Scream
By D.Torres
Ch 1: A Call in the Night
Halloween was nearing and the two remaining McGuire's were not in a very festive mood. Normally their home would be bustling with activity, Matt would be concocting some mischievous plan, Sam McGuire would be bellyaching about what he would have to do to rectify the situation, Jo McGuire would be sentencing Matt for whatever deed he'd just done and Lizzie and her friends would be watching all of this occur. Now however it was only Jo and Lizzie. The house seemed empty, and oh so lonely. The one-year anniversary of Sam's death was approaching, Matt was killed one month exactly to the day, and Lizzie noted that her mother was not doing too well. She had put on her best, and bravest face, but deep down she was an emotional wreck.
The McGuire family home was now largely open, mainly because Jo and Lizzie had packed up all of Sam and Matt's belongings. The two women, while keeping those items near and dear to them that reminded the two of their missing family members, could not bear to look at all of Matt & Sam's things day in and day out. Lanny had inherited a large majority of Matt's belongings, while he didn't actually want everything that Jo and Lizzie offered him, he took them to honor their and Matt's wishes.
It was nighttime, a night very similar to the one just a month ago when Matt and Melina were killed. Lizzie had noted this and dreaded it. It was as if the very weather was warning her that something was amiss. Lizzie was looking out the window of her second floor room when she felt someone's hand land on her shoulder. Lizzie yelped and stumbled forward and landed on her bed.
Ronny Jacobs, her eighteen-year old blonde haired, blue-eyed incredibly cute boyfriend was standing behind where she once stood. He was doing his best to stifle the laughter that threatened to erupt from within him. Lizzie wanted to be mad at him for scaring her out of her wits, especially since her nerves have been on edge for over a year, more so now.
"Laugh and we're through Ronny." Lizzie finally managed to say, her own laughter on the verge of erupting.
"Lizzie, only you could have been frightened by so little a gesture. I specifically stomped up the stairs to your room so I wouldn't scare you." Ronny protested.
"How did you get up here? Where's my mom?" Lizzie inquired.
"One, I walked through the front door, up the stairs and through your door." Ronny said as he held up his right index finger. He then held up his middle finger and said, "Two, Your mom let me in, and said she'd be right back. She was running to the store for something."
Lizzie was feeling a tad uneasy knowing that she was alone in the house with her boyfriend. The farthest the two had gotten intimately was a lot of kissing and some heavy feeling through clothes. While Ronny obviously would have liked to get farther, Lizzie had stated early in their two-year relationship that she wasn't ready for sex and that she would tell him if and when she was ready.
Ronny respected that and her. So, he agreed and never pressured her.
"Take it easy Lizzie." Ronny stated, "I'm not hear for that, I came to see how my girl was doing. I know this is a rough time of the year for you and your mom, I just came to see if you needed some moral support."
Ronny lowered his eyes to the ground, and then looked at Lizzie with sad puppy dog eyes. Lizzie now laughed at her boyfriend.
"That was by far your worst performance ever." She said in between laughs.
"I try." Ronny stated.
"I better get going, my folks don't want me out late tonight, especially after. well. you know." Ronny said, not intentionally trying to bring up the horrible memory of her brother's death.
"I understand Ronny." Lizzie said, she stood and was about to come give him a hug when her telephone rang. Lizzie, figuring it was Gordo, Miranda or both, hit the speakerphone button so Ronny could hear their conversation. "Hello." Lizzie said aloud.
The two waited for some response but none came. "Hello." Lizzie said again.
Again, there was no response. Lizzie, figuring it was a bad connection, reached to turn off the speaker when she finally got a response.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A sinister sound voice informed her. "You never know what someone might think if you hung up on them. It might make them. angry."
"Who is this?" Lizzie asked, a slight tremor of fear was noticeable to all that heard her.
"The question you should be asking yourself isn't who am I, the question you should be asking yourself is where am I?" The voice informed Lizzie.
Ronny was now standing by his girlfriend, his arms wrapped securely around her waist. He had closed the door to Lizzie's room and locked it behind him.
"So where are you?" Lizzie asked, now feeling more confident.
"Take a look out the window. or have you boyfriend do it."
Lizzie, reluctant to let him go, was persuaded by Ronny to let him go, with a whispered promise that he would not actually open the window. Ronny cautiously stepped towards the window and looked around. There was no one on the sidewalk or anywhere else for that matter.
He turned to look at Lizzie and shook his head signaling that no one was present.
"There's no one out there." Lizzie announced.
As if to answer a flash of lightning appeared, followed closely by the clap of thunder and in the blink of an eye a figure leaped from out of no where, clad in a black cloak and a ghost face mask. Lizzie screamed and Ronny turned, but not before the ghost faced man ran a knife through the glass of Lizzie's window and into Ronny's hand. Ronny fell back. The cut was superficial but the shock sent him reeling. Lizzie, not thinking, grabbed a lamp and tossed it at the unknown man before he could climb through the window. The lamp smashed into the person's mask and he tipped over backwards. Lizzie grabbed her brother's baseball bat, a bat that she'd kept for safety and personal reasons, from her closet and stood next to the now broken window. If the attacker made a second attempt on them they would live to regret it.
"You're were lucky this time bitch." The voice said over the phone. Lizzie had forgotten that the line was still live. "Next time I'll make sure you end up like your brother and his little bitch. They were a real scream!" The voice said with a sinister laugh. The call then ended with the speakerphone hearing the tone signaling Lizzie could use the phone.
Realizing for the first time since her window was broken that Ronny was hurt Lizzie ran to her dresser, pulled a t-shirt out and applied pressure to his wound to stop the bleeding. While it wasn't a large amount of blood Lizzie was to busy panicking to worry about that or much else now.
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The Police were currently searching the yard for any clues as to the attacker's identity. While this person did not seem to leave any such clues the police did a through job of investigating the house. Jo McGuire and Ronny's parents were codling their children. Jo felt incredibly guilty about leaving the children alone, even though she was only gone twenty minutes. Ronny's parents tried to comfort Jo with the knowledge that not only was this not her fault that this happened, but that had it occurred in their house they wouldn't have expected it either. Lizzie's room was on the second floor, the person must have used the tree to climb up, and wearing the dark cloak and a Halloween mask that Lizzie and Ronny described to the police, hid in the darkness until it was time to strike.
Jo was a basket case. Her husband and son were dead, her daughter and her boyfriend attacked, and she was nowhere around to try and help. Lizzie walked over to her mother and wrapped her arms around her. Jo smiled, a forced smile, as tears fell down her face.
"I'm ok mom." Lizzie reassured the distraught woman.
"I know sweetie, I. I just. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you too." Jo informed her only daughter.
Elizabeth Brooke McGuire sat amidst the police investigation with her mother, trying to sooth the older woman's nerves.
Just then the phone rang. Lizzie hit the speakerphone button, "Hello."
"Bet you feel safe right now don't you?" The voice began. "Don't worry Lizzie.they can't protect you all the time." "No one can!" The sinister voice announced as the police scrambled to try and trace the number. Unfortunately the call ended with the attackers last word.
When the call arrived Jo walked over to Lizzie and wrapped her arms securely around her daughter. If anything were going to happen to Lizzie they would have to get through her first. The police decided to station two officer sat the McGuire house that night and Lizzie slept with her mother in Jo's Room. Before they turned in for the night Lizzie and Jo made sure that the windows were shut, and the door was locked. Huddled together, still both fearing for the other's safety, the two women tried desperately to find the courage to be strong for the other. Needles to say, it was a long night, with very little sleep.
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Lizzie Facts: Ronny Jacobs (for those that don't know) was Lizzie's first kiss. While he broke up with her for another girl (paving the way for Gordo- possibly) he fits into my story.
Scream Fact: The appearance of the killer and voice on the phone are the same as the one in Scream. While I am borrowing a great deal from scream (my homage to it) my story won't be an exact duplicate of it, so don't think seeing the movies will help you know who is killer.
Legal Mess: Scream owned by Dimension, Lizzie McGuire is owned by Disney. I own very little and its not either of those 2 things
This story is an homage to Wes Craven/Kevin Williamson's Scream only using Disney's Lizzie McGuire cast.
By D.Torres
Ch 1: A Call in the Night
Halloween was nearing and the two remaining McGuire's were not in a very festive mood. Normally their home would be bustling with activity, Matt would be concocting some mischievous plan, Sam McGuire would be bellyaching about what he would have to do to rectify the situation, Jo McGuire would be sentencing Matt for whatever deed he'd just done and Lizzie and her friends would be watching all of this occur. Now however it was only Jo and Lizzie. The house seemed empty, and oh so lonely. The one-year anniversary of Sam's death was approaching, Matt was killed one month exactly to the day, and Lizzie noted that her mother was not doing too well. She had put on her best, and bravest face, but deep down she was an emotional wreck.
The McGuire family home was now largely open, mainly because Jo and Lizzie had packed up all of Sam and Matt's belongings. The two women, while keeping those items near and dear to them that reminded the two of their missing family members, could not bear to look at all of Matt & Sam's things day in and day out. Lanny had inherited a large majority of Matt's belongings, while he didn't actually want everything that Jo and Lizzie offered him, he took them to honor their and Matt's wishes.
It was nighttime, a night very similar to the one just a month ago when Matt and Melina were killed. Lizzie had noted this and dreaded it. It was as if the very weather was warning her that something was amiss. Lizzie was looking out the window of her second floor room when she felt someone's hand land on her shoulder. Lizzie yelped and stumbled forward and landed on her bed.
Ronny Jacobs, her eighteen-year old blonde haired, blue-eyed incredibly cute boyfriend was standing behind where she once stood. He was doing his best to stifle the laughter that threatened to erupt from within him. Lizzie wanted to be mad at him for scaring her out of her wits, especially since her nerves have been on edge for over a year, more so now.
"Laugh and we're through Ronny." Lizzie finally managed to say, her own laughter on the verge of erupting.
"Lizzie, only you could have been frightened by so little a gesture. I specifically stomped up the stairs to your room so I wouldn't scare you." Ronny protested.
"How did you get up here? Where's my mom?" Lizzie inquired.
"One, I walked through the front door, up the stairs and through your door." Ronny said as he held up his right index finger. He then held up his middle finger and said, "Two, Your mom let me in, and said she'd be right back. She was running to the store for something."
Lizzie was feeling a tad uneasy knowing that she was alone in the house with her boyfriend. The farthest the two had gotten intimately was a lot of kissing and some heavy feeling through clothes. While Ronny obviously would have liked to get farther, Lizzie had stated early in their two-year relationship that she wasn't ready for sex and that she would tell him if and when she was ready.
Ronny respected that and her. So, he agreed and never pressured her.
"Take it easy Lizzie." Ronny stated, "I'm not hear for that, I came to see how my girl was doing. I know this is a rough time of the year for you and your mom, I just came to see if you needed some moral support."
Ronny lowered his eyes to the ground, and then looked at Lizzie with sad puppy dog eyes. Lizzie now laughed at her boyfriend.
"That was by far your worst performance ever." She said in between laughs.
"I try." Ronny stated.
"I better get going, my folks don't want me out late tonight, especially after. well. you know." Ronny said, not intentionally trying to bring up the horrible memory of her brother's death.
"I understand Ronny." Lizzie said, she stood and was about to come give him a hug when her telephone rang. Lizzie, figuring it was Gordo, Miranda or both, hit the speakerphone button so Ronny could hear their conversation. "Hello." Lizzie said aloud.
The two waited for some response but none came. "Hello." Lizzie said again.
Again, there was no response. Lizzie, figuring it was a bad connection, reached to turn off the speaker when she finally got a response.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A sinister sound voice informed her. "You never know what someone might think if you hung up on them. It might make them. angry."
"Who is this?" Lizzie asked, a slight tremor of fear was noticeable to all that heard her.
"The question you should be asking yourself isn't who am I, the question you should be asking yourself is where am I?" The voice informed Lizzie.
Ronny was now standing by his girlfriend, his arms wrapped securely around her waist. He had closed the door to Lizzie's room and locked it behind him.
"So where are you?" Lizzie asked, now feeling more confident.
"Take a look out the window. or have you boyfriend do it."
Lizzie, reluctant to let him go, was persuaded by Ronny to let him go, with a whispered promise that he would not actually open the window. Ronny cautiously stepped towards the window and looked around. There was no one on the sidewalk or anywhere else for that matter.
He turned to look at Lizzie and shook his head signaling that no one was present.
"There's no one out there." Lizzie announced.
As if to answer a flash of lightning appeared, followed closely by the clap of thunder and in the blink of an eye a figure leaped from out of no where, clad in a black cloak and a ghost face mask. Lizzie screamed and Ronny turned, but not before the ghost faced man ran a knife through the glass of Lizzie's window and into Ronny's hand. Ronny fell back. The cut was superficial but the shock sent him reeling. Lizzie, not thinking, grabbed a lamp and tossed it at the unknown man before he could climb through the window. The lamp smashed into the person's mask and he tipped over backwards. Lizzie grabbed her brother's baseball bat, a bat that she'd kept for safety and personal reasons, from her closet and stood next to the now broken window. If the attacker made a second attempt on them they would live to regret it.
"You're were lucky this time bitch." The voice said over the phone. Lizzie had forgotten that the line was still live. "Next time I'll make sure you end up like your brother and his little bitch. They were a real scream!" The voice said with a sinister laugh. The call then ended with the speakerphone hearing the tone signaling Lizzie could use the phone.
Realizing for the first time since her window was broken that Ronny was hurt Lizzie ran to her dresser, pulled a t-shirt out and applied pressure to his wound to stop the bleeding. While it wasn't a large amount of blood Lizzie was to busy panicking to worry about that or much else now.
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The Police were currently searching the yard for any clues as to the attacker's identity. While this person did not seem to leave any such clues the police did a through job of investigating the house. Jo McGuire and Ronny's parents were codling their children. Jo felt incredibly guilty about leaving the children alone, even though she was only gone twenty minutes. Ronny's parents tried to comfort Jo with the knowledge that not only was this not her fault that this happened, but that had it occurred in their house they wouldn't have expected it either. Lizzie's room was on the second floor, the person must have used the tree to climb up, and wearing the dark cloak and a Halloween mask that Lizzie and Ronny described to the police, hid in the darkness until it was time to strike.
Jo was a basket case. Her husband and son were dead, her daughter and her boyfriend attacked, and she was nowhere around to try and help. Lizzie walked over to her mother and wrapped her arms around her. Jo smiled, a forced smile, as tears fell down her face.
"I'm ok mom." Lizzie reassured the distraught woman.
"I know sweetie, I. I just. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you too." Jo informed her only daughter.
Elizabeth Brooke McGuire sat amidst the police investigation with her mother, trying to sooth the older woman's nerves.
Just then the phone rang. Lizzie hit the speakerphone button, "Hello."
"Bet you feel safe right now don't you?" The voice began. "Don't worry Lizzie.they can't protect you all the time." "No one can!" The sinister voice announced as the police scrambled to try and trace the number. Unfortunately the call ended with the attackers last word.
When the call arrived Jo walked over to Lizzie and wrapped her arms securely around her daughter. If anything were going to happen to Lizzie they would have to get through her first. The police decided to station two officer sat the McGuire house that night and Lizzie slept with her mother in Jo's Room. Before they turned in for the night Lizzie and Jo made sure that the windows were shut, and the door was locked. Huddled together, still both fearing for the other's safety, the two women tried desperately to find the courage to be strong for the other. Needles to say, it was a long night, with very little sleep.
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Lizzie Facts: Ronny Jacobs (for those that don't know) was Lizzie's first kiss. While he broke up with her for another girl (paving the way for Gordo- possibly) he fits into my story.
Scream Fact: The appearance of the killer and voice on the phone are the same as the one in Scream. While I am borrowing a great deal from scream (my homage to it) my story won't be an exact duplicate of it, so don't think seeing the movies will help you know who is killer.
Legal Mess: Scream owned by Dimension, Lizzie McGuire is owned by Disney. I own very little and its not either of those 2 things
This story is an homage to Wes Craven/Kevin Williamson's Scream only using Disney's Lizzie McGuire cast.