Chapter 10
A/N: This is it, the final chapter and finale to beginning of my Scream miniseries. Enjoy ^_^!
-Tokyo, Japan—
The mega yacht sped through the calm, salty waters of Tokyo Bay. Tyler stood on the deck scanning the bright lights spanning the nighttime cityscape. The yacht sailed into the Tokyo Docks and pulled into dry dock. Tyler turned and regarded the ten standing before him, "We have arrived in Tokyo as you can tell. Do nothing to attract unwanted attention and stick close together. Just follow my lead and we will be fine." Tyler dismissed them and walked down the starboard side of the ship flanked by Hannah and three other men garbed in black.
He stepped down the docking ramp and leapt onto the cement pathway. Several boats pulled into the port passing I and out of his view at all times. He passed by a narrow strip of dock in between two sailboats and a small group of four silhouetted men stood leaning against the hulls of the two ships. Two of the four turned to face Tyler and smirked at him through the dark and spoke to the other in their native tongue. One brave man walked towards Tyler and pulled a copper pipe from his back pocket. "You are a long way from home, American," he said in a heavy accent. Tyler disregarded him and strode forward.
The man's arrogant smile slipped off his face and he raced forward with a look of fury. He swung the pipe for the side of his head and Tyler's hand sprang forward and grasped his wrist in an iron grip. "You obviously have no idea who you are dealing with," he snarled. His friend rushed to help him but Hannah stepped out in front of him and planted a swift kick to the side of his face. Tyler twisted his wrist behind his back and he dropped the copper pipe. He shoved him forward and he stumbled and crashed hard onto the cement. Hannah slid her concealed blade out from her sleeve and flashed it at the other two starting for her and they backed away.
Tyler shook his head and planted a swift kick in the ribs to the man sprawled on the ground in a twisted heap. The man howled in pain and rolled out of harm's way. Tyler strode forward and Hannah followed. Two of the three followed and one stayed behind and tossed the man back at the two. He looked back at Tyler and he raised his clenched fist in reply. The bodyguard nodded and stepped back into the narrow strip of dock.
Tyler smiled when screams of pain and agony rose from between the two boats and continued onward. A moment later four splashes filled the night and the bodyguard returned to Tyler's side. Tyler walked down a stairway underground and stepped onto one of the train cars of the Rinkai Line. The lights flickered and the train shot forward disappearing down a dark subway tunnel.
-Moscow, Russia—
Paulina strode down the tile floor of Moscow International Airport. She stood flanked by two men their eyes concealed behind red-lensed shades and garbed in black trench coats. She strode forward and casually pushed the door open and whispered taking in her surroundings, "Дом, милый дом."(Home, sweet home.)
She flashed a smile and signaled for a taxi. She got in flanked by the two and they sped off into downtown Moscow. The car stopped before a massive hotel and Paulina got out of the car. She stared up at the top floors where the executive suites were with the breathtaking views of Moscow. She head inside and pressed the up button on the wall. The metal doors slid open and the three stepped inside and rose to the top of the hotel. "Человек, который мы собираемся встретить до сих пор неясно, где лежат его лояльность. Будьте готовы ко всему," she said to her guards. (The man we are about to meet is unsure of here his loyalties lie. Be ready for anything.)
They nodded and replied, "Как вы хотите." (As you wish.)
The doors slid open and she casually strode out and walked past the granite double doors leading into separate suites. She headed down the hall and stopped before the two men guarding the doors, "Я здесь, чтобы говорить с боссом. Позвольте мне в настоящее время," she ordered the guards. (I am here to speak with your boss. Let me in now.) They nodded quickly and swiped their cards and the doors slid open.
The room stood devoid of all furniture except a marble desk surrounded by plush, leather armchairs. The chair behind the desk pivoted towards Paulina and a man stood up garbed in a maroon dress shirt and black slacks. His hair was parted to the left side of his face lettings his bangs fall to obscure his glittering, emerald eyes. "Ну, хорошо, если это не Полина," he said. (Well, well if it isn't Paulina.
"Здравствуйте, Антон," said Paulina. (Hello, Anton.)
"И что же я должен удовольствие вашей компании?" asked Anton. (And to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?)
"Я здесь для бизнес-предложение," replied Paulina, "Я прошу вас, что вы со мной на моем journies по всему миру, и служить Братству лучше, чем из-за стола." (I'm here for a business proposal) (I ask of you that you accompany me on my journeys around the world, and serve the Brotherhood better than from behind a desk.)
"Sounds good to me," he said in a harsh accent and an evil grin.
-Venice, Italy—
Sabryna sat idly in a chair on a veranda off of her hotel street observing the busy streets below. Her phone buzzed and vibrated on the small table beside her. She snatched the phone up and a message glowed on the screen, "Start the killings." She smiled and set the phone back down. She scanned the park below and noticed a couple sitting on a park bench.
"Target acquired," she thought to herself. She slid the door shut to the veranda and disappeared into the doorway of her bedroom.
The couple strode down the street and peered through the glass into shops and cafes. They stopped at a restaurant and walked inside. Sabryna sat at the table across from them watching their every movement and grasping every word of their conversation from behind a menu. The boyfriend's eyes met hers for a moment and she looked away.
The two continued on in their conversation, and she knew she had found the perfect pair of victims. By the time they were finished eating Sabryna had already paid the bill and exited the restaurant. The couple exited soon after a few minutes later and Sabryna followed down the bustling streets careful to keep her distance. She picked up her phone and typed in the numbers of the phone number she had overheard into the dial pad. The phone rang and music could be heard playing a few paces ahead.
"Hello?" asked the girlfriend.
"Ah, American tourists, this is perfect."
"Qual è il tuo film preferito paura?" asked Sabryna.
"I think you have the wrong number, ma'am I don't speak Italian," replied the woman.
"Then let me repeat myself in English. What's your favorite scary movie?" asked Sabryna.
"Is this some kind of joke," asked the woman, still walking forward beside her boyfriend.
"Are you afraid?" asked Sabryna.
"No, do I have a reason to be," replied the girl.
"What if I told you I want to see what your insides look like?" asked Sabryna, still using the app on her phone to alter her voice.
After a period of silence the girl spoke again with a shaky voice, "I-I-I w-would s-say y-you a-are a p-psychopath."
"Why Erica you sound quite nervous, even a little scared," she said.
"How do you know my name?" asked the girl clearly frightened now, "Just leave me alone asshole." She hung up out of fear and slipped the phone back into her purse. Her boyfriend watched her carefully and watched her pick up the phone again.
"What do you want from me?" she said, "I'm hanging up don't call this number again."
"If you hang up, I will slice you into bits and then skin your little boyfriend alive," snarled Sabryna.
The boyfriend snatched up the phone and screamed into it, "Who the fuck is this and what do you want?"
"This one is feisty," she replied.
"You call this number again and I swear I will find you and beat the shit out of you," roared the boyfriend.
He clicked the end call button and handed it back to her. Sabryna frowned at the two in front and followed them into their hotel. She got into the elevator with them and the elevator rose to the fifth level of the hotel. She got off on the fourth and quickly climbed the stairwell to the fifth and watched them enter their room.
She walked over to a window and kicked it open. She pulled out her two knives and scaled the wall and leapt across the gap between the ledge and the couple's balcony. The girlfriend turned and stared out the French doors onto the balcony and Sabryna slipped out of view. She slipped on her Bloodred costume and waited for the right moment. The girlfriend disappeared into the bathroom and the boyfriend answered the door and pulled in a cart with a bucket of ice and a bottle of champagne.
Bloodred opened the door silently and slipped inside before closing it without a sound. She disappeared into the dark corners of the bedroom. The boyfriend lit candles all around the room and headed over to the corner with a few. He lit a match and the flames illuminated Bloodred's mask.
The man's eyes filled with terror as the figure in the corner moved out towards him. He began to raise his voice to warn his girlfriend but a gloved hand covered his mouth.
He resisted against her grip and backed up against the wall, slamming Bloodred repeatedly into it. Bloodred grunted and pulled out her knife and stabbed him in the stomach. He groaned in sudden pain and spat blood on the hardwood floor. She kicked open the balcony door and tied him to a patio chair.
He tried to protest but she backhanded him across the face. Bloodred disappeared into the closet by the front door and the girlfriend exited the bathroom. Her nightgown billowed slightly as the wind poured in from the open French doors.
She squinted into the black but couldn't make anything out in the dark of the night. The phone began to ring and dance across the bedside table. She picked it up, and quietly answered, "H-Hello?"
"Hello, remember me?" asked Bloodred with a snarl, "Pretty scary night isn't it?"
"What do you want?" asked the girl.
"I already told you earlier today. To see what your insides look like," replied Bloodred with a vicious laugh.
"Why are you doing this to me? Why me?" asked the girl.
"You think this all about you, eh? Well maybe you should show a little concern for your boyfriend. Strange isn't it how suddenly he disappeared," said Bloodred cackling with sick laughter.
The color drained from her face as the balcony doors slammed shut and the light came on outside, shining brightly on the chair. "E-Eric," screeched the girlfriend at the motionless body tied down. She reached for the door handle.
"I wouldn't do that, you never know who could be out there," said Bloodred.
She put her hand down, and snapped at Bloodred, "Why can't you just leave us alone you sick piece of shit."
"Harsh words," replied Bloodred in mock pain.
"But let's get down to the point," said Bloodred, "I want to play a little game. Answer my questions right and you both live. Get one wrong and he dies, another and you die."
"F-fine I will do whatever you want," she whispered, trembling with fear.
"First question, what's the name of the killer of the Halloween franchise?" asked Bloodred.
"Michael Myers, that's an easy one," said the girl.
"This is just the warm-up," said Bloodred, "What weapon does he wield?"
"A butcher knife," she replied with ease.
"You must be a fan of horror movies if you can answer these that easily," said Bloodred.
"Nope, just watch the occasional flick," she replied.
"What is the name of the killer in Texas Chainsaw Massacre?" asked Bloodred.
"Leatherface," she replied.
"What movie is the whole ordeal based off of?" asked Bloodred.
"I-I don't know," said the girl.
"Oh come on what franchise, surely you must know," said Bloodred laughing cruelly.
"I remember the movie Stab? Is that right?" asked the girl.
"That's partially correct," said Bloodred, "That saves you but not him." Blood splattered the glass as metal flashed in the dark. She screamed in horror and raced for the front door. The closet door swung open and knocked her aside. Bloodred stepped out, "You shouldn't have tried to run." She raised the knife and ended the woman's screams of terror.
Bloodred dragged the body out onto the balcony and tied chains and rope around her and tossed her over the side. Her limp body flayed around and bobbed up and down like a puppet on strings. Her boyfriend soon joined her in the same fashion. Bloodred closed the blood-drenched doors behind her and vanished out of the suite.
-the next morning—
Father Death switched on the TV in the main lounge of the mega yacht. A news reporter came on in front of a hotel in what looked to be Venice. "Interpol has released some information to us, to aid in the capture of the killer. Authorities told us that both victims were American tourists visiting Venice ad last night, were brutally murdered with multiple stab wounds and cuts, presumably by a knife and then strung from their suite's balcony like puppets. The hotel's cameras suspiciously enough, did not catch anyone other than the two entering their room," said the reporter, "My condolences go to the grieving families of these two and this has been a tragic moment for Venice and the rest of the world itself."
Tyler laughed evilly, "Your work is done Bloodred. This is just the beginning."
A/N: Fin! I hoped you enjoyed this fanfiction and I hope to see you all return to read the sequel. It will take some time to create so please bear with me because I'm starting several new fanfictions as well. Bye!