Ok! I finally got hit in the head with some inspiration so now I have a new chapter to show you guys . There is, however, something different with this chapter than the other four. While writing this, I must have got hit with too much inspiration… and so I got two endings at the same time. Since I couldn't decide which was better, I just decided to put both up. So… I guess there isn't much more to say but enjoy!


Disclaimer: I don't own Scream or anycharacters thereof.

Location: back alley. 11:05

It's so damn quiet lately. Nothing to do

But sit

And wait

BORING!

I sigh, rocking back and forth on my heels. To and fro, back and forth.

Still bored.

Oh well

It's been lonely. I'm the only one who got out. I need my partner; it just doesn't work right without the both of us to finish the job. We were the best, the most terrifying thing this town had ever seen. And now I'm alone. Man this sucks.

AND THE BITCH DIDN'T EVEN DIE

What a rip-off. I sigh again, tugging on my mask.

I haven't removed it since. It's kind of like my link to him. I really do miss him. I didn't think it would turn out like this...A familiar wave of guilt washes over me again.

Ugh...

I shake my head and stare up at the fire escape, then down at my cell. It comes in handy, but the service sucks ass.

Version guy is on my snuff list

And the Mobile slut too, just for good measure

I start to laugh when I think of their faces, being killed off because of lousy product-placement and career choices. Of course, I have to take care of one little thing first…

I find myself on the fire escape. Must have blanked out for a while there... oh well. I tap my finger on the window, laughing at the sight before me.

There she is...At least I think so. After what happened, nothing really looks the same. All the women I look at, all of them that came within a few feet of me... they all... they all look exactly like her.

That bitch. Now she's right in front of me, now I can get rid of her once and for all. I can complete what we started. I can finally finish it. She'll be dead... and then I won't see her anymore. I'll get him out of wherever they put him. We'll get back to the way things were. The past will be behind us. I'll kill her, I'll get him back, and I'll even stop these nightmares. I'll do everything. Then maybe I'll be able to get rid of this mask once and for all

I touch it self-consciously. Why do I wear this thing? Never mind. I know why. It's my only link to him. To my only friend. I swear to god, if he's dead, I'll... I'll...

... I'll die...

No, I can't think of that now. I have to finish her off...

Where the hell did she go!

Shit. I can't screw this up. I pace back and forth on the fire escape, looking over the edge. If I fell, I'd probably impale myself on garbage. Not exactly the way I want to die...But then again, I suppose none of my other victims wanted to die the way they did either. It can't really be helped though. They broke the rules so they had to die. It's not like it was a hard concept. Hell, if we thought it up they should have seen it a mile away. And after all the gory shit we watched together… I thought they would at least be a little less gullible.

Maybe it's different when you have to play the part of the victim in the movie. It's different when you're the murderer too…

I shake my head and lay my palm on the window. I'll wait all night if I have to, it's not like I haven't done so before. Maybe I should give her a call… spook her into a place I can at least see her. Then my little game can start again. Then I won't even have to think. Maybe I should make sure it's her first though… the police are getting antsy. If I'm found, I'll never see him again. I can bear to think…

Stop it, stop it, STOP IT! I CAN'T think like this now! I- C-A-N-T! Not when so much is on the line. Not here, not now… no more!

My eyes open again. I can't even remember closing them. I'd fallen to my knees, my head rested against the glass and pointed downward to the alley below. My breathing's heavy and my heart going so fast I think it's gonna burst out of my chest. My cell is one the twisted metal grating, the time gleaming up at me. 11:30… it's a warning… time is running out, but for who?

Me?

Him?

Her? Please let it be her time that's ticking away.

I don't care anymore. I just want this to stop happening. I can see my knife out of the corner of my eye, clutched in my hand. I bring it in front of me, still on my knees and my head still leaning on the glass. They both come in my line of vision, slowly slipping down the wretched mask from where they were; Pressed against my ears, as if to shut out my thoughts. It only made them louder…

My hands are shaking, violently at that. The streetlights not to far off glints off the blade, making the light flash this way and that. I have to focus, I have to stop shaking. The murderer does not shake; he shows no fear. It's the victim that shakes, that screams, that dies in the end. Not the murderer. Not me.

Tap

Tap

Tap

The window? Am I tapping on it? But… both my hands are here. It can't be me, so then who is…?

I raise my head slowly and come face to face with her.

-----------------------Ok, here's the original of the two endings I thought of to end this little fanfic. Enjoy!-----------------------

Sidney

I start laughing. Yes! This is it! I laugh harder as she starts to realize whose come to visit. I pound my fists against the window. One… Two… Three…

It gives way, falling in and onto the floor.

And…

And...

She screams.

Yes… Oh God YES! All I can hear is that scream, that wonderful scream. She broke a rule! She's dead. She's finally dead! Now I'll never have to see her again; now I'll get him back! My laughing has become manic, like so many of the movies I've seen where the killer becomes psychotic at the very end; right before his prize is claimed…

"Come now Sidney…" I sneer. I have her cornered now… she had no place to go but hell; the same hell I've been banished to for years, "You can do better than this…"

"I'm not Sidney! You have the wrong girl! I swear to you!" She's so frightened, trembling horribly as tears fall down her face. It only makes me laugh harder.

"Game's over bitch. This is where you die, once and for all. This is where the game ends…"

I raise my knife high over my head; I'm sending it right into that fucking heart of hers. It's almost over… I'll be there for you soon.

A sweet scream of pure fear

A crash

"Stop! Police!"

Gunfire

Then… just… black.

Please, don't let it be true. I was so close… so very close to ending it all. Please tell me I didn't fail. Please… please

So this is what happens to murderers. Left to lie broken in some alley, deprived of everything, even if it was just a chance at fixing what was wronged to them. It starts to rain… just an insult to injury. But… why is it that I can feel the rain inside my mask?

I lower my head and shut my eyes. I've failed. I failed. I failed to do the only thing that I'm good at, the only thing I could do to make things right again. How could I? I betrayed everything between us. I betrayed him, I lost the game, and I've lost everything now…

I lift my hands and pound them into the wall I've been left to die on… but one of them stops short.

Damn garbage ridden alley… I throw it into the accompanying wall on my left.

Wait... that wasn't just garbage… I curl my legs under me and put both hands in front of me, wincing as put pressure on the left arm. A bullet wound seeps blood. Great…I shrug it off and crawl over to what I had thrown unceremoniously between two garbage bags.

A package. A package? What's it doing here? I turn it over and upside-down, momentarily forgetting the bullet in my arm until the pain keeps it from moving. No name. Just a pretty bow and paper. I shake it, receiving a sound from inside. It doesn't seem to belong to anyone… so now I guess it belongs to me.

I tug at the bow with my right hand, my left now absolutely useless.

"Hmm… I wonder who it's from…?"

------ Now, please enjoy the alternate ending to my fanfic… or scroll down (to the review button -). Whatever you chose-------

But it's not Sidney

No, NO! She saw me! She can't see me until I'm a second away from slitting her throat!

She steps back, something clutched in her hand… a phone? No, No, NO! This can't be happening like this. It's all wrong! She's breaking all the rules!

I rise to my feet and pound franticly on the glass but it won't fall. My knife does little to help things. She just stares in terror, and then flees to another room; Out of my sight again.

"No… NO! COME BACK HERE!" I keep pounding, every one resulting in a small squeak as the window gives way little by little. This one has to doe. She saw me. She saw me before I saw here. Sneaking up on a killer is against the rules.

Isn't it?

I keep pounding, the frame groaning under my weight and force. It's almost over for you… then I can get back to what really matters… what really deserves to rot in the bowels of hell.

Then sirens.

That bitch! She called the police on me! This can't be happening! Everything is falling apart!

I have no choice, well, no good once. It's either I leave now and keep looking or say here and get caught.

So I jump down to the next level of the fire escape and flee; leaving behind my botched attempt to fix everything

Its an hour later I come to another desolate alley only a block away. Damn police swarmed the entire area… I though I was gonna have to fake my own death … and I don't think I can manage that as well as I would hope.

My heart is still pounding, threatening more now then ever to claw its way out of my chest. My breathing's shallow and my throat is dry, my legs ache from zigzagging across town and back again; planting fake clues and false leads. Why is it that the movies make everything look so damn easy.

I fucking hate Hollywood.

I lean against the wall, just out of the light's grasp and try desperately to catch my breath. God forbid I should have to more than an inch tonight

A crash sounds to my left and I jump to the right; yelping and burying myself under a trash bag and what appears to be a discarded shirt…that is, until the 'shirt' hisses at me.

I shove my knife in its chest and cover its mouth to keep the damn thing from screeching. I toss its carcass, probably a raccoon, of to the side and stand. Dusting off my cloak and go investigate the noise. A trashcan lies on its side. Probably just the damn raccoon. But f that's true… why are my hands shaking?

I put the can right side up and move it out of the way. A package stares up at me. A mass of bow and paper. I laugh a little. This is what scared me?

I pick it up, my hands still shaking and I look around, trying to find who dropped the damn thing and almost made me break my own rule. The box shakes from my trembling hands. I try to get myself to stop, but it just doesn't seem to work. I take a deep breath and settle myself in the darkest corner of the alley; my back pressed against the two walls as the merge to form the alley's corner. I place the box on my outstretched legs and lay my knife and phone to the side; still within reach of course.

I tug at the bow and tilt my head to the side. I suppose this belongs to me… if it didn't, why would it drop from the sky like that and scare me half to death?

I take one last look around; finding no one, I pick the box up again. I suppose there is nothing left to do,

But open it.


Ah, it finally updates - So, tell me what you think by pressing the little blue button down there –points- I only got two reviews last time so… I think I want three more (at least). On that note I'd like to thank my two reviewers

Damar- Yay! First reviewer! Thanks! Yeah… now that I look at it, Samara does seema little OOC

RubyMoon2- Thanks for the advice. I hope this seems a little less fragmented than last time. I'll use one of your suggestions for the next chappy, 'kay? Arigato!

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