Disclaimer: I do not own Scream; this is merely a fanfiction.
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WOODSBORO POLICE DEPARTMENT SCREENING ROOM.
The video of the killer had just stopped playing a moment ago. Everyone sits there in stunned, horrified silence.
Governor Hagen is the first to speak. "We all know what has to be done!"
Everyone looks at him.
"What are you suggesting?" asks Wallace.
Hagen points a shaky finger at Sidney. "The killer is after her! He'll spare my Stephanie … if she … if she …"
"Don't even suggest it," Kincaid thunders.
"What choice does she have?" Hagen is filibustering now. "My daughter … for her. Didn't you hear him? The killings will stop if Sidney surrenders herself!"
"There's no guarantee of that!"
Dewey places a comforting hand on the governor's shoulder. "Look … I understand how you're feeling … but you can't -."
"You don't understand! You don't know what it is to be a father!"
Dewey's eyes settle on Gale. "You're right … I don't."
"I'll do it." Sidney's voice is quiet, but it seems to carry over the arguing group. All eyes on her. "I'll … I'll do it. I've faced numerous psychopaths before … I can face him again."
Dewey's face splits into a warm, but sad smile. "Oh Sid …" He pats her hand. "Always so quick to rush yourself headfirst into danger. But no … I won't let you."
"We won't let you," Gale says stepping forward. She is joined by Kirby, Evan and Shannon, who nod and murmur their agreement.
Sidney beams. "Thanks guys."
Governor Hagen slams his fist on a table, causing the cups of coffee settled there to quake. "Well someone better figure out a way to save my daughter!"
Dewey stands up professionally. "I'll find her. We'll save her."
"And what guarantee do I have?"
"Give me two days … Like I said, if I don't find him, I'll personally hand in my badge."
Hagen cocks his head. "I'd be tempted to take you a little more seriously, Sheriff … if you weren't standing there with your fly open!"
"What?" Dewey looks down to see the fly of his pants is unzipped. His face flushes as he turns and zips it back up. "How long was it like that? And no one told me?"
Hagen has had enough. "You have one day, Sheriff. Then we do things my way." He glares at Sidney, before exiting the door. Mayor Wilcox looks quite disturbed, and he follows the governor out.
Kirby is smiling. "Always a happy reunion."
Wallace ejects the video tape, examining it. "The content of this tape doesn't leave this office – do you guys understand?"
Kirby, Shannon and Evan shrug. "Yeah, we guess so."
Dewey looks at Gale, who looks as though Christmas has come early. "Do you understand Gale?"
"Oh, what? You think I'm going to air that tape all over my television show?"
"Gale."
"Yes, Dewey. I heard what he said. I do understand third grade English after all." She motions for her two interns. "Come on Shannon, Alice. I really need a latte … and Alice, I need you to drive back to L.A. and bring me some extra clothes … looks like I'll be staying in Woodsboro a little longer."
Dewey's eyes light up. "You're … what?"
"I'm staying in town for a bit, Dewey."
"But what about your show?"
"I'll smooth things over with my producers. This is more important anyway." She kisses Dewey on the cheek. "I'll see you at home."
She rounds on Alice. "Young lady, don't you have something to do?"
"But … but … L.A. is such a long drive … at least have Shannon come with me for company."
"No. I need Shannon here. Besides, you'll be alright driving alone. Now shoo!"
Alice turns, walking out the door, grumbling to herself about Gale playing "favorites" with Shannon.
As everyone else begins filing out of the room, Sidney just sits there, her eyes still on the screen, unable to take everything in.
…
Jake is busy in the gym, lifting weights. He struggles with a final rep, his pal Dean urging him on.
"Come on Jake. One more. You've got it, baby. Yeah! It's all you! It's all you! Push through the pain! Come on, come on, YES!"
Jake gasps as he lifts the final rep, before placing the weights aside. Dean claps him on the shoulder. "Good job today, buddy. You want to do some cardio?"
Jake shakes his head. "Nah. I'm just going to shower up and then head out. Lauren and Stacey are still shaken up after the … attack. I promised them I would go to Lauren's house. They feel more comfortable if I was around."
"I thought Lauren lived at the Omega Beta Zeta house?"
"She did. But her mother is terrified after the attack. She refuses to let Lauren stay on campus. So she's been making her commute to class."
"Where does Lauren live?"
"Woodsboro."
Dean's mouth dropped. "So wait ... she's not allowed to stay at school because of a killer … but she can stay at home in Woodsboro – the murder magnet of the world?"
Jake laughs. "I know. But Stacey's mom feels the same way. Stacey's been staying over at Lauren's house. The two of them love it. It's like a good old fashioned sleep over."
Dean gets a devious look on his face. "Any chance of catching them in half-naked pillow fights?"
Jake laughs. "If I'm lucky …" The two high five each other. "Alright man, well, take it easy."
Dean nods. "You too man."
…...
Jake is standing in a towel in the gym locker rooms, getting changed after his shower. He is humming to himself as he zips up his jeans and throws a sports shirt on. He stuffs his dirty gym clothes into a sports bag.
He hears a loud bang coming from the other side of the gym.
He peers around the corner of a locker … no one else in sight. He is all alone. He shrugs.
BANG!
There it is again.
"Hello?"
No response.
He hears footsteps coming from the opposite direction now. They are accompanied by the sounds of someone banging on lockers.
"Dean … cut it out man."
The footsteps stop.
Jake throws his gym back over his shoulder and begins walking towards the door.
A BLACK SHAPE DARTS INTO HIS FIELD OF VISION, AND THEN HIDES AMONGST THE LOCKERS.
"Okay, very funny Dean! I'm leaving now – have a good week!"
He reaches the door, sparing one last glance behind him.
The figure in black DARTS into his field of vision, but this time, Jake gets a better view.
Ghostface.
Jake's heart-rate skyrockets. "Shit."
He pushes the doors to the gym open and rushes outside as Ghostface disappears behind a locker.
…
Jake scurries outside to the parking lot, entering his car in a hurry. He tosses his gym bag onto the passenger seat before starting the ignition. He pulls out of the parking lot and makes a turn onto the highway.
"It was a prank," he tells himself. "Just some goon in a costume trying to scare me. Keep it together, Jake."
Riing! Riing!
His cell phone begins ringing, and Jake answers it without even looking at the CALLER-ID.
"Hello?"
"Hello Jake."
"Yes? Hello?"
"Boy, you sure got out of that gym in a hurry, Jake."
"Is this you? Is this the killer?"
"Thought that would be obvious by now."
"Fuck you! You killed … so many people. You tried to kill me and my friends!"
"Not tried. Trying. And I will succeed this time!"
"Yeah, well you should have tried a little harder back there in the gym!"
"Why bother? You were already dead the second you entered your car."
"What are you -?"
"Take a look at your speedometer."
Jake spares a glance down to see that his car is accelerating past 65 MPH – to 70, 75.
Jake takes his foot off the accelerator, pressing down on the breaks. Nothing happens.
"Did I forget to mention that I made some … adjustments ... to your car?"
"What did you -."
"I cut your breaks, Jake. While you were showering. I also tampered with the accelerator. Just like the movie Speed."
Jake continues pressing down on the breaks, but to no avail. His car is now passing 80 MPH.
Behind him, a police car flashes its lights and its sirens go off.
"Is that a cop I hear, Jake? You better pull over."
"You bastard!"
"By the way, in your haste to get out of the gym, have you even checked your backseat?"
Jake looks in the rearview mirror. "There's nothing in my backseat!"
"Are you sure? Look at the floor."
Jake looks at the floor beneath the back seat.
DEAN'S BODY IS LYING ON THE FLOOR OF THE CAR, COMPLETELY RIPPED OPEN!
Jake is so shocked, he almost REAR-ENDS a truck! He SWERVES into the next lane, the truck honking at him. The cop car is right on his tail. The cop talks into a megaphone.
"PULL OVER!"
"Better do you what he says, Jake!"
"You're going to pay for this!"
"No, I don't think so Jake. You and your friends narrowly escaped me at that party, but I'm going to finish the job. I'll hunt the rest of them down, one by one. Aaaw, don't feel bad Jake. You'll all be seeing each other in the afterlife REAL soon! Have a nice death!"
The killer hangs up, and Jake THROWS his phone in fury.
The car has reached 90 MPH.
Three more cop cars have joined the pursuit. One pulls up alongside him. The cop is motioning for him to pull over. Jake is waving his arms around. "I can't! HELP ME!"
100 MPH.
Jake is swerving in and out of lanes, struggling to avoid the slower vehicles.
Up above, a helicopter is following him, as more cops join the chase.
And up ahead, he sees a sign. ROAD WORK.
His face is pale. What is he going to do?
The traffic up ahead has slowed to a complete standstill. His breaks are of no use, and the car is going even faster.
105 MPH.
110 MPH.
The red arrow on the speedometer cannot go any further, yet the car is still accelerating.
He is about to crash head on into a tractor trailer.
He cuts the wheel at the last minute, careening OFF THE ROAD, DOWN A TREEE RIDDEN HILL!
He screams as the car continues accelerating down the hill. Dean's body is flopping around behind him, gushing blood all over.
A giant tree is RIGHT AHEAD OF HIM! He cuts the wheel, narrowly missing it.
But he doesn't see the other tree. He CRASHES right into it!
A TREE BRANCH BREAKS THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD, IMPALING HIM RIGHT THROUGH THE EYE!
Jake's body shudders for a little bit, before he lets out his final gasp. His head slides further down the branch.
We angle on his body for a few seconds. The only sound is the sound of dripping blood and police sirens getting closer.
The camera slowly pulls away from his body, ascending upward in a downward shot of the car, giving us a bird's-eye-view of police officers getting out of their vehicles and running down the hillside.
Cut to black.