's what Jake and Stacey said."

"Kyle … you used to date Lauren, right?"

"Yeah, if you could call it that."

"Oh, what would you call it?"

"Her leading me around by the nose and stomping on my heart." He leans forward. "Look … I gave everything of myself to her – and more. And then she takes the opportunity to cheat on me – twice!"

"Was that why you put her in the hospital?"

Kyle leans back. "Come on, guys…"

"Where were you at the time of the murders?"

"I … Matthew drove me home. But … I wanted to talk to Lauren, so I came back to the party."

Kincaid tilts his head. "And immediately after the killer disappears – imagine that."

Steve's up.

"So you were going to get a little … bump-bump … with Lauren, huh?"

Steve raises his hands. "Hey, what I do with my life is my business, man."

"Tell us what happened."

"I went upstairs to … you know … see Lauren. But I couldn't find her. I go downstairs to see Stacey and Jake on the couch. We go up to the hallway and find blood and guts all over the place."

"And you don't think it suspicious that you were upstairs at the time of Ruby's murder?"

"I … well, hey. Jake and Stacey might've run upstairs, snipped her up, and then gone downstairs."

Wallace looks at him very seriously. "Trying to direct suspicion to others doesn't bode too well for your innocence, Steve."

"Hey, I'm the victim here, too. I never got laid …"

The entire group is sitting outside the interrogation room waiting for Steve to finish up.

"Alan!"

A voice calls his name, and he turns around to see Kirby rushing towards him, Evan standing off to the side. Kirby smothers him with hugs. "I'm so relieved … when I heard …" She smacks him across the face.

"Ow, what was that for?"

"For leaving your mother home alone and carousing at some party with a serial killer on the loose!"

"Look … I didn't know there was a killer on the loose, okay? Besides, can we not do this in front of everyone?" Jake, Kyle and Matthew are sniggering."

"Oh, are you embarrassed? Trust me, I could embarrass you far worse!" Kirby grabs his ear. "Say goodbye to everyone." She then drags him down the hall amidst the laughter of everyone present.

Evan hesitates. "Hey, Kirbz. Wait for me a minute. I want to talk to Kincaid after he finishes the interrogations."

"Fine. Alan, you and I are gonna wait in the cafeteria. I can't believe I have to babysit you like this! You're how old again?"

Evan waits as Steve exits the room, looking quite frazzled. Kincaid and Wallace come out, still no closer to discovering the identity of the killer.

"Detective Kincaid!" Evan waves to get his attention.

"Evan?"

"Hey, how's it going, detective?"

Kincaid sighs as the group of suspects leaves. "Not good. Too many suspects, too much suspicious behavior – and too many possible motives."

"Look … that's what I wanted to talk to you about."

"With all due respect, Evan, you're not exactly a cop."

"No. But I am movie buff. I was taught everything I know by Randy Meeks."

Kincaid motions for Evan to join him in private. Once they're alone, Kincaid is all ears. "Lay it on me, son."

"It all comes down to this," Evan says. "We have a bunch of college students, each one equally likely to be a killer. And you have to remember – there are usually two killers."

Kincaid sits down across from Evan, running a hand through his hair. "Duly noted. Look, let's not beat around the bush Evan. Who do you think did it?"

"We have to examine the murders tonight with the murders that took place last week. We have three college students butchered – and then Mr. Howards and his girlfriend earlier."

"But it doesn't fit," Kincaid says. "There's no connection between the two killings. Why target Mr. Howards and his girlfriend – and then target a bunch of random teens?"

"Who says it's random? Besides, psychopaths reason in ways that normal people don't. They make connections that we ordinarily wouldn't. There's got to be a link between both attacks somewhere."

Kincaid sighs. "Alright … based on your movie knowledge – what does your gut tell you?"

"I don't know. It could be anyone. But let's look at each one. Jake, the fraternity jock. It's odd that the killings took place at his house. Unless he staged them to gain sympathy or something for the frat on campus.

"Next we have Stacey. Quiet, meek – a total Jill Roberts 2.0.

"Lauren, a total slut. Being beaten up by her boyfriend just put her over the edge. She's not going to be the victim anymore.

"Which leads us to Kyle. Crazy, violent – a possible killer. I don't like that edgy look in his eye.

"Matthew, the friend. Maybe he wants to be more than friends, and is outraged that he can't get the girl.

"Steve, meanwhile, can get the girl. But maybe he's tired of being a typical ladies' man. Maybe he wants to make a name for himself in other ways.

"And then Alan. Works at a movie theater, loves horror movies. And like Matthew is experiencing unrequited love. Not to mention that he's Kirby's cousin, just like Jill was Sidney's."

Evan leans back, satisfied with himself.

Kincaid looks at him blankly. "That's of no help, Evan. All you did was go over what I already had written down in my notes."

"Look … none of us quite knows what's going on. This could be just another sequel – in which the sequel rules apply. But … this could also be something else, something that I'm missing. But let me give you a warning. Let none of those kids out of your sight. Any suspicious activity on their part – pounce on it."

Evan gets up, heading out.

"Keep your eyes peeled, Evan," Kincaid calls after him. "You take care of yourself. As far as I'm concerned, everyone's a target."

"That's why I'm going through a horror movie marathon tonight," Evan smirks. "Gotta keep up with the latest trends. Life imitates art, imitates life, imitates art." He winks.

Kincaid shakes his head. "I hate movie geeks."

Who do you think did it?