Chapter One
At Century College, there were numerous classes to take. The most busy and moderate class was 'Movies and Entertainment' class. Luckily, with the mass set of students in this class, there were two classes by two different teachers who were discussing the same topic each day. Today's discussion topic was sequels and how far a trilogy could really go. So far, for the teacher, Mr. Finn, the discussion turned out to be a flame war.
"No way on Earth!" cried Ray, most famous for his obsession on Horror and Action/Adventure films. "Jurassic Park III was better then one and two! Now Steven has the nerves to make Jurassic Park IV. Why? Because of the box office! It's all about the box office, isn't it Mr. Finn?" Ray looked at Mr. Finn, who only nodded her head. The room, holding 36 students, boys and girls, were talking about the most recent news in movies: Jurassic Park Four. "Universal Studios loved the response box office of the original 'Jurassic Park,' a real classic, and then there comes 'Jurassic Park II,' which, in my opinion, is way better then the original. Jurassic Park III was better then all of them. Not because that stupid Michael guy didn't write it, but because it had more Dino action in an hour and a half, and there was almost a nice babe in the film. Anyway, most people only cared about the Spinosarus, the Raptors, and of all, the T-Rex. Now, they're making Jurassic Park IV because of the box office success!"
"Ray, you lost the battle in this one," said Henry, the other Horror/Romance/All films geek. "Steven Spielberg said, I quote, 'I wished this came out for the third one, but this idea was a little too late.' Mr. Spielberg was referring to the fact he did not want a Jurassic Park IV, but he feels hat this idea is too important to pass, or too good. Get it?"
Terra, a 19-year-old woman, broke into the discussion. "Just let Mr. Spielberg make his movie, then you can discuss if it was the right or wrong thing to do!" Henry butt it.
"Wrong there Terra!" Henry yelled. "We, the fans, must take every movie and rumor into consideration, and if we, the fans, don't like it, don't worry, it won't be made."
"Tell that to George Bush," came a dark, deep voice from behind Ray. His name was Charles, a person who didn't take the spot light a whole lot. He didn't care a whole much about movies, but more on the wanting to learn how to create scripts. He was just a participant. "I mean, who really wants WWIII? The Taliban has Special Weapons, they used them to send through the mail, through our food and lunch. They could be killing anyone right now during our little chat right now. Do anyone of you even care? I believe we should stop the Taliban and ban all Horror movies with graphic violence and nudity!"
"I agree Charles!" Terra replied, raising her hand on anyone who was going to become defensive against Charles.
"You idiot!" Henry yelled, while Ray stayed away from this conversation. "No nudity? No graphic violence? Come on! When children around twelve or eight see their first movie, like for me, it was HALLOWEEN, they will be scared and frightened to death. But they will face death, killers, murderers, and assassins, either watching it on TV or encountering it themselves. Either way, they need to face it, and childhood would be better."
"Does anyone remember what 'Stab' was all about? The deaths of young students in Woodsboro, do you want to die just like them? They were stabbed many times, over and over and over, and there have only been a few survivors. It was a movie trilogy, Gale Weathers says, dealing with teenage girl, her name, Sidney Prescott. She was involved with all the murders from the trilogy, but she wasn't the cause of them. Do you know what the 'Stab' trilogy really is based on? The Woodsboro murders, and Sidney's life, that's what. I had a friend, Randy, and he was murdered in the second attack. I was so happy when the murderer was killed, I leaped in joy. But the reason he died was all because of Sidney Prescott, it was all her screwing fault!" Ray's voice started to turn into sorrow and pain. "And do you know how he died? He was killed by a man who wore a Ghost Mask."
***
"How did he die?" asked Inspector Cotant. He wore a brown jacket, looking like a superior officer, while searching through his wallet for his ID Card. There was a Policeman identifying the body. So far, the large amount of red blood had been cleaned up. The sight of the oozing blood had made Inspector Cotant move away from the dead body.
"Appears to be suicide," the Policeman said, with his white gloves, grasped the bloody knife in his hand. "But if it was suicide, after stabbing himself in the back somehow and at the gut, the knife is almost cleaned off. See?" The Policeman gave the Inspector the knife. The knife had remnants of blood, but not an entire lot of blood that was usually stuck onto the weapon. "His name is Richard Harris, he is a executive worker at a Movie Studio. He was one of those 'Special Insider Men' who were working on the script of the latest Hollywood trend, the 'Stab' series. Dang!" the Policeman yelped. "Look at that big hole in his head! That's where the blood came out from." The Policeman showed the Inspector the big gaping hole. The Inspector covered his eyes and walked away. "Sorry 'bout that."
The Inspector went over to his Police car. "It appears to be a suicide, I'm going into the house, over and out." The Inspector put the radiophone back into the car, and walked up to what should be a huge mansion, with all those colorful and decorative designs, but instead it was just a bigger then usual house. As Inspector Cotant walked into the house door, he saw the kitchen, a set of stairs that goes up into the attic, and two hallways on both sides, left and right. Inspector Cotant sighed and walked up the attic stairs. The stairs made a squeaky sound as the Inspector walked up the stairs. He pressed his hands on the attic door. He pressed against the door as hard as he could. Suddenly, he hit the door hard enough, and he opened it. Walking inside, he had his gun in his hand at all time. Inspector Cotant held the gun carefully, looking area the area. Instantly, he spun around as a squeak came from behind him. There was nothing, except for a closet.
The Inspector walked by the wooden door, and like a flash of light, opened it, with his gun-glaring strait at the empty spot. "Missed me." Suddenly, some sort of person with a Ghost costume ran towards The Inspector, jabbing a knife into the Inspector's gut. "This is a horror movie, you don't go around a attic looking for clues, and it's a death wish. Simple as that." Six times, the Ghost Man jabbed the knife into Inspector Cotant deeper and deeper each time, the blood falling out from his mouth and wounds and onto the wooden floor. The Ghost Man took the knife out of The Inspector as the lifeless body consumed the floor. The Ghost Man ran out to the bushes in daylight, running at great speed, as a Police Officer walked up to the attic, finding the dead body of his Inspector.
***
"Damn it Steve, there won't be a Godfather Four! It would be outrages! It would ruin the classic trilogy!" Ray complained.
"And 'Stab 4' won't?" Steve said.
"All it's about is a big breasted woman who gets killed, and isn't saved by the dramatic hero, who, at times, dies," explained Lorna, a female Horror/ Sci-Fi Expert.
"What's wrong with the big breasted woman?" asked Ray, his eyes lightened up.
"It's so fricken stupid, Ray," explained Terra. "You're just a sick pervert."
Steve butted in this time. "I guess that makes me a sick pervert too."
"In a 'Scary Movie,' you would be dead if you were a sick pervert," stated Henry.
"You've been a pervert since you were born!" explained Lorna.
"And you've been a slut, so don't you start crossing lines with me," Ray stated.
"I'm going to fricken kill you Ray!" Lorna yelled.
"Class! Settle down! Just settle down!!!"
***
"Billy! Get over here!" cried Darriel. Billy, the computer geek expert, walked over to the computer.
"What's wrong?" Billy asked.
"Look at the damn thing! It froze!" Darriel yelled at Billy's ear. Very disrespectful.
"Restart it."
"It froze you fricken moron! Unfreeze it!" Darriel was very impatient, and Billy had four more other people to help on their computers. Time, time, time.
"Then see that little button?" Billy pointed at a small button on the computer. "Push it." Suddenly, the computer screen was blank.
"You dick wad! You killed it!" Darriel yelped.
"No, I shut it down. Click on that small button again," Billy said, resenting being called a 'dick wad.' "There yah go, good as new."
"Great. Now get the heck out of here."
"I work in here, dick wad," Billy said, walking away with a smile.
"You better be careful, little Billy, you may never know who the killer is. Maybe tonight I'll stick a knife through your gut when you're sleeping."
"Nice threat. But what murders?" Billy asked.
"Don't you know? Two people have been killed, one last night, one this afternoon, just a few minutes ago. And if I'm not mistaken, you were gone, weren't you? Where did you go?"
"So now you're turning on at me?" Billy said.
"I'm saying you MAY be the killer, I mean, you're cleaver, and you were gone. The Inspectors all claim it has been a suicide, but I believe you killed Richard Harris. Over, and over, and over... until his entire body was soaked with red silky blood."
"No need to get into descriptions, Darriel. Maybe you're the killer."
"I think it's you. Besides, you, or me, need to knock a few more people down to officially claim ourselves as killers."
"To hell with you, Darriel."
***
"Screw you Ray AND the Horror Movies!" Henry stated. "They all are a piece of hip hop junk!" Henry's tone was becoming more serious and angrier. It seemed that the entire class, even the girls, had turned against one another, creating a flame war from within the room. The teacher, Mr. Finn, barley paid any attention to the long shouting and bickering that was going on. Mr. Finn was just reading his text books on how to create movie scripts, and how to make some really cool movies that would get great Box Office hits for Universal or any major studio. Mr. Finn looked at his watch. There was only a few minutes left of class. Mr. Finn rose up from his chair as Ray and Henry were beating each other on the ground, slamming each other at the face and at the stomach. Ray was still standing, and Henry's hand was becoming tiring. Each hit, Ray was feeling the pain surge through his body, and he almost screamed, but that would bring his reputation as a Horror/Movie Geek as a scared cat. That would be horrible.
"Alright kids, time to settle down. I have been listening to a few bits of this conversation and I'm sure I heard the name 'Stab' and 'Jurassic Park' over a thousand contrillion gabillion times, so I think tomorrow's discussion will be on how we can make the fourth film better then the first trilogy, since most all you agree that the fourth films ruins the entire series. So, maybe we can all write a little letter to Universal or Dimension Films, whatever company who are supplying the community with horrible horror movies, and tell them and give them some hints on how to make 'Stab 4' better then the original. Have a good day, and have a good time in class."
"Screw that Mr. Finn!" hollered Henry. "The studio already thinks they know how to make the 4th film better, by making the movie more graphic with blood, and more swearing, with the 'f' word and the 's' word in every other sentence and word. Universal, FOX Studios, Dimension Films, Miramax, they all suck! Screw them!" Henry raised his hand up in the air, like he was declaring his allegiance. "Come on! Who's with me? How can we make 'Stab 4' and 'Jurassic Four' better?!' Henry yelled.
"Have a better CGI Spinosarus and T-Rex battle, and have Sidney Prescott get killed this time around, and have the killer be victories. Admit it, even those the killer is very smart, they always get killed, so let's see a movie that doesn't have the bad guy killed," Billy's voice interrupted the conversation.
"What the hell would be the fun of that? Having the bad guy win and having the deaths be in vain? You sick bastard," said Ray. "Let's not forget if it wasn't for Mr. Cotton, who saved Sidney in the second attack, my friend's death would have been in vein. Mrs. Loomis and Derek got what they deserved! They got their fricken foreheads shot!"
"Ray you ass," Darriel said, trampling into the room. "You gives? Booh- whoo. Randy's dead, live with it. We all have a life, and you should come back to it. Now, does anyone feel sorry for him?" Darriel asked. Suddenly, one hand shot up, Terra's hand. "But girls don't count, they care and cry about everything."
"Screw you Darriel. No wonder you don't get dates, or even get laid." Terra ran past Darriel, hitting at him at the shoulder, and ran away. The entire class howled, telling that Darriel made a big mistake that time, and got dissed for that.
"Just to let you know, I got fifteen girls waiting to get laid. I'm getting to them," Darriel yelled back and ran away as the entire class howled and laughed, with the girls laughing outrageously. Ray smiled, and Billy laughed too. Darriel had just made a complete fool out of himself.
At Century College, there were numerous classes to take. The most busy and moderate class was 'Movies and Entertainment' class. Luckily, with the mass set of students in this class, there were two classes by two different teachers who were discussing the same topic each day. Today's discussion topic was sequels and how far a trilogy could really go. So far, for the teacher, Mr. Finn, the discussion turned out to be a flame war.
"No way on Earth!" cried Ray, most famous for his obsession on Horror and Action/Adventure films. "Jurassic Park III was better then one and two! Now Steven has the nerves to make Jurassic Park IV. Why? Because of the box office! It's all about the box office, isn't it Mr. Finn?" Ray looked at Mr. Finn, who only nodded her head. The room, holding 36 students, boys and girls, were talking about the most recent news in movies: Jurassic Park Four. "Universal Studios loved the response box office of the original 'Jurassic Park,' a real classic, and then there comes 'Jurassic Park II,' which, in my opinion, is way better then the original. Jurassic Park III was better then all of them. Not because that stupid Michael guy didn't write it, but because it had more Dino action in an hour and a half, and there was almost a nice babe in the film. Anyway, most people only cared about the Spinosarus, the Raptors, and of all, the T-Rex. Now, they're making Jurassic Park IV because of the box office success!"
"Ray, you lost the battle in this one," said Henry, the other Horror/Romance/All films geek. "Steven Spielberg said, I quote, 'I wished this came out for the third one, but this idea was a little too late.' Mr. Spielberg was referring to the fact he did not want a Jurassic Park IV, but he feels hat this idea is too important to pass, or too good. Get it?"
Terra, a 19-year-old woman, broke into the discussion. "Just let Mr. Spielberg make his movie, then you can discuss if it was the right or wrong thing to do!" Henry butt it.
"Wrong there Terra!" Henry yelled. "We, the fans, must take every movie and rumor into consideration, and if we, the fans, don't like it, don't worry, it won't be made."
"Tell that to George Bush," came a dark, deep voice from behind Ray. His name was Charles, a person who didn't take the spot light a whole lot. He didn't care a whole much about movies, but more on the wanting to learn how to create scripts. He was just a participant. "I mean, who really wants WWIII? The Taliban has Special Weapons, they used them to send through the mail, through our food and lunch. They could be killing anyone right now during our little chat right now. Do anyone of you even care? I believe we should stop the Taliban and ban all Horror movies with graphic violence and nudity!"
"I agree Charles!" Terra replied, raising her hand on anyone who was going to become defensive against Charles.
"You idiot!" Henry yelled, while Ray stayed away from this conversation. "No nudity? No graphic violence? Come on! When children around twelve or eight see their first movie, like for me, it was HALLOWEEN, they will be scared and frightened to death. But they will face death, killers, murderers, and assassins, either watching it on TV or encountering it themselves. Either way, they need to face it, and childhood would be better."
"Does anyone remember what 'Stab' was all about? The deaths of young students in Woodsboro, do you want to die just like them? They were stabbed many times, over and over and over, and there have only been a few survivors. It was a movie trilogy, Gale Weathers says, dealing with teenage girl, her name, Sidney Prescott. She was involved with all the murders from the trilogy, but she wasn't the cause of them. Do you know what the 'Stab' trilogy really is based on? The Woodsboro murders, and Sidney's life, that's what. I had a friend, Randy, and he was murdered in the second attack. I was so happy when the murderer was killed, I leaped in joy. But the reason he died was all because of Sidney Prescott, it was all her screwing fault!" Ray's voice started to turn into sorrow and pain. "And do you know how he died? He was killed by a man who wore a Ghost Mask."
***
"How did he die?" asked Inspector Cotant. He wore a brown jacket, looking like a superior officer, while searching through his wallet for his ID Card. There was a Policeman identifying the body. So far, the large amount of red blood had been cleaned up. The sight of the oozing blood had made Inspector Cotant move away from the dead body.
"Appears to be suicide," the Policeman said, with his white gloves, grasped the bloody knife in his hand. "But if it was suicide, after stabbing himself in the back somehow and at the gut, the knife is almost cleaned off. See?" The Policeman gave the Inspector the knife. The knife had remnants of blood, but not an entire lot of blood that was usually stuck onto the weapon. "His name is Richard Harris, he is a executive worker at a Movie Studio. He was one of those 'Special Insider Men' who were working on the script of the latest Hollywood trend, the 'Stab' series. Dang!" the Policeman yelped. "Look at that big hole in his head! That's where the blood came out from." The Policeman showed the Inspector the big gaping hole. The Inspector covered his eyes and walked away. "Sorry 'bout that."
The Inspector went over to his Police car. "It appears to be a suicide, I'm going into the house, over and out." The Inspector put the radiophone back into the car, and walked up to what should be a huge mansion, with all those colorful and decorative designs, but instead it was just a bigger then usual house. As Inspector Cotant walked into the house door, he saw the kitchen, a set of stairs that goes up into the attic, and two hallways on both sides, left and right. Inspector Cotant sighed and walked up the attic stairs. The stairs made a squeaky sound as the Inspector walked up the stairs. He pressed his hands on the attic door. He pressed against the door as hard as he could. Suddenly, he hit the door hard enough, and he opened it. Walking inside, he had his gun in his hand at all time. Inspector Cotant held the gun carefully, looking area the area. Instantly, he spun around as a squeak came from behind him. There was nothing, except for a closet.
The Inspector walked by the wooden door, and like a flash of light, opened it, with his gun-glaring strait at the empty spot. "Missed me." Suddenly, some sort of person with a Ghost costume ran towards The Inspector, jabbing a knife into the Inspector's gut. "This is a horror movie, you don't go around a attic looking for clues, and it's a death wish. Simple as that." Six times, the Ghost Man jabbed the knife into Inspector Cotant deeper and deeper each time, the blood falling out from his mouth and wounds and onto the wooden floor. The Ghost Man took the knife out of The Inspector as the lifeless body consumed the floor. The Ghost Man ran out to the bushes in daylight, running at great speed, as a Police Officer walked up to the attic, finding the dead body of his Inspector.
***
"Damn it Steve, there won't be a Godfather Four! It would be outrages! It would ruin the classic trilogy!" Ray complained.
"And 'Stab 4' won't?" Steve said.
"All it's about is a big breasted woman who gets killed, and isn't saved by the dramatic hero, who, at times, dies," explained Lorna, a female Horror/ Sci-Fi Expert.
"What's wrong with the big breasted woman?" asked Ray, his eyes lightened up.
"It's so fricken stupid, Ray," explained Terra. "You're just a sick pervert."
Steve butted in this time. "I guess that makes me a sick pervert too."
"In a 'Scary Movie,' you would be dead if you were a sick pervert," stated Henry.
"You've been a pervert since you were born!" explained Lorna.
"And you've been a slut, so don't you start crossing lines with me," Ray stated.
"I'm going to fricken kill you Ray!" Lorna yelled.
"Class! Settle down! Just settle down!!!"
***
"Billy! Get over here!" cried Darriel. Billy, the computer geek expert, walked over to the computer.
"What's wrong?" Billy asked.
"Look at the damn thing! It froze!" Darriel yelled at Billy's ear. Very disrespectful.
"Restart it."
"It froze you fricken moron! Unfreeze it!" Darriel was very impatient, and Billy had four more other people to help on their computers. Time, time, time.
"Then see that little button?" Billy pointed at a small button on the computer. "Push it." Suddenly, the computer screen was blank.
"You dick wad! You killed it!" Darriel yelped.
"No, I shut it down. Click on that small button again," Billy said, resenting being called a 'dick wad.' "There yah go, good as new."
"Great. Now get the heck out of here."
"I work in here, dick wad," Billy said, walking away with a smile.
"You better be careful, little Billy, you may never know who the killer is. Maybe tonight I'll stick a knife through your gut when you're sleeping."
"Nice threat. But what murders?" Billy asked.
"Don't you know? Two people have been killed, one last night, one this afternoon, just a few minutes ago. And if I'm not mistaken, you were gone, weren't you? Where did you go?"
"So now you're turning on at me?" Billy said.
"I'm saying you MAY be the killer, I mean, you're cleaver, and you were gone. The Inspectors all claim it has been a suicide, but I believe you killed Richard Harris. Over, and over, and over... until his entire body was soaked with red silky blood."
"No need to get into descriptions, Darriel. Maybe you're the killer."
"I think it's you. Besides, you, or me, need to knock a few more people down to officially claim ourselves as killers."
"To hell with you, Darriel."
***
"Screw you Ray AND the Horror Movies!" Henry stated. "They all are a piece of hip hop junk!" Henry's tone was becoming more serious and angrier. It seemed that the entire class, even the girls, had turned against one another, creating a flame war from within the room. The teacher, Mr. Finn, barley paid any attention to the long shouting and bickering that was going on. Mr. Finn was just reading his text books on how to create movie scripts, and how to make some really cool movies that would get great Box Office hits for Universal or any major studio. Mr. Finn looked at his watch. There was only a few minutes left of class. Mr. Finn rose up from his chair as Ray and Henry were beating each other on the ground, slamming each other at the face and at the stomach. Ray was still standing, and Henry's hand was becoming tiring. Each hit, Ray was feeling the pain surge through his body, and he almost screamed, but that would bring his reputation as a Horror/Movie Geek as a scared cat. That would be horrible.
"Alright kids, time to settle down. I have been listening to a few bits of this conversation and I'm sure I heard the name 'Stab' and 'Jurassic Park' over a thousand contrillion gabillion times, so I think tomorrow's discussion will be on how we can make the fourth film better then the first trilogy, since most all you agree that the fourth films ruins the entire series. So, maybe we can all write a little letter to Universal or Dimension Films, whatever company who are supplying the community with horrible horror movies, and tell them and give them some hints on how to make 'Stab 4' better then the original. Have a good day, and have a good time in class."
"Screw that Mr. Finn!" hollered Henry. "The studio already thinks they know how to make the 4th film better, by making the movie more graphic with blood, and more swearing, with the 'f' word and the 's' word in every other sentence and word. Universal, FOX Studios, Dimension Films, Miramax, they all suck! Screw them!" Henry raised his hand up in the air, like he was declaring his allegiance. "Come on! Who's with me? How can we make 'Stab 4' and 'Jurassic Four' better?!' Henry yelled.
"Have a better CGI Spinosarus and T-Rex battle, and have Sidney Prescott get killed this time around, and have the killer be victories. Admit it, even those the killer is very smart, they always get killed, so let's see a movie that doesn't have the bad guy killed," Billy's voice interrupted the conversation.
"What the hell would be the fun of that? Having the bad guy win and having the deaths be in vain? You sick bastard," said Ray. "Let's not forget if it wasn't for Mr. Cotton, who saved Sidney in the second attack, my friend's death would have been in vein. Mrs. Loomis and Derek got what they deserved! They got their fricken foreheads shot!"
"Ray you ass," Darriel said, trampling into the room. "You gives? Booh- whoo. Randy's dead, live with it. We all have a life, and you should come back to it. Now, does anyone feel sorry for him?" Darriel asked. Suddenly, one hand shot up, Terra's hand. "But girls don't count, they care and cry about everything."
"Screw you Darriel. No wonder you don't get dates, or even get laid." Terra ran past Darriel, hitting at him at the shoulder, and ran away. The entire class howled, telling that Darriel made a big mistake that time, and got dissed for that.
"Just to let you know, I got fifteen girls waiting to get laid. I'm getting to them," Darriel yelled back and ran away as the entire class howled and laughed, with the girls laughing outrageously. Ray smiled, and Billy laughed too. Darriel had just made a complete fool out of himself.