A/N I saw the movie Red Eye and I LOVED it! It also reminded me of my other favorite movie series, Scream. So I decided to kinda write a sequel to Red Eye, like everyone else has, but I wanted to be unique. So I wrote it in Scream style. Anyways review and let me know what you think. If it's good, if I should keep it, if it sucks, if I should take something out, whatever. Happy readings!
Obviously I don't own Red Eye or Scream or any of that. I am rating PG-13 just to be safe, but it's prob just gonna be that. Also any names that seem familiar from the Scream series, is by pure coincidence. This is not a crossover so there are no Scream characters in here! Also my killer is not "ghost face." He has a black outfit on with a red mask! Okay read and review!
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Red Eye's Screams
Sam Metz walked up to the pay phone waiting for the call from his boss. For some security reason his boss preferred to use pay phones to communicate instead of cell phones. Probably in worry that cells could be stolen. He was feeling very bad and embarrassed about what had happened on the plane earlier. He had been such an idiot, grabbing that girl's arm thinking it was his wife. On top of that, she also seemed like she was really troubled. "Poor girl," he muttered to himself, "I hope everything turns out for her."
He waited by the exact phone he was told to talk on, waiting for his call. The phone rang and he answered, "Sam Metz, here. Frank is that you?"
"No," said a strange unrecognizable voice.
"Oh, sorry," Sam said, starting to hang up, "I'm waiting for someone to call. Well take care and have a good day."
"I wouldn't hang up, if I was you Sam. Or should I say Samuel Mertiz?" the voice responded.
Sam froze in shock at hearing his full secret name, "Who are you? What do you want? What do you know?"
The voice chuckled darkly, "Well, Sam, I know that you're cheating on your wife Rebecca with Lillian Sarans. I know that you work with the FBI, and that you're testing the safety of the airlines. But, oh, landing makes you so uncomfortable that you have to grab complete strangers. If you want to know how I know so much, look at the folder under the phone. Well, Sam, it's been nice, but I gotta go and take care of some stuff. But I'll see you soon though. Probably sooner than you'd like." The phone died.
Sam reached out under the phone and pulled out a yellow folder, labeled "Subject." In it were pictures of him and Lilly together. There were pictures of him at work, of him and Lilly together, of his family, including his five-year-old nephew. But even more strangely, there was a picture of him on that flight with that strange, worried girl. There was also a picture of him grabbing her when they were landing. "Get ahold of yourself, Sam" he said worriedly, "It's just a trick. You're FBI. You can handle anything."
And with that bout of courage, he boarded his next flight, this time with a window seat. There was already someone sitting in the aisle seat next to him, with his face covered by his hood.
"Nice day for a flight, eh buddy?" Sam said trying to be cheerful. The person didn't twitch. Must be some teenager listening to loud music on his headphones. Ah dang kids these days. Oh well makes for a quiet flight. Sam thought to himself. He reached for his cell phone in his jacket when a hard flew up and stopped him.
"Don't think so, Sam. Not this time." It was the same mysterious voice.
Sam stared at the "teen" in shock, "Wha?"
The hooded figure laughed, "Told you I'd see you soon." Then he took a letter opener and stabbed it in his neck. Sam began choking and fell on the ground unable to get up.
The figure laughed and whispered, "Say hello to Lisa for me." Then he was gone, disappearing into the boarding crowd. Sam tried crawling to the door, to get help, but everyone was in such a hurry to get on that he was only get trampled on, by feet, luggage bags, because no one noticed him. And so, Sam Metz died, under the feet of many passengers.