Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Scream film or television series. I do not own any characters or places within this story. There will be places that do not exist (kinda obvious as Woodsboro itself is a fictional town), and there will be places that do i.e. Walmart, McDonald's, Six Flags, and others that I also DO NOT own...
In this story there will be multiple differences from the film series (i.e. Sidney's father is still alive), but that is to aid in how the story will flow along. (In saying Sidney's father is alive, I should say was alive as of the 2011 movie, the character of Neil actually died not long before the start of my story)
I will have a few Original Characters, these are going to be the main focus of the story, and they are kids of Ghostface victims and those to wear the Ghostface mask themselves.
There are characters in this story that were mentioned on screen but never seen, like Karen Kolcheck, and I will have face claims for them as some of these off screen characters will have a part in this story.
Characters/Face Claims:
**OC's
Kids:
Hallie Tatum is Sidney's 17 year old daughter. She is very smart, kind, out-going, and very strong-willed. Hallie is known for being very stubborn, as well as being very goofy, playful, and open-hearted - Britt Flatmo
Kirrah Errin is Hallie's best friend at school, she is also 17. Kirrah is a very bright student at school, but is known for her aloof personality. Sometimes she has a hard time concentrating, but once she gets going Kirrah puts 110% into everything she does. Kirrah is also known for having a slight temper - Taylor Hickson
Drew Joseph is 18 and he's also the guy at school who has friends everywhere he goes, he's super dorky, but also on the basketball team. His dad is a special forces officer and his mom is Karen Kolcheck - Cameron Kennedy
Mark Andrew is Drew's best friend who is also 18 and on the basketball team. He's usually a bit calmer and generally a bit more well liked by the quieter cliques at their school. He's known for being very smart, just like Drew, both being on the scholastic decathlon team - Liam Payne
***Important OC's for rest of chapters
Killian Riley - Dewey and Gale's 20 year old son. He is openly gay. Killian has his own shoppe in town. He is very close to Hallie, Kirrah, Drew, and Mark. - Troye Sivan
Tia Mitchell - Dewey's 23 year old secretary that is Gale's niece. - Lyndsy Fonseca
Dara Tomas - Dewey's right hand Deputy, Dara is also a Senior Deputy and next in line for Sheriff providing Dewey weren't to run again. Dara has worked with Dewey for years and is the same age as he and Gale. She is close friends with Gale. Her son is dating Killian. - Calista Flockhart
Dawson Tomas - Dara Tomas' 19 year old son. Killian's boyfriend. - Guillian Yao Gioiello
Ryn Louis - Ryn Louis is a 23 year old investigative journalist. She works for a private news company and is commonly considered vain, but she has also proven to be a rather kind person, she just has a very high respect for herself making her sound snooty. - Jayne Wisener
Ryan Jackson - Ryan Jackson is a 19 year old from Virginia, he's also half blind. He lives with his girlfriend Chloe Ewing - Cameron Monaghan
Chloe Ewing - Chloe Ewing is an 18 year old from Virginia. She comes from a wealthy family, but Chloe isn't about the extravagance like the others in her family - Lauryn Alisa McClain
Miss Geiger - English 1 Teacher, Newbie, Push-Over - Rose Leslie
Mrs Hammond - A.P. Biology Teacher, Phone Nazi, Life Nazi, Bitch - Reese Witherspoon
Henry Jackson - Henry is a 19 year old that goes to school with Hallie and the others. He's on the basketball team with Mark and Drew. Henry is a very charismatic young man, but has some self-worth issues. - Michael Vlamis
This chapter is the same day as chapter 11, but it will show Mark's and Kirrah's take on the day after they left school.
Present Day - October 14, 2019
"Thanks for the ride, again," Kirrah laughed as she got out of Mark's car, "God, it feels so morbid to laugh, right now," She shook her head and stood in the passenger side doorway still talking to Mark.
"Yeah, fucking Willis, man. He was a good teacher. Bit of a perv with the teenage girls, but he knew he could get away with it."
Kirrah rolled her eyes, "Jealous, much, Mark?"
He shook his head with a grin, "Nah, I just think it's funny how he's slept with multiple students, and no one gives a shit, that's all."
"He was hot, dude. No one was gonna rat him out for fucking his students," Kirrah told him with a sad smile.
"Please tell me you didn't, Kir!" Mark groaned and ran his right hand down his face in exasperation.
"God, no! Please, he was too old for me. Besides, my mind is elsewhere, not with the hot Brit," she gave a chuckle.
Mark rolled his eyes and smiled at her, "Hey, you care if I swing by later? Drew still says the party is a bad idea. We need to convince him that we all need to have a little bit of fun."
Kirrah shook her head, "No, I don't care, but what if he's right? This psycho has been stalking Drew and Hallie, even going so far as to try and frame Drew for murder. I mean, what if something bad happens, Mark?"
Mark looked at her as if he were weighing his options, "Maybe, but I kinda already texted Hallie and said we were going," a small sly grin made it's way onto his face.
"Jerk!" Kirrah screeched as she leaned back into the car and playfully batted at him, "They will assume I said I wanted to go cause we hang out together at parties!" A pout made it's way onto Kirrah's face.
"Alright, alright," He chuckled as he put his hands up in surrender, "Fine, we won't go, but I still just want to have some fun in light of all this crazy. That was my main reason for even wanting to go, Kir," He told her seriously.
Kirrah seemed to be thinking about what he said, "We can have a movie night? I know it's not a party, but we always have fun when we make fun of stupid rom-coms and shit like that."
Mark let out a loud laugh that resonated through his car, "Yeah, no shit. Sounds like a plan. I'll probably be back around 6 or 7. Sometime after-"
"Dark? You know, that time of day that my uncle is strictly telling people not to go around alone during?" Kirrah replied sarcastically.
He nodded, "Yeah, I know, but my parents aren't leaving for Mom's work party until like 5 something."
Kirrah nodded in understanding, "Alright, well, I have to get inside before my parents think something is going on out here," She leaned back into the car to hug her friend.
"See you in a bit," Mark told her as she began to shut the door.
Kirrah waved and walked back into the house.
It was only 12:45. School had been let out early, but she and Mark went to get lunch since school ended at 10:30, and they hung out at the park for a bit. Now, she was home and waiting to see what her parent's were up to for the day.
"Hey! I'm home!" she shouted as she threw her keys into the dish at the front door.
"School ended 2 hours ago, where the hell have you been?" Her father rounded the open walkway into the living room. He looked upset. Scared.
"Mickey, leave her alone! We saw her get out of Mark's car. She was fine! You know Derek wouldn't let anything happen to any of these kids," her mother shouted at her father as he turned to face her.
"We went to get lunch. School got out early so we didn't get to eat aside from breakfast. So, we just sat at the park while we ate. Ryan and Chloe were there so we talked to them for a bit about the baby. Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you guys. Really, I didn't," Kirrah told them with a solemn look on her face.
"Great job, Honey. Make her feel bad for just talking to her friends," Her mom had her arms crossed over her chest. She was now aggravated at her husband.
"I was- I just- Ugh, never mind. Can I be worried about my daughter? I know how these morons think, Tate. I know," Mickey told her with regret in his eyes, and words. There was also a heavy fear lacing his voice.
"Daddy, I'll be fine. Me and my friends are good at being there for each other. Even know, as pissed at us as Drew is, we are all still there for each other," Kirrah walked up to her father and grabbed his hand gently.
A sigh escaped her fathers lips. He knew Kirrah was strong, but he was still worried about her. He was one of those morons, once upon a time. He didn't want her to fall victim to someone like that, "Kirrah, I know you kids think you know what you are doing, but you don't. Ask Sidney. I am why she went into hiding. Do you want to know why?" Mickey had sadness, pure sadness and hurt in his eyes as he spoke to his daughter. Like Stu, he never wanted to have to admit his past. But this demon was something now haunting his little girl. The only two people who made a difference in his life were Tatum and Kirrah. They were everything.
Unsure of what he was going to tell her, Kirrah nodded anyway.
"Kirrah, did you know that I see a therapist almost every day?" Mickey asked his daughter as she followed him and sat down on the couch next to him.
Kirrah shook her head, that was news to her.
"Kirrah, I have a lot of mental issues. In fact, borderline sociopathy is one of them. My emotions don't work right. In fact, I rarely feel them. There are exceptions, sometimes. Very few, though. Billy Loomis' mother reached out to me. I found her on a forum. She wanted to get back at Sidney for his death, or as we know now, possibly faked death. Anyhow, I agreed to help her get back at Sidney. But, by doing that, I pretended to care. I got to know her. I got to know all of her friends, I became one of them. And then we struck. And, I killed so many innocent people that I am truly surprised that I am still allowed on the streets. But, a psychologist said I was not fit for prison because of my brains make-up. They level of insanity that I was at that point, I could probably still get sent to prison for what I have done. I've learned to live with that. But, I was a random person, I was able to get in and figure out everything I needed to know, and I hurt so many people. I just don't want that to happen to you. I can't let that happen to you," Mickey now had tears in his eyes as his daughter hugged him tightly.
"Daddy, I will never let that change the way I feel about you. You need to believe that. But, I know that me and my friends, we're good at protecting each other. You need to trust that."
Mickey smiled sadly at his daughter.
"Also, Mark is probably coming over tonight, so go to that stupid convention. I will be fine. I promise. You guys need to have some fun, too," Kirrah told them both, looking between them.
"Kirrah," Tatum started to speak but her daughter cut her off.
"No, Mom, you guys need to have some fun. Just, please, I promise, if anything happens I will call you. I swear to you both."
Mickey shook his head, "Fine. If anything happens, call me. I mean it, Kirrah Errin!" He nearly scolded her.
At about 5:30, Kirrah got a text from Mark.
{From Mark 5:28}
{Hey, bout to leave in about 20 mins. I'll call when I pull up so you can leave the doors locked}
{From Kirrah 5:30}
{Ok just be careful dude}
Kirrah was picking out movies. She and Mark were notorious for making fun of romantic movies because neither of them were to mushy gushy type with movies. None of them were, in fact. They all loved thrillers, horrors, actions, and dramas. It was one of their connections as friends. Kirrah began to get worried at about 6:30 when Mark still hadn't called or texted her. So, she decided to call him.
Hey, it's Mark, sorry I couldn't answer your call. Just leave your name and number and I'll get back to you.
That was an immediate red flag. Unless Mark was high as hell, Mark would not just not answer his phone.
Soon, Kirrah's phone began to ring.
Unknown Caller
"Hello?" She was skeptical of answering her phone. She knew that there was an asshole calling and terrorizing people.
"Hello, is this Kirrah?" a voice, raspy, unreal, came across the speaker.
A shiver ran down her spine, "No, sorry, you've got the wrong number, dude," Quickly, Kirrah ended the call. She was shaking. Kirrah was home alone, with no one to help her.
Panini by Lil Nas X played, signalling a call coming through on her phone.
"Hello?" She was having issues with speaking now, the shaky tone in her voice was evident.
"Do not hang up on me again, Kirrah. It is not very polite," a sinister chuckle came from the other end of the phone.
Kirrah looked around her kitchen. She was in the process of getting chips and snacks ready for when she and Mark hung out. Now, she was looking to protect herself. She reached forward to grab a knife from her mother's kitchen set.
"I wouldn't do that, if I were you, Kirrah," the laugh felt like pins and needles in her ears.
She didn't know what to do, or how they knew what she was doing, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"The knives, Kirrah, really? It's so typical of a scary movie."
"So is stalking a young blonde late at night, but that doesn't seem to be stopping you, asshole!" She was getting angry. She didn't know what to do, or where Mark was. But if this asshole was calling her, that gave her a bad feeling of where Mark would or wouldn't be.
"Correction, stalking a young blonde, late at night, while she's home alone. It's befitting for the night you and your boy toy had planned, isn't it?"
They were baiting her, she knew it. No sooner than he spoke, did Kirrah realize what he had said, really paid attention to his words, "What boy toy would you be referring to? Because the last time I checked, I was single and had no strings, fuck-wad!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... C'mon, Kirrah. Is that anyway to talk about Mark? The boy who's been in love with you since the fourth grade? The boy you spend almost every waking moment with? I wonder though, where is Mark? Isn't he supposed to be here?" They were toying with her. It hurt to hear that Mark may be a part of it.
"Fuck off! Leave me alone!" She hung up once more, dialing Mark. She could hear his ringtone outside her house. Outside the back door. Chills ran down her spine. "Mark?" Her whisper felt almost like a whine. She felt her voice break as she looked out the window of the back door. A loud cry escaped her lips as she saw Mark tied up behind her house.
Her phone began ringing, again.
"Stop hanging up on me, Kirrah! Or Mark will suffer the consequences! Do you understand me!?" The voice was screaming at her now, but she couldn't hear anyone outside, she could only see Mark.
"Yes..." Kirrah couldn't stop the tears forming in her eyes, "Please, please, just leave him alone... let him go!"
Laughing again, the voice's sinister cackle just came through as they began to speak again, "I'll only let him go, if you answer a few questions for me, Kirrah."
"Okay, fine, just don't hurt him, please..." She was crying now. Mark was her best friend. She didn't know what she would do if she was the reason this bastard killed him. She knew she would hate herself. That's about it.
"Who is your real best friend, Kirrah? Mark? Drew? Hallie? Tick tock..." his laugh burned her ears.
"All of them! They're all my real best friends. I don't care what you think. I love all of them! I couldn't go through my life without any of them!" Her sobs echoed through her kitchen as she stared out at Mark. His head hung low. She could tell he was in pain, but couldn't tell if he could hear her.
The laugh on the other end was less sinister, this time, "Okay, fine, you win. That question. I have two more."
Kirrah took a deep breath. She didn't know what to do. As she took a step towards the door, she could see Mark lift his head, so she stopped. Kirrah gently tapped on the window with her index finger to get his attention. He looked her way, shaking his head, signalling her not to open the door. Kirrah looked down, noticing a string, or rope of some sort that was attached to the door knob, and to Mark's chair.
"Liar! You said you wouldn't hurt him!" She shouted into her phone.
"And I haven't, yet... I could. And I will. But, you have to answer my last two questions, Kirrah. Mark could still make it out alive, if you play your cards right."
Her tears left stains on her face from her make-up. It was killing her to see him like this. He truly was one of the few people she spent almost every day with. It hurt to see him bound and beaten.
"Whose idea was it really to get Carlie to sleep with Drew, hmmm?"
Her voice cracked as she opened her mouth, but no words came out. Soon, she found her words, "Mine, okay, it was mine! I knew he'd never have the balls to tell Hallie how he felt about her, and the kid was never gonna get laid if no one set him up! It was a bitch move and I regret it now! But I can't fucking take it back now! It's been four fucking years!" She hadn't admitted that to even Hallie, nor Drew. She had convinced Mark to hook his ex up with their best friend because everyone knew she was easy.
"Alright, thank you for your honesty. Last question. Can you handle it?"
Kirrah wanted to scream, but she knew it would be of no use to her, "Yes."
"Good."
Mark was shaking his head, Kirrah could clearly see. It was almost as if he were telling her not to talk. To hang up. To let him die. She wasn't going to do that. Kirrah was smart. Maybe not like Mark, or even Drew, but she was smart. She ducked to the ground and began the ascent to the upstairs. Typical of a scary movie.
"Where did you go, Kirrah?"
"I'm still here. Sitting on the floor, waiting for you to let my best friend go!" She was now in her bedroom. The only window that was not noticeable to the front or the back of the house. It was a bay window, at the middle of the side of the house. She began to climb out. She reached the ground, but stayed low. Her father took her hunting a time or two. She knew how to be the hunter, and how to be the prey. She and Hallie both had that in common. Their fathers taught the self-defense, and how to attack if necessary.
"Alright, then... Why did Mark really come to your house tonight, Kirrah? Was it to watch movies and have fun? Or was it to have a different type of fun?"
Kirrah gasped. How could anyone know that she had slept with him before? It was a secret, just between them. No one had ever been told. Not Hallie, nor Drew. Not Killian, nor Dawson. Not even her mother knew.
"My assumption was movies. If he had ulterior motives, I was unaware. We haven't slept together in months! It happened once and we swore it would never happen again," She whispered as she stared where Mark was sitting.
"Kirrah, where did you go? You're not inside..."
She bolted towards Mark. Kirrah had a knife, they had left her alone long enough for her to grab one just before she made her way up the stairs. That told her that they were watching from the other side of her house. They weren't watching Mark. She cut the ropes and ripped the gag off of his mouth.
"DUCK!" He shouted as he grabbed her and pulled them both to the ground.
Soon, they were running to his car. He had made it there, way before, and she didn't know. He had been attacked at her house. As soon as they got into the car, Mark locked the doors.
The cloaked figure stood in front of them, at the hood of Mark's car. They shook their finger as if scolding the two in the car.
Mark revved the engine and sped off, "Call Drew!" He shouted into his Bluetooth that was active in his car.
"Hey, man, I've been trying to reach you for hours!" Drew sounded frantic.
"What are you talking about, you texted me at like 5:30?" Kirrah was starting to worry.
"Then why didn't you answer my fucking calls, Dick face!?" Drew was shouting now.
Kirrah could hear Hallie and her parents in the background. She could also hear Drew's parents.
"I never texted you. That bastard attacked me as soon as I walked into my house. I didn't even know how me or my car got to your house until I woke up in the back seat. Drew! I have something that might help, though."
Drew sighed, "What?"
"The dude has a tattoo. On his chest. The cloak came down a little when he lunged at me and Kirrah. He tried to grab at us, but I kicked him and the cloak stuck to my shoe. I couldn't make it out. I'd have to see it again, but he for sure had a tattoo on his chest, and it looked older, like a decade, at least," Mark was speeding, he didn't know where to, but he was going.
"Get to Hallie's, we'll talk here!" Drew's father shouted over everyone of the teens. He was angry. They all were.
"I have to call my parents. I promised my dad I would let him know if something happened," Kirrah told Mark quietly.
"Alright," Mark breathed hard. He was shaky after the attack. He didn't know what to do, or how the hell it would effect them anymore. He was totally at a loss.
