Rated for Language and Violence

Author's Note: Hey everyone. Guess who? That's right. It's me. It's Carmen, back to make a new story. I finally saw Scream all the way through, loved the ending song, and decided to create a story with my own character in it. Don't like it? Tough. Not my problem, now is it?

Disclaimer: I don't own Scream or any of the original characters. They belong to whoever made it up. I can't remember the name. I only own Kaitlyn. She's a figment of my imagination, okay? This basically has the same storyline as Scream does, and the same characters. Cidney isn't in this.

"Yes, Cindy, I know. He was totally gawking at her during Homeroom…Yeah…Yeah…Oh my god, seriously?"

The conversation between Rebecca Gloria and Cindy Piers had gone on for quite a while like that, with little 'Oh my god's and 'Oh-no he didn't's here and there. Rebecca popped another piece of popcorn into her mouth and munched on it at the girl on TV ran in terror from a masked man named Jason.

"Yes, I know she's like the ugliest girl in school, but still!" The phone gave off a sounding Beep. "Oh, gotta go, Cindy. Someone's on the other line. Ok…Yeah…Later." Rebecca flipped her hair and pressed a button on the phone, flashing over to the second line. "Hello?"

"Hey there," said a male voice. "Is this Rebecca Gloria?"

Rebecca smiled into the phone and giggled a little. "Yes, who's this?"

"Oh," said the voice, "Just someone you know. What-cha doing?"

Rebecca switched the phone to the other ear and turned her TV off. Standing up with the popcorn bowl in her hand, she made her way to the kitchen. "Just putting some popcorn up."

"Ah, what movie were you just watching?"

Rebecca paused, confused for a minute. "How did you know I was watching a movie?" She questioned slowly.

The voice laughed. "Popcorn. I assumed you were watching a movie. So, now that I know you were watching something, what was it?"

Rebecca sighed with relief and laughed. "Oh, just some stupid movie where a big-breasted blond girl is chased around by a masked murderer only to be killed in the end. To tell the truth, Friday 13th really isn't all that special. You can predict what happens."

"So you like scary movies?"

"I guess you could say that, yeah," Rebecca shrugged, setting the popcorn bowl on a counter after emptying it's contents into the garbage.

"So," the voice said, "what's your favorite scary movie, Rebecca?"

"I dunno. I don't think I really have one. Maybe the Elm Street series. Freddy seems to be a funny villain to base a story off of."

"I see."

Rebecca snorted. "Hey, you never told me your name. C'mon, now. What sad game is it when you know my name, but I don't know yours?"

The voice chuckled. "A fun game, Rebecca."

Rebecca smirked to herself. "Are you flirting with me?"

"Maybe."

"This is odd, someone flirting with me over the phone."

"Yes, maybe it is," the voice said. "Oh, and might I add, that shirt with the green puppy you're wearing is to die for."

Rebecca's face went ghost white as she looked down at her shirt. A small, green puppy sat just below her collar. "Wh-who are you?"

"Do you like scary movies, Rebecca?"

"You already asked that question and I answered it! Now it's time for you to answer me! Who are you?" Rebecca said, her voice quivering with fright. Her eyes darted to the several windows in her kitchen. A bush moved to her right, making her jump. Her hand made it's way towards a long, slender knife in the utensil rack on the counter next to the popcorn bowl.

"You could say I'm your choice between life and death. Now, Rebecca, you said you liked scary movies before. Am I correct in that assumption?"

"Y-yeah, why?" Rebecca clutched the knife at her side, her hand shaking. Slowly, she made her way into the living room again, her eyes searching for any sign of the person.

"We're going to play a little game," the voice teased. "I'm going to ask you three questions about scary movies. You get them right, you can tell your friends about me. Get them wrong and your friends will be hearing about you on the news and 'Unsolved Murder Mysteries.' Am I clear?"

Rebecca sobbed. "Go to hell!" She clicked the phone off. It rang again.

Click. "Hello?"

"You hang the phone up on me and there won't be any time for wrong answers! You hear me?"

By this time, Rebecca was hysterical. Her hand was shaking so terribly, that the knife clutched in its grasp threatened to slip onto the floor. She pressed her back up against the wall and slid to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. "Yes."

"Good," the voice said a bit more calmly, "First question: In Nightmare on Elm Street, Freddy was killed where?"

Rebecca sat up. "In a boiler room. That's right, I know it is."

"Correct. Next question. The original 'Ring' movie was in what language?"

"Uh…" Rebecca chewed her lip nervously. "Chinese?"

"Wrong! Japanese, Rebecca. The Japanese come up with the scariest stories."

Rebecca jumped as a loud BANG echoed from the back door to the kitchen. She began crying as she realized what it was. "Please! Don't kill me…I don't wanna die!"

"I won't…If you answer this last question correctly. It's very simple. Care to answer?"

She choked on her sobs, trying to pull herself together. Ok, she told herself, if I answer this, I'll live. He'll go away. "Ok," Rebecca spoke, taking a deep breath.

"Which room am I in?"

Rebecca's breath caught in her throat as she heard movement shoot through the dining room. Too terrified to think correctly, she darted for the front door and unlocked it. As she yanked open the door, a person in a black suit with a white, ghost-like mask pressed over his face grabbed her by the arm. His other hand was hiked over his head, a shining black knife blade raised in the air. Rebecca screamed, wrenching her arm out of his grip.

The girl darted up the staircase, getting herself lost in the many rooms in the hallway. As silently as possible, Rebecca slipped into her mother and father's bedroom, locking the door behind her with a small Click. She pressed her ear to the door, breathing heavily, trying to listen for the masked man. Stomping came slowly up the steps, stopping on the top one, most likely trying to figure which room she was in.

Rebecca listened as the footsteps retreated back down the stairs. She felt a trickle of something go down the arm her knife was pressed against. Wiping it away, she looked down at her arm, noticing that she'd cut herself running up the steps. There was a trail of blood where she had been…

A crash came as the masked figure belted through the window of the room. Rebecca screamed and went to yank open the door to find it locked as she had put it. The person came towards her and grabbed her hair, sticking his knife in her free arm. The pain was unbearable for Rebecca as she freed the lock and tumbled down the stairs.

Recovering from her fall, Rebecca stood up, limping to the open front door with her now twisted ankle. Whimpering at the pain, she made her way outside into the bushes, hoping the man wouldn't find her. He stalked outside soon after, looking around for her. He drifted towards the trees, the bushed on the side of the house, and finally stood there wondering where she was. Rebecca made the wrong decision to gasp as a twig stabbed itself into her wounded arm. He turned around and grabbed her by the throat

"P-please…" her voice was barely above a whisper. The man shook his head and she cried. Rebecca tried to struggle free, but she was too weak from blood loss. He pinched the side of her throat in, causing her to choke. Then he raised his knife and plunged it into her chest.

- - -

"Honey, we're ho-oly shit!"

The place was a mess. Mr. and Mrs. Gloria had arrived home from dinner to find their house torn apart. They stepped over over-turned chairs and piles of what used to be expensive vases. Mrs. Gloria looked down at the ground and gasped. There lies a shining black knife…Covered in shining red blood.

"Honey?" She whispered. Mr. Gloria glanced at what his wife saw and made his way around the house, crying, "Rebecca!"

Mrs. Gloria stepped over the mess into the living room as her husband made his way around the house. There in the chair sat her daughter, her back to her and facing the TV screen which played Friday 13th.

"Oh, thank god you're alright Rebe…" then she screamed.

Rebecca Gloria sat on the sofa, a kitchen blade protruding from her ribcage, completely gutted from the inside out.