Extended Summary: Stu lived through the Woodsborrow incident and has started a new life as Stuart Marshall and will be attending collage. But, however, the soul survivor of a Woodbarrow-like murder is also attending. But is she all she seems to be? And why are the students being slaughtered? Many strange things are about to happen at Harvard.
Warnings: Strong language at points and scary (If not downright gruesome) moments.
Disclaimer: I do not own Woodsbarrow, Stu (Although I'd like to >:-) ) or anything else Scream-relaited. Wes Craven and his writers owns the storyline to Scream and Matthew Lillard owns himself. There, ain't that enough of a Disclaimer???? No? OK......I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! (Aside form My computer, My cloths, My books, My--OH YOU GET THE IDEA!)
This is My first fanfiction so please forgive Me if I screw up majorly. And yes, Reviews ARE appreciated!!!
Now on to the fic!
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She was frustrated, sitting at the blank word pad screen, the blink-blinking of the typing curser taunting her. Why the hell couldn't she think something up? It had never been a problem with her before--Math class on the other hand WAS A problem for her. But this wasn't math, this was an English essay and English was her strongest strength....SO WHY THE FUCK COULDN'T SHE THINK!?
"OK, thats enough. Perhaps in an hour" She finally spoke, closing the window and shutting down the computer. She needed a movie and perhaps some popcorn. Out the door of her room and down the stairs, straight to the kitchen.
"What shall it be tonight, Sarah?" She asked herself as she got the instant popcorn bag out of the cabinet, setting it in the microwave. She was torn. Should it be Halloween? Jason? Maybe Nightmare on Elm Street Ah, even choosing what damned movie she wanted to watch was a damned hard decision.
The telephone rang just as she was pressing in the time for the popcorn. She sighed and left it as is and walked into the living room, picking up the receiver of the annoyingly ringing phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello Sarah" Spoke a voice on the other end that slowly drawled. Sarah blinked, walking back into the kitchen.
"Whose this?" She asked.
"I don't know....Why don't you tell Me?". Sarah sighed.
"Listen, Woodsborrow was so corny, come up with something original" She said, pressing the off button on the receiver. Sitting the receiver down she walked back to the Microwave and pressed in the time.
Again, the phone rang.
"Hello?" Sarah spoke, watching the popcorn bag spin around through the little window on the front of the white microwave.
"Why did you hang up?"
"Umm--Because I don't know you?" She replied.
"Well, how about we get to know each other?". Sarah blinked as she realized she couldn't tell what sex the voice was.
"Um....I'm kinda busy right now" Sarah hesitantly spoke.
"Whats that sound in the background?" The voice on the other end of the phone asked.
"Pop corn"
"Really? I only eat popcorn when I'm watching a movie"
"Yeah, I'm about to" Sarah replied, not thinking.
"Really? What movie?"
"Don't know yet. I'm thinking along the lines of maybe Freddie Crooger". The voice on the other end didn't reply, but she could hear breathing....And something scraping against stone?
"Must not be to busy if your about to watch a movie" The voice finally spoke, the faintest flickers of anger sparking in its unknown depth. Sarah blinked and began gnawing on her bottom lip.
"I--Umm--"
"LIED!" Was the yelled reply, in the background the scraping sound became louder, "You really shouldn't lie....It can lead to such unfortunate endings" The voice spoke lazily, teasingly, the hint of laughter sparkling.
"Listen, I don't want any trouble. Please, leave Me alone" As she spoke the poor girl began walking about the house, pulling blinds and locking doors. She winched as she realized glass could be broken.
"Now Whats the fun in thaaaat?" The voice childishly chanted.
"Please" Sarah whimpered. She couldn't believe this was happening. Stuff like this never happened in this town, so why was it? Her sight began to blur as tears started welling up in her eyes.
"Awwww...I'm Sorry" The voice replied....And then silence, aside from the dial tone of the phone. Sarah gasped, taking the phone from her ear and looking at it as though she had never seen it before. She looked about and realized she was standing next to the front door. Hotly the tears began to roll down her cheeks. She jumped as a loud pricing beep issued from the kitchen. Slowly it came to her mind that it was the Microwave. She laughed, hitting her head with the phone receiver. It was probably just Meca calling her trying to scare her. Lord knew that girl loved her pranks. She walked back to the kitchen and popped open the door to the Microwave.
The phone rang again as Sarah sat back down, just having came from the kitchen to refill her drink.
"Hello?" She asked, watching as Freddie sliced through a paper-doll of a guy who had been rather cute. She had dismissed the phone call earlier, although not completely, She'd HAVE to tell Meca off for scaring her like that.
"Enjoying yourself?" The same voice asked. Sarah felt her stomach lurch.
"Listen Meca, you had your fun, now stop it!" Sarah called into the microphone of the phone, her voice rising with each word.
"I'm not Meca" The voice flatly responded. Sarah scoffed, how could Meca be being such a bitch.
"Stop it Meca. We both know its you, the jokes over". Silence on the other end, then the sound of someone swallowing.
"Meca's at her boyfriends tonight, remember? I, however, am enjoying a very fine glass of your parent's whine". Sarah's eyes grew wider as she turned around to look into the entrance of the kitchen. Nothing was there and she couldn't see anyone by the fridge. The white luminescent light made it impossible for any shadows to be there....But the kitchen table was out of sight.
"Did I say something wrong?" The voice asked, again the hints of laughter sparkling at its surface.
"Who are you?" Sarah finally asked, slowly getting up from the couch, making sure it didn't creek with her movements, and slowly walking towards the door. A chuckle, but no answer.
"Scared yet?" The voice finally asked. Sarah's eyes widened even more as she also heard the voice in real life, ahead in the kitchen, not just on the telephone. Again tears began to well up in her eyes. Why was this happening? What had she done? Oh god, if this was some sick joke heads would roll. "S-stop it"
"My word, is that the hints of crying in your voice? Am I scaring you?" The voice spoke in mock concern. "Please" Was all she was able to choke out. She had reached the door frame but was to scared to look in the kitchen. She didn't want to die, hell, who does? This is Bumsvill Idaho, not Woodsborrow, why was something like this going on?
Wait....Woodsborrow....That goddamn bitch! Alicia was obsessed with Woodsborrow, Christ she knew the book word-for-word by heart! And on top of that, she had a rather disgusting and twisted crush on that Stuart character. It would be just like her to sneak into her house and do something like this!
"Alicia you BITCH!" She yelled into the kitchen, holding the phone against her chest. Finding strength in her new resolve she barged into the kitchen and looked around.....Nothing.
"I'm going to god damn fillet you!" She yelled, angrily grabbing a meat cutting knife from the knife holder. It would be poetic justice for Alicia to be killed by the same fashion knife those two creeps in Woodsborrow used, "I'll send you to hell and you can finally fuck that Stuart character! HA! I hope you like it hot!!!!" She frantically screamed.
"Oh, but didn't you know?" Spoke a voice on the phone and somewhere in the kitchen at the same time, "He didn't die. As a matter of fact, he hijacked the ambulance they had loaded him up in....They never found him" And then the dial tone came back. Sarah stood frozen.
A crash.
Sarah jumped, wheeling around, waving the knife frantically. As she did, a white little four legged animal who was about 17 pounds over weight called 'Chia' ran by and out the kitty door of the kitchen. She sighed, laughing and crying at the same time.
Ahhh, hadn't she seen enough scary movies? The really scary parts never happened just as the tensions mounted.
Another crash and the next thing Sarah knew, there was a mind curdling pain traveling through her lower back, and curling upwards. She screamed, jumping away causing the weapon to be torn from her side, making the wound even worse, and spun around. In front of her stood a tall figure robed in black with a yellow happy face mask hiding the face. In the figures had was a corn Scythe, dripping with dark red blood. Sarah broke out in tears, trying to run, but it was futile. Something, a nerve perhaps, had been cut and her right leg refused to do anything but trip her up, sending her face first into he white tail floor.
Happyface cocked it's head to the side then slowly walked to the squirming girl, and stood over her. The figure squatted down, looking Sarah in the eyes, the painted smile on the rubber mask taunting her. She screamed as loud as she could, hoping someone would hear her and find her. Before she knew it, the killer's hand shot out and wrapped around her throat, blocking the air from her vocal cords. Tighter and tighter it squeezed, causing black butterflies to spread their wings in her vision. The hand let go finally and a artificial voice, one that was covered up by a electronic do-gad, chuckled from underneath the mask. Again Sarah tried to squirm away but it was no good.
Again another mind searing pain spread through her, this time her stomach, adding to the pounding sensation that was still pulsing on her right hand side. She looked down and saw the scythe slowly disappearing as the blade entered her stomach, curling upwards. She tried to scream but her throat wouldn't do it and all that came out was a harsh breath. She could slowly feel life slipping out of her body as her blood spread across the clean tail floor. Weakly her hand rose up and pulled away the mask. The killer could see it's face echo in it's victims widened eyes.
"Goodbye" The killer spoke, then the scythe shot straight up, going through her ribs and collar bone, into her brain, slicing her head in half. Sarah went limp, a tear rolling out of her right eye. Roughly Happyface jerked the scythe blade out, making sure to rip what was left of Sarah's once beautiful face in half. The killer wiped the blood off onto it's black glove and stared down at the helpless victim that had been Sarah Rogers. "My first kill.....Things are going to be very interesting next year at Harvard"...
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"This morning at 4 am two bodies was found brutally mangled. 19 year old Sarah Rogers and her friend, 18 year-old Xandra 'X.J.' Jryce was found in the kitchen of Miss Rogers house at Vandton" The snobby looking woman reporter on the television set spoke. Why as it that all Reporters had a "Detachment" to these things? Couldn't they just be human?
A tall blond male lounged out on the couch, his head resting on his curled up fist, blue-green eyes half closed. An eyebrow went up as a picture of what was left of who had been Sarah Rogers flashed up on the screen. Wow, what work!
"Miss Jryce, however, is alive, in critical condition with a wound to her side and left shoulder. Police officials say that the weapon, a corn cropping Scythe, was found in the kitchen sink of the house" With that, a picture of a girl laying on a Stretcher with a white cover laied across her. A large blood stain at her right side and her left shoulder bleeding heavily.
"A Scythe?" The boy asked to no one in particular as he was alone.
The screen went from the reporter in some TV station to a live shot of a rather pail looking sheriff.
"This is the most gruesome act that has ever been committed in this sleepy town of Vandton Connecticut and mark My words, this crime will not go without punishment"
"Sheriff Crosby, have you located the murder yet?" Asked yet another snobby looking female reporter.
"Not yet but we have gathered from what Miss Jryce was able to tell us that the murderer wore a black robe and a happy face mask such as this one" He said, holding up a rubber yellow Happyface mask.
"Sheriff, do you think that this may have anything to do with the Woodsborrow murders that commenced 2 years ago?"
"No" The Sheriff answer flatly, "The only thing these two cases have involved is a very sick individual that has gone off the deep end".
"But one does certainly have to wonder if the two murder cases are linked as the rumors of Stu Macher's escape" The reporter said.
"Stu Macher died on the way to the hospital, you can visit his grave if you don't believe Me". The blond laughed, throwing his head back and sticking out his tongue.
"They think I'm dead. HA!" Stu Macher laughed, throwing popcorn at the wimp of a Sheriff on the TV set.
"Sheriff Crosby, do you have any suspects?". At this the Sheriff sighed.
"No, no one as of yet". The Scene flicked back to the woman at the TV station.
"Miss Jryce entered surgery half an hour ago, we will keep you posted on her condition as the story unfolds". Stu fumbled about for the remote and changed channels. Another news station was commenting on the story as well, a picture of this Xandra Jryce on the upper right hand side of the screen. This was a older picture and defiantly proved the girl had seen better days. Stu sighed, not in the mood for news and changed channels again. Landing on the Howling he chuckled and put the remote down. So another killer in a rubber mask was Gallivanting about eh'? Interesting...
He wondered if the murderer would show up at Harvard next year...
Warnings: Strong language at points and scary (If not downright gruesome) moments.
Disclaimer: I do not own Woodsbarrow, Stu (Although I'd like to >:-) ) or anything else Scream-relaited. Wes Craven and his writers owns the storyline to Scream and Matthew Lillard owns himself. There, ain't that enough of a Disclaimer???? No? OK......I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! (Aside form My computer, My cloths, My books, My--OH YOU GET THE IDEA!)
This is My first fanfiction so please forgive Me if I screw up majorly. And yes, Reviews ARE appreciated!!!
Now on to the fic!
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She was frustrated, sitting at the blank word pad screen, the blink-blinking of the typing curser taunting her. Why the hell couldn't she think something up? It had never been a problem with her before--Math class on the other hand WAS A problem for her. But this wasn't math, this was an English essay and English was her strongest strength....SO WHY THE FUCK COULDN'T SHE THINK!?
"OK, thats enough. Perhaps in an hour" She finally spoke, closing the window and shutting down the computer. She needed a movie and perhaps some popcorn. Out the door of her room and down the stairs, straight to the kitchen.
"What shall it be tonight, Sarah?" She asked herself as she got the instant popcorn bag out of the cabinet, setting it in the microwave. She was torn. Should it be Halloween? Jason? Maybe Nightmare on Elm Street Ah, even choosing what damned movie she wanted to watch was a damned hard decision.
The telephone rang just as she was pressing in the time for the popcorn. She sighed and left it as is and walked into the living room, picking up the receiver of the annoyingly ringing phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello Sarah" Spoke a voice on the other end that slowly drawled. Sarah blinked, walking back into the kitchen.
"Whose this?" She asked.
"I don't know....Why don't you tell Me?". Sarah sighed.
"Listen, Woodsborrow was so corny, come up with something original" She said, pressing the off button on the receiver. Sitting the receiver down she walked back to the Microwave and pressed in the time.
Again, the phone rang.
"Hello?" Sarah spoke, watching the popcorn bag spin around through the little window on the front of the white microwave.
"Why did you hang up?"
"Umm--Because I don't know you?" She replied.
"Well, how about we get to know each other?". Sarah blinked as she realized she couldn't tell what sex the voice was.
"Um....I'm kinda busy right now" Sarah hesitantly spoke.
"Whats that sound in the background?" The voice on the other end of the phone asked.
"Pop corn"
"Really? I only eat popcorn when I'm watching a movie"
"Yeah, I'm about to" Sarah replied, not thinking.
"Really? What movie?"
"Don't know yet. I'm thinking along the lines of maybe Freddie Crooger". The voice on the other end didn't reply, but she could hear breathing....And something scraping against stone?
"Must not be to busy if your about to watch a movie" The voice finally spoke, the faintest flickers of anger sparking in its unknown depth. Sarah blinked and began gnawing on her bottom lip.
"I--Umm--"
"LIED!" Was the yelled reply, in the background the scraping sound became louder, "You really shouldn't lie....It can lead to such unfortunate endings" The voice spoke lazily, teasingly, the hint of laughter sparkling.
"Listen, I don't want any trouble. Please, leave Me alone" As she spoke the poor girl began walking about the house, pulling blinds and locking doors. She winched as she realized glass could be broken.
"Now Whats the fun in thaaaat?" The voice childishly chanted.
"Please" Sarah whimpered. She couldn't believe this was happening. Stuff like this never happened in this town, so why was it? Her sight began to blur as tears started welling up in her eyes.
"Awwww...I'm Sorry" The voice replied....And then silence, aside from the dial tone of the phone. Sarah gasped, taking the phone from her ear and looking at it as though she had never seen it before. She looked about and realized she was standing next to the front door. Hotly the tears began to roll down her cheeks. She jumped as a loud pricing beep issued from the kitchen. Slowly it came to her mind that it was the Microwave. She laughed, hitting her head with the phone receiver. It was probably just Meca calling her trying to scare her. Lord knew that girl loved her pranks. She walked back to the kitchen and popped open the door to the Microwave.
The phone rang again as Sarah sat back down, just having came from the kitchen to refill her drink.
"Hello?" She asked, watching as Freddie sliced through a paper-doll of a guy who had been rather cute. She had dismissed the phone call earlier, although not completely, She'd HAVE to tell Meca off for scaring her like that.
"Enjoying yourself?" The same voice asked. Sarah felt her stomach lurch.
"Listen Meca, you had your fun, now stop it!" Sarah called into the microphone of the phone, her voice rising with each word.
"I'm not Meca" The voice flatly responded. Sarah scoffed, how could Meca be being such a bitch.
"Stop it Meca. We both know its you, the jokes over". Silence on the other end, then the sound of someone swallowing.
"Meca's at her boyfriends tonight, remember? I, however, am enjoying a very fine glass of your parent's whine". Sarah's eyes grew wider as she turned around to look into the entrance of the kitchen. Nothing was there and she couldn't see anyone by the fridge. The white luminescent light made it impossible for any shadows to be there....But the kitchen table was out of sight.
"Did I say something wrong?" The voice asked, again the hints of laughter sparkling at its surface.
"Who are you?" Sarah finally asked, slowly getting up from the couch, making sure it didn't creek with her movements, and slowly walking towards the door. A chuckle, but no answer.
"Scared yet?" The voice finally asked. Sarah's eyes widened even more as she also heard the voice in real life, ahead in the kitchen, not just on the telephone. Again tears began to well up in her eyes. Why was this happening? What had she done? Oh god, if this was some sick joke heads would roll. "S-stop it"
"My word, is that the hints of crying in your voice? Am I scaring you?" The voice spoke in mock concern. "Please" Was all she was able to choke out. She had reached the door frame but was to scared to look in the kitchen. She didn't want to die, hell, who does? This is Bumsvill Idaho, not Woodsborrow, why was something like this going on?
Wait....Woodsborrow....That goddamn bitch! Alicia was obsessed with Woodsborrow, Christ she knew the book word-for-word by heart! And on top of that, she had a rather disgusting and twisted crush on that Stuart character. It would be just like her to sneak into her house and do something like this!
"Alicia you BITCH!" She yelled into the kitchen, holding the phone against her chest. Finding strength in her new resolve she barged into the kitchen and looked around.....Nothing.
"I'm going to god damn fillet you!" She yelled, angrily grabbing a meat cutting knife from the knife holder. It would be poetic justice for Alicia to be killed by the same fashion knife those two creeps in Woodsborrow used, "I'll send you to hell and you can finally fuck that Stuart character! HA! I hope you like it hot!!!!" She frantically screamed.
"Oh, but didn't you know?" Spoke a voice on the phone and somewhere in the kitchen at the same time, "He didn't die. As a matter of fact, he hijacked the ambulance they had loaded him up in....They never found him" And then the dial tone came back. Sarah stood frozen.
A crash.
Sarah jumped, wheeling around, waving the knife frantically. As she did, a white little four legged animal who was about 17 pounds over weight called 'Chia' ran by and out the kitty door of the kitchen. She sighed, laughing and crying at the same time.
Ahhh, hadn't she seen enough scary movies? The really scary parts never happened just as the tensions mounted.
Another crash and the next thing Sarah knew, there was a mind curdling pain traveling through her lower back, and curling upwards. She screamed, jumping away causing the weapon to be torn from her side, making the wound even worse, and spun around. In front of her stood a tall figure robed in black with a yellow happy face mask hiding the face. In the figures had was a corn Scythe, dripping with dark red blood. Sarah broke out in tears, trying to run, but it was futile. Something, a nerve perhaps, had been cut and her right leg refused to do anything but trip her up, sending her face first into he white tail floor.
Happyface cocked it's head to the side then slowly walked to the squirming girl, and stood over her. The figure squatted down, looking Sarah in the eyes, the painted smile on the rubber mask taunting her. She screamed as loud as she could, hoping someone would hear her and find her. Before she knew it, the killer's hand shot out and wrapped around her throat, blocking the air from her vocal cords. Tighter and tighter it squeezed, causing black butterflies to spread their wings in her vision. The hand let go finally and a artificial voice, one that was covered up by a electronic do-gad, chuckled from underneath the mask. Again Sarah tried to squirm away but it was no good.
Again another mind searing pain spread through her, this time her stomach, adding to the pounding sensation that was still pulsing on her right hand side. She looked down and saw the scythe slowly disappearing as the blade entered her stomach, curling upwards. She tried to scream but her throat wouldn't do it and all that came out was a harsh breath. She could slowly feel life slipping out of her body as her blood spread across the clean tail floor. Weakly her hand rose up and pulled away the mask. The killer could see it's face echo in it's victims widened eyes.
"Goodbye" The killer spoke, then the scythe shot straight up, going through her ribs and collar bone, into her brain, slicing her head in half. Sarah went limp, a tear rolling out of her right eye. Roughly Happyface jerked the scythe blade out, making sure to rip what was left of Sarah's once beautiful face in half. The killer wiped the blood off onto it's black glove and stared down at the helpless victim that had been Sarah Rogers. "My first kill.....Things are going to be very interesting next year at Harvard"...
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"This morning at 4 am two bodies was found brutally mangled. 19 year old Sarah Rogers and her friend, 18 year-old Xandra 'X.J.' Jryce was found in the kitchen of Miss Rogers house at Vandton" The snobby looking woman reporter on the television set spoke. Why as it that all Reporters had a "Detachment" to these things? Couldn't they just be human?
A tall blond male lounged out on the couch, his head resting on his curled up fist, blue-green eyes half closed. An eyebrow went up as a picture of what was left of who had been Sarah Rogers flashed up on the screen. Wow, what work!
"Miss Jryce, however, is alive, in critical condition with a wound to her side and left shoulder. Police officials say that the weapon, a corn cropping Scythe, was found in the kitchen sink of the house" With that, a picture of a girl laying on a Stretcher with a white cover laied across her. A large blood stain at her right side and her left shoulder bleeding heavily.
"A Scythe?" The boy asked to no one in particular as he was alone.
The screen went from the reporter in some TV station to a live shot of a rather pail looking sheriff.
"This is the most gruesome act that has ever been committed in this sleepy town of Vandton Connecticut and mark My words, this crime will not go without punishment"
"Sheriff Crosby, have you located the murder yet?" Asked yet another snobby looking female reporter.
"Not yet but we have gathered from what Miss Jryce was able to tell us that the murderer wore a black robe and a happy face mask such as this one" He said, holding up a rubber yellow Happyface mask.
"Sheriff, do you think that this may have anything to do with the Woodsborrow murders that commenced 2 years ago?"
"No" The Sheriff answer flatly, "The only thing these two cases have involved is a very sick individual that has gone off the deep end".
"But one does certainly have to wonder if the two murder cases are linked as the rumors of Stu Macher's escape" The reporter said.
"Stu Macher died on the way to the hospital, you can visit his grave if you don't believe Me". The blond laughed, throwing his head back and sticking out his tongue.
"They think I'm dead. HA!" Stu Macher laughed, throwing popcorn at the wimp of a Sheriff on the TV set.
"Sheriff Crosby, do you have any suspects?". At this the Sheriff sighed.
"No, no one as of yet". The Scene flicked back to the woman at the TV station.
"Miss Jryce entered surgery half an hour ago, we will keep you posted on her condition as the story unfolds". Stu fumbled about for the remote and changed channels. Another news station was commenting on the story as well, a picture of this Xandra Jryce on the upper right hand side of the screen. This was a older picture and defiantly proved the girl had seen better days. Stu sighed, not in the mood for news and changed channels again. Landing on the Howling he chuckled and put the remote down. So another killer in a rubber mask was Gallivanting about eh'? Interesting...
He wondered if the murderer would show up at Harvard next year...
