Scream Introducing FFVII
Chapter 2:
Reno had just left. Yuffie was all alone in the house. She decided to rent a movie: Children Of The Corn. It was time for some horror action. Since there wasn't any of that microwave pop-corn, she got some regular old stove popcorn, the kind you pop over a stove, which was the old-fashioned way of making the best of an evening alone.
"I wish Reno had stayed," Yuffie said to herself. "It would have been so much fun to spend the night watching horror flicks...with good, old-fashioned popcorn...*sigh*. But he had to leave; says, 'well, I have to go, business is booming in Midgar; time to get to work'. He didn't even kiss me good-bye, some boyfriend huh."
Suddenly the phone rang. Startled, Yuffie dropped the little bag of popcorn and answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Hello?"
"Yes?"
"Who is this?"
Yuffie was a little confused. "Who are you trying to reach?"
"What number is this?"
"What number are you trying to reach?"
"I don't know."
This guy is definantly weird. "I think you have the wrong number."
"Do I?"
Yuffie shrugged. "It happens, take it easy."
Yuffie hung up the phone, and picked up the little bag of popcorn, getting ready to fire up the stove, when the phone rang...again.
"Hello?"
"I'm sorry. I guess I dialed the wrong number."
It's that same guy. "Then why'd you dial it again?"
"To apologize."
"You're forgiven. Bye now."
"Wait! Wait! Don't hang up!"
"What?"
"I want to talk to you."
Yuffie shook her head. "They've got 900 numbers for that. See ya."
Yuffie walked over to the window, curious. The empty swing was dangling by the tree in the wind. I wonder if he's going to call again. The phone rang again.
"Hello?"
"Why don't you want to talk to me?"
"Who is this?"
"You tell me your name, I'll tell you mine." The guy had a very deep voice, and sounded a little too reassured.
"I don't think so."
Yuffie opened the popcorn packet and placed it on the stove.
"What's that sound?" came the man's voice.
"Popcorn."
"You're making popcorn?"
"Uh huh."
"I only eat popcorn at movies."
Yuffie smiled. The guy wasn't that bad. He was fun to talk to. "Well, I'm getting ready to watch a video."
"Really? What?"
"Oh..just some scary movie," Yuffie answered casually.
"You like scary movies?"
"Uh huh."
"What's your favorite scary movie?"
Yuffie shrugged. "I don't know."
"Come on. You have to have a favorite, anything come to mind?"
Yuffie picked up one of the large knives from the rack of silverwear. "Um, Halloween."
"Which one was that?"
"You know...the one where there's that guy with the white mask that walks around and stalk babysitters?" Yuffie dropped the knife back on the rack.
"Yeah."
"What's yours?"
"Guess."
Yuffie thought hard. "Uh...Nightmare On Elm Street."
"Is that the one with the guy that has knives for fingers?"
"Freddy Kruger."
"Freddy, that's right. I like that movie. It was scary."
Yuffie headed towards the living room, forgetting about the popcorn. "Yeah, the first one was good, but the rest sucked."
"So, you got a boyfriend?"
Yuffie giggled silently to herself. "Why? You wanna ask me out?"
"Maybe," came the man's voice. He paused. "So, do you have a boyfriend?"
Yuffie decided not to tell him that she did. "Mm, no."
Suspicious, Yuffie turned on the lights of the backyard. It seemed that everybody had gathered for a huge party at the temple. Strange, that Wutai would be so intersted in sports. No one was outside, so she swiched the lights off.
"You never told me your name."
"Why do you want to know my name?"
"I wanna know who I'm looking at."
Yuffie shuddered. "What did you say?"
"I said I want to know who I'm talking to."
Yuffie shook her head. "That's not what you said." She looked outside again, more worried now.
"What do you think I said?" the man paused. "Hello?"
She was afraid to swich on the lights. This guy was playing a dirty trick, and she didn't want to get involved anymore. "Look, I gotta go."
"I thought we were gonna go out."
"Uh-nah, I don't think so."
"Don't hang up on me-" the man's voice drifted off as she set down the phone.
Yuffie paced back to the kitchen. This is so strange; is he around?
The phone began to ring again.
"Shit," Yuffie whispered to herself. Please don't let it be him.
Annoyed, she picked it up. "Yes?"
"I told you not to hang up on me."
Yuffie shook her head, aggrivated. "What do you want?"
"To talk," the man said in calm voice.
"Well dial someone else! Okay?!"
Yuffie slammed down the phone. Again, she checked outside to make sure no one was around. This joke was getting out of hand. Coming from the kitchen was the smell of smoke.
"The popcorn!" Yuffie screeched.
She could see that it was already on fire, and that smoke was going everywhere. She quickly put a towel over it. If she hadn't been talking with that guy, it wouldn't have burned. The phone rang again.
I am sick of this, I'm going to tell him off this time! Yuffie threw down the towel and picked up the phone angrily. "LISTEN ASSHOLE--"
"No you listen you little bitch! You hang up on me again, and I'll gut you from head down to your toe!" The man laughed a teasing laugh. "Yeah...that's right."
Yuffie was wide-eyed and in a state of terror. "I-Is this some kind of joke?"
"More of a game really, can you handle that...by the way....like those white shorts you got on there...they look really nice." The man laughed again.
Yuffie looked out the window frantically.
"Can you see me?" came the man's voice.
"Listen, I am about two seconds away from calling the samurai in the temple! They're not too far away!" Yuffie cried into the phone.
"They'd never make it in time. After all, didn't Wutai win the big game?"
Yuffie paused, and in a choked up voice she managed to ask, "What do you want?"
"To see what your insides look like."
Yuffie's eyes widened, and she hung up the phone, sobbing. This guy isn't for real; is he really out there, god. I wish Reno were here.
Just then the gong outside Yuffie's house rang. It could be anyone; even though everyone has left for the party, that doesn't neccesarily mean that everyone is gone.
"Whose there? Who is it?! I'm going to call for the samurai, the protectors of Wuitai, I mean it. They're around. They'll hear me!"
The phone rang again. Yuffie screamed and cautiously went to answer it, hoping that it was someone she knew.
"H-hello?"
"You should never say 'whose there?'. Don't you ever watch scary movies? It's a death wish. You might as well come out and investigate a strange noise or something."
Yuffie's eyes started to water. It's him. "Look you've had your fun now. So you'd better just leave or else."
"Or else what?"
Yuffie thought about Reno. "Or else my boyfriend will be here any second, and he'll be pissed when he finds out."
"I thought you didn't have a boyfriend," the man said in calm, suspenseful voice.
"I lied. I do have a boyfriend, and he'll be here any second. So your ass better be gone!"
"Sure," came the man's sarcastic tone.
"I swear!" Yuffie was in tears at this point. Yuffie swallowed in her tears and took a deep breath. "He's big, and he has a gun, and he'll blow the shit out of you!"
The man laughed. "I'm getting scared. I'm shaking in my boots."
"So you'd better just leave!" Yuffie said, sobbing quietly.
"His name wouldn't be....Reno would it?"
Crap! How'd he know? Yuffie was shocked. "How do you know his name?"
"Turn on the patio lights."
Yuffie swiched the patio lights on, and there was Reno. He was tied to a chair with duct tape covering his mouth, bruised and beaten all over.
"OH GOD!" Yuffie screamed. She looked at him, and he looked right back at her. This can't be happening. She stared out at Reno. He looked so frightened, so afraid, but at the same time he seemed to be confused.
Yuffie was about to unlock the door to go outside, but from the phone came the man's voice: "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Yuffie was more frightened than ever. She had to get Reno. "Where are you?"
"Guess."
"Don't hurt him!"
"That all depends on you."
Yuffie wiped a tear from her eye. "Why are you doing this?!"
"I wanna play a game."
"No..."
"Then he dies right now!"
"No! NO!" Yuffie screamed into the phone.
"You wanna see your boyfriend a pathetic heap of gut?! What's it gonna be Yuffie?! Are you in or are you out?"
How did he know my name? Yuffie decided not to bother with that; she had to think about Reno. "Wha...What kind of a game?"
"Turn off the lights and you'll see what kind of game...just do it," came the man's evil tone.
Yuffie, fearful for Reno's life, turned off the lights. Reno seemed to be trying to tell her not to, but Yuffie didn't want to endanger Reno. She figured the best way to reason with the man is to do what he says.
"Here's how we play: I ask you a question, if you get it right, Reno lives."
Yuffie quietly crouched behind the tv, and pulled the light cord. In a small voice, she whispered sobbing, "Please don't do this."
"Come on. It'll be fun."
Yuffie sniffed hard. "Please--"
"It's an easy category."
"Please..," Yuffie cried softly.
"Movie trivia....I'll give you a warm-up question."
Despite all her pleas, the man just wouldn't let Yuffie off. "Don't do this, I can't."
"Name the killer in Halloween."
Yuffie shook her head, tears running down her cheeks. "No."
"Come on. It's your favorite scary movie remember? He had a white mask and he stalked baby-sitters."
"I-I-I don't know."
"Come on. Yes you do."
Yuffie crouched lower, still crying. "No, please."
"What's his name?"
Yuffie shook her head, sniffing hard. "I-I can't think."
"Reno's counting on you."
Ever so softly, Yuffie murmured out, "Michael...Michael Myers."
"Yes! Very good. Now for the real question."
"NO!" Yuffie shrieked.
"But you're doing so well. We can't stop just now."
Yuffie held the phone close to her mouth, and more tears rolled down her cheeks. "Please, stop, ,just leave us alone," came Yuffie's desperate voice.
"Then answer the question. Same category."
"Oh please stop," came Yuffie's choked up whisper.
"Name the killer in Friday The Thirteenth."
I know this one! Yuffie jumped up, "JASON! IT WAS JASON!"
"I'm sorry. That's the wrong answer."
Yuffie was determined now, knowing that her answer was right. "No it's not! NO IT'S NOT! IT'S JASON!"
"Afraid not. No way."
"Listen! It was Jason! I saw that movie 20 goddamn times!"
"Then you should know that the original killer was Jason's mother, Mrs. Voohries. Jason didn't show up until the sequel. I'm afraid that's the wrong answer."
"You tricked me!" sobbed Yuffie angrily.
"Lucky for you there is a bonus round. But poor Reno, I'm afraid he's out."
Oh no! RENO! Yuffie quietly tip-toed to the patio. The lights were still off. Reno, I'm so sorry... She didn't want to turn on the patio lights, but she knew that something had happened to Reno. "Reno," she whispered. Nervously, she swiched on the patio lights.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" Yuffie screamed and fell back on the floor staring out at the window. There was Reno. His lifeless body was sitting on the chair; his intestines were sprawled out over his lap, some hanging over the edge of one of the seat-handles. His insides on the outside, gutted...just like the man had said.
Yuffie took one last look at Reno. He was dead. Sobbing hard, she swiched off the patio lights, and crawled back behind the tv.
"Hey, we're not fineshed yet. Final question. Are you ready?"
Yuffie was sobbing harder than ever. "Please, please leave me alone!"
"Answer the question and I will!"
Yuffie didn't want to play anymore, but Reno was already dead; the only life she could worry about now was her own.
"What door am I at?"
Yuffie had a horrified look on her face. He's outside. She was taking short quick breaths, and her lower lip was quivering. "Excuse me?"
"There are two main doors to your house. The front door, and the patio door. Very simple."
"I-I can't do this. I can't. I won't!"
The man paused. "Your call."
Just after he said that, a chair flew near her feet through the patio doors.
Yuffie screamed and ran into the kitchen and quickly grabbed the knife she had handled before. She quickly scanned the area around her. Past the corridors, she saw a figure move by. It was dressed in black, from head to toe, and it was heading towards the front door.
Yuffie figured her best bet would be the back-door. She headed out the backdoor quietly, but quickly. She slid the door closed, and crouched onto the ground near the bushes. She stopped abruptly, and looked through one of the glass window panes. There was a figure standing in the center of the kitchen, with a knife, and a white ghostly mask on, and huge black cloak. He looked like a ghost or a demon. But Yuffie knew that he was dangerous. She clutched her own knife hard, and grasped the phone in the other.
On the other side, down the road, a man in red was walking towards Yuffie's house. Yuffie didn't recognize him at first, but soon she saw that it was Vincent, Vincent Valentine.
If I can just get to him, I'll be safe. Yuffie looked up. The dark figure was turned around, but then it turned it's sad, ghostly pale face to her. Yuffie's eyes widened as it punched a whole through the window.
Yuffie yelped as the dark figure grabbed Yuffie by the neck. Yuffie took the phone and hit the figure over the head with it. Forgetting about the knife, she dropped it. She headed towards the patio. There was Reno, his head had fallen back, and guts were oozing all over the chair. She stopped herself from sobbing, and ran to the other side of the house.
Vincent was right there. It seemed he hadn't noticed any of the carnage. Just before Yuffie was about to call out his name, she felt the weight of a huge figure on her back and force her to the ground.
"Get off me!" Yuffie shrieked. Yuffie pushed the dark figure back.
The figure only continued to struggle with her.
Yuffie ran down the hillside of her backyard. She turned around and looked back. The figure was just seconds behind her. He grasped her throat, and dug his sharp knife right through her chest.
Yuffie rolled down the hill, blood spurting everywhere.
Vincent turned. He didn't see her.
"Vinent..." Yuffie could barely say his name. Her throat was tusked.
The dark figure charged up on her.
"Vincent."
He held her down, and in shadows, dug his knife deep into her stomach.
Vincent walked inside the house, noticing that the door was open. "Yuffie?" His eyes widened at the ruins of the interior of the house. The furniture was sprawled out everywhere, plates were in pieces on the floor, tables were up-turned. "YUFFIE?!" Vincent called again, this time more panicked. "Yuffie!" He looked all around the house for signs of her, but there were none.
Stooping outside, he called her name again. "Yuffie!!! Yuffie!!! Yu-" He stopped, a terrorfied look came over his face. On a tree limb, hanging from a rope, was the dead, lifeless body of Yuffie Kisargi. Her intestines were hanging from her skelaton. Her eyes were popped out of her head. Vincent looked down at one of the eye-balls which lay still near his feet. It seemed to wink, but Vincent knew it hadn't. The face didn't resemble Yuffie's at all. The deadly odor was already melting into his nostrils. The face, which looked as if a wolf had ripped out the skin of it, even the gums inside her mouth were gone, teared out. Her forehead was sliced straight across. The hair was gone. Only a few strands were left, waggering in the cold wind.
Vincent stared at the body. He was alone, with a dead body hanging from a tree right in front of him. He noticed that the body wasn't tiny like Yuffie's body; it was big and broad and muscular. Vincent's eyes widened. "This isn't Yuffie."