Hey lovelies, here is another chapter. Shout out to Nuttymoomoo01 for the follow and favourite, Raexsz for the favourite, and shout out to Nirvana14 for her TWO reviews. Ya'll are awesome. Thank you. Enjoy this chapter. I'm off today and tomorrow, so look for another post tomorrow at some point as well. Nikolle

Taylor rolled her eyes, looking at the two outfits on the bed, before grabbing the phone in anger and dialing a number. "Omega Beta Zeta."

"Are you sure the jeans wouldn't be weird?"

"Girl, no. You wear jeans every day, so it'll be fine."

"But?"

"But, I think you should wear the dress. Your legs are to die for," she made a sound, "excuse the pun and all that, but show off your body. Let him know what he's getting. Tease him."

The brunette sighed, "alright. I'll swing by after the party and we can hang."

"Please. I don't know how I got roped into this again."

"Cause you're nice. And have a creepy boyfriend who calls every five minutes if you do go out."

"Ex-boyfriend."

"Mhm," glancing at the clock, she winced, "I believe you. I'll see you have the party...ya know, unless I've been brainwashed to become a delta."

"As if."

"Whatever you say, Alicia." The laughter of the two girls faded off as Taylor hung up, before grabbing the black dress off the twin-size bed in her dorm. The dress was knee length, had sleeves, and covered in large pink, white, and red flowers. Pairing it with her favorite chunky ankles boots and trusty leather choker, she swiped a coat of dark red lipstick on before tousling her hair and walking out the door. Less than five minutes later, she was meeting Sidney and Hallie in the common area before they went to join the guys.

-xXx-

"Taylor, tell her to pledge Delta Lambda."

The youngest of the trio raised a single eyebrow before throwing a grin in Lois and Murphy's directions, "I'm pledging Omega Beta Zeta."

"What? Why would you do that?"

"My blonde best friend says I have no other choice. Pledge or die." She ignored the look that Sidney shot in her direction.

"Taylor!"

She looked up as a girl in blue appeared in front of her, "Dawnie, hi! You're late."

"I had to change. You going to the house anytime soon?"

She shrugged, taking a sip of whatever drink she was having, "Yeah, whenever we leave here. Why?"

"I just left and Cici is jumpy as hell. Ted has apparently been drunk dialing her."

The soon-to-be pledge let out of rush of air, "alright," she glanced at the watch on Hallie's wrist, as the black student walked pass, "I'll give it another five minutes then head that way." The sorority girl nodded with a huge smile before walking off to gain another drink.

Taylor tossed the rest of her drink down her throat before sitting the glass on a random table and making her way back to the girls, who had unfortunately been joined by Lois and Murphy.

"Cocktail?"

"What took you so long?" Taylor snorted at Sidney's obvious displeasure at being here, paired with Randy's guilty look, before taking pity and wrapping an arm about her boyfriend's thin waist, and guiding him away throwing a smirk in Sidney's direction.

Mickey appeared, just as Randy and Taylor separated, and the Woodsboro graduate was walking past to get his girlfriend a drink, "The Empire Strikes Back. Better story, improved effects."

"Not a sequel, part of a original planned trilogy."

"Yeah, I like those little furry things," Hallie spoke up, looking at Mickey in interest.

"The Ewoks, they blow."

Taylor laughed, catching Mickey's eye, "You would know." He simply flipped her off in response. "Hallie, time?"

"8:55."

Taylor sighed, taking a sip of Randy's newly delivered drink, before placing a chaste kiss to his lips and handing it back, "Time for me to go."

"Where?" "What?"

"I promised Cici I'd head over there. And it's almost 9, so if I want any sleep tonight, I need to get moving."

Mickey was staring at her again, as Randy wrapped his arms around her and leaned in to talk lowly, "want me to go with you? Then I'll walk you back, maybe stay over?"

Biting her lip, she ran her fingernails lightly against his stomach and chest, "tomorrow. Who knows how long she'll keep me hostage."

She walked towards the entrance, only to stop as the twin twits appeared in front of her with grins, Lois speaking excitedly, "hey guys, something is up at Omega Beta Zeta, police are everywhere!"

Catching Sidney's eye, she felt panic as she headed out the front door with the crowd.

She arrived at the house in time to hear Gale shout at her camera man.

She watched the black man, hold the camera at his side, "Gale, I hafta be honest with you. I'm not cut out for this. I mean, I was brought here to do an interview, not faces of death 14."

"Do not fuck with me."

Taking a deep breath, Taylor let her presence be known, "who died?" the quietness of her voice didn't stop Dewey from jumping.

His eyes narrowing briefly, "a sorority girl."

"Name," her voice was shaking, "do you have a name?" The former police officer shook his head, and her eyes filled with tears before she took off away from him, "Cici!"

She was stopped by a uniformed officer, "I'm sorry, you can't go in there. It's a crime scene."

She struggled for a few more moments before seeming to lose her will, "I just need to know if Cici is okay. Can you tell me that, at least?"

"I'm sorry, miss. I can't give you that information."

Tears streamed down her cheeks, "Cici!"

-xXx-

"Easiest interrogation of my crime filled life."

Taylor sighed, her head falling into her heads, mumbling, "I've been through too many of these for someone who has never been arrested."

"Tell me about it," Sidney was leaning back against the vinyl red seat cushions, arms across her stomach.

"How ya doing? You alright?" She raised her head long enough to ensure that Mickey was talking to Sidney and not her.

"Not at all. Ya know, I knew this was coming. I knew...this wasn't over."

"You are not alone, Sid, okay? We are all here for you, alright? Whatever you need."

"Poor girl."

"I know, it's crazy."

Taylor's head went backwards as she stared up at the ceiling, "I am so sick of having to hear that my best friends have been murdered. That they've been stabbed, especially when the chickenshit is too scared to come after me."

Mickey leaned up, looking at her, while Sidney just moved her eyes to lock onto her face, his voice was almost mocking, "and what would you do?"

"Well, I have enough scars on my body, so I guess I could just show him how much better I am than my brother."

"Taylor," Sidney's voice was quiet, "you know you wouldn't kill anyone."

She pushed herself against the seat, her head banging slightly against the white wall. She winced, "I know, but I don't know how many more of my friends dying I can handle. Cici is…was the only person who didn't really treat me like a murderer when the three of us arrived."

Mickey's warm hand covered hers in comfort, giving it a squeeze before he stood, "I'm going to go get you something to drink, okay? Okay."

"Derek could've died, ya know?"

Taylor tried to give her brother's ex-girlfriend a smile, "but he didn't. He just needs to realize it's not time to play hero. It's the 90s, heroes die."

-xXx-

"Taylor!"

The student turned around, her backpack swinging slightly behind her, to see Dewey limping his way towards her, "What can do I do for you, Dewey?"

"Chief Hartley has officers on Sidney. I thought he assigned him to you as well."

She shrugged, looking towards the short grass, "I turned him down. Less people to get hurt when someone tries to kill me."

"You don't know that anyone is going to try to -"

"Maureen Prescott," she cut him off, his look of shock prompting her to continue, "Maureen Evens. Steven Orth. Phil Stevens. Ca," she cleared her throat, "Casey Becker…Cici Cooper," the raised a finger at each name, "they attacked Sidney and didn't kill her. Then they attacked me, and I'm obviously alive. Then Himbry." She paused, a thoughtful looking gracing her features, "actually that was probably my fault, so I doubt whoever this is, is going to go after another teacher or whatever. Then Tay…and Gale's cameraman." She took a deep breath, "I know the system. I know the rules. Meaning, they'll attack me next. Then Hallie. Then new guy. See, easy? I could be a cop."

"Let's go back to why you don't think a teacher will be attacked."

She sighed, "the day Himbry was killed…probably by Billy, to be honest…I had let him on a secret that Himbry had been inappropriate a few times. He was…upset to say the least."

"That wouldn't be your fault," he put his hand on her shoulder, in an almost brotherly embrace, "at least let me go with you. You don't need to be alone."

She smirked, looking at the figure walking in their direction, "I won't be," before turning and jogging to join Randy, their hands instantly tangling together.

-xXx-

Three hours later, she was waking up from a well sated nap, to see Randy sitting in a chair, facing a camera. "What are you doing?" She braced herself on her elbows, the sheets pooling around her waist.

"Leaving my legacy."

She rolled her eyes, glancing at the clock as she intended to roll over to sleep once more, "Shit," she shot out of the bed, pulling on her underwear quickly, "I'm gonna be late for bio." She continued rushing around, grabbing her clothes as she continued recording, vaguely registering her boyfriend saying something about the rental store he used to work at, before she bent over and kissed him firmly on the lips, and rushing out of the door, allowing his roommate to finally make his way inside.

-xXx-

The ringing of her cellphone didn't stop her rush as she merely swung her bag around to dig through it, a shout of triumph leaving her lips when her fingers brought it from its confinement. "Hello?"

"Where are you off to in such a rush?" She came to a dead stop, almost causing a random guy to run into her as she began to wildly look around. "Can you see me?"

"What do you want?"

"I have question that needs to be answered."

"I don't watch scary movies, so next question please."

"I don't think that's the truth, Taylor Marie."

Her eyes narrowed at the stern tone the voice had taken, "I haven't actually been able to watch a scary movie in its entirety since my brother and his best friend tried to kill me during their hissy fit. So, unless you're about to magically appear and try to finish what they started, I do not have time for this conversation. I have enough trouble passing biology without missing class, because some lame ass copycat thought he could get into my mind. Goodbye." She clicked the phone call to an end, before looking around once more, sighing, she entered the brick building that contained her biology class.

She ignored the ringing coming from her pocket as she walked down the empty hallway, those who were going to their classes would already be in their classes, as they started over five minutes ago. The ringing stopped before started up again, almost immediately. Rolling her eyes, she pulled the device from her pocket before pressing the button to turn it off, tossing it into her backpack. "Don't you know it's rude to not answer the phone?"

"Fuck," she turned around, eyes widening as she took in the stance of the person now facing her, who waved the large knife at her, almost teasingly. Gripping her bag as tightly, she took a deep breath before throwing it as hard as she could towards the head of Ghostface, not pausing as she took off in a sprint in the opposite direction. She heard the bag connect, before footsteps sounded behind her. She ran without looking back, knowing if she could make it into a lit-up classroom she would be safe, but the first floor of the building was nothing but offices for the professors.

Seeing the stairs ahead of her and a set of doors to the right, she risked a glance behind her to see the masked man gone. She stood with her back towards the alcove, frantically looking around to see if she could find where he went, before a body slammed into her side, pushing her to the ground with a scream, a black glove hand automatically coming to her throat and squeezing. Her legs kicked from their position beneath him, trying to land any sort of blow possible as her hands scratched at his. She could almost see his eyes from behind the mask as the knife came up, the searing pain she was all too familiar with emanating from her body as her vision began blurring before completely fading to black.

-xXx-

Beeping filled the room as Taylor's eyes flickered open. Her groan was barely audible, the object holding her hand prisoner grew tighter. "You're okay. You're at the hospital."

"Ran?" Her voice was harsh, and her throat burned as she struggled to fully form the word.

"Yeah, it's me, babe." She stared at his blurred form, eyebrows getting closer together when he stood up, "I'll be back. Just have to go grab a nurse."

Less than two minutes later, she counted, he reentered the room, followed by a woman wearing a pair of dark pink scrubs. "How are you feeling, Miss Loomis," she checked vitals appearing on the machines next to the gown clad teenager, "any pain?"

"Headache." She took the small white cup with an even smaller smile in thanks, before slipping the straw into her parched mouth, barely listening as the nurse instructed her to drink slowly. She almost sighed in contentment when she had drained the cup, "and my thigh kills."

"Your vitals look good. I'll get you some more pain medication, and I'll send the doctor in, okay, sweetie?"

Taylor looked at the older woman warily but nodded in acceptance. The moment the door closed, her eyes slide towards her boyfriend, "When can I go home?"

He chuckled, "give it a couple of hours at least, yeah? You're here for a reason."

"What happened?"

"You don't remember? Babe, you were this close," he put his pointer finger and thumb together as he spoke, "to bleeding out on the first floor of Gardner." Her eyes flickered down towards the sheets, wondering how many times she had been stabbed, as her entire body ached.

The eyes of both occupants shot to the door as it opened, the even brighter light in the hallway leaking in a man wrapped in a long white lab coat shuffled in, eyes looking down at a clipboard. "Good afternoon, Miss Loomis. I'm Dr. Richards. Seems like you've had a couple of rough days."

"What gave it away? The blood? I bet it was the blood, huh?"

The doctor just looked at Randy with a strange look on his face, causing the film major to give the balding man a smile and a shrug, "she's always like this. She's fine."

"Okay then." He did a few checks on her injuries before stepping back towards the foot of the bed once more, "Miss Loomis, it looks like everything is beginning to heal just fine. Now, you have a few bruises along you throat, which is going to make it a bit difficult for you to speak very often. Your thigh is going to be tender for a while. I'm sorry to say that the wound will probably scar. Everything else appears to be just minor bruises."

"Got it. Can I go home now?"

"Sure, I'll get them started on your paperwork. The police would like to speak with you first."

She let out a huff of air, her head falling back onto the thin pillow, "send them in."