Chapter One

100% Cotton

On The freeway in Hollywood California, there are multiple vehicles back up. It's an absolute mess from Pine Street to Valley St. Anyone that is on this particular freeway is in for a long commute. Cotton Weary is amongst the patrons stuck in traffic. He is also one of the survivors of the Woodsboro and Windsor College murders. Cotton has since become big time in the entertainment industry. He now has his own talk show and has made many appearances in the movies and television shows. He has certainly come a long way. He is on the phone with his agent.

"If Dan doesn't want to do a daily rate, we can talk about a weekly rate, but I'm telling you right now, I won't go under a million." Cotton said sitting in his SUV. He continues to speak from his phone. "I mean think about it, I'm risking my reputation as the host of this country's number one nationally syndicated Talk Show to do a cameo is some cheap slasher pic. I mean, why can't these guys write me a fuckin decent part, ya know, I lived

through the fuckin thing. By the way, you talk to Kathy about that Navy Seal script?" Cotton asks as his other cell rings. "Hang on a sec."

He answers the other phone.

"Hello?" Cotton asks casually.

"Hello?" Woman's voice says on the other line.

"Who's this?" Cotton asked.

"Who's this?" Woman responds repeating Cotton's exact words.

"Who are you calling?" Cotton asks her.

"Oh, you know what, I'm sorry, I have the wrong number." Woman responds.

Cotton-

"That's ok." Cotton says smiling. The woman on the other end sounds sexy and intriguing.

"Hey, wait a minute, I know your voice. You sound a lot like that guy on TV. Um... uh... Cotton Weary." Woman said recognizing Cotton's voice.

"I do, huh?" Cotton said flirting.

"Yeah... I think he's got a really sexy voice." Woman said.

"Oh well, thank you." Cotton laughs as the girl recognizes him.

"Wait a minute, you are Cotton, aren't you? Oh my God, I am talking to Cotton Weary. I can't believe it." Woman says flirting with Cotton.

"Ya got me. Look, can you hold on a second? I'll be right back, I

promise." Cotton says hoping the women on the other stays on the phone.

"Yeah... yeah." Woman said.

"OK." Cotton said before switches phones again. "Andrea I gotta call you back." He asks then hanging up on his agent before switching phones again. "So, you a big "100% Cotton" fan?"

"Yeah, 110%." Woman said.

"That's very good. So, uh, why don't you tell me who you are?" Cotton asks.

"You're a naughty boy Cotton. Now what would you're girlfriend say?" Woman asks.

"What makes you think I have a girlfriend?" Cotton asks.

A metallic click is heard. The voice changes and it's Ghost Face.

"I know you do. I'm right outside her bathroom door." Ghost Face says.

Cotton-

"Who is this?" Cotton asks his smile disappears.

"She's in the shower." Ghost Face says. From where Ghost Face is, Cotton's girlfriend Christine can be seen in the shower. Christine is singing a little tune. "She's got a nice little... voice. Let's go in for a closer look. She's very pretty Cotton, a step up from Maureen Prescott. Speaking of which, let's play a little game. Answer right, your girlfriend lives, answer wrong, she dies. Where's Maureen's daughter Sidney and that husband of hers Billy Loomis?" Ghost Face asks.

"Who the fuck is this?" Cotton asks.

"Someone who'd kill to know where Sidney Prescott is. I know she doesn't go by Prescott anymore. I know her last name, married name is Loomis. One chance Cotton. You've got connections, where are they?" Ghost Face asks.

"You listen to me, you fucking psycho, you lay a finger on Christine and I swear to God I'll kill you." Cotton threatens.

"Wrong answer." Ghost Face says before hanging up. Cotton gets the dial tone.

"NO! Wait! Hello? Shit!" Cotton said turning his car around. He drives into the car in from of him. Christine's safety is in jeopardy and Cotton tries to rush home to save her.

"HEY!" A woman in another car yells. Cotton has cut her off.

"Get out of the way!" Cotton yells at her in his hast to get home.

"He just hit me!" The same woman yells again.

"Move!" Cotton yells.

Cotton drives off the freeway.

Christine stepping out of shower. Her naked frame dripping wet. She picks up a towel to dry off. She looks at the open door, and shrugs it off.

Meanwhile Cotton has one hand on the stirring wheel while the other has his hand his cell phone in it. He's trying to call Christine on the phone.

"Christine if you're there, pick up the phone! Christine Pick up the pho- oh shit!" He yells as he swerves to avoid hitting another car.

Christine going into her bedroom. She is humming. She drops her towel. Her phone line has been cut. Cotton wouldn't have been able to get through the house phone. Maybe her cell phone might have worked.

Cotton is still driving frantic trying to get home. He dials the police for help but got their recording.

"You have reached 911. Due to the volume..." Voice on recorded message.

Christine putting on a night gown. A radio comes on playing Creed's 'WHAT IF'. Christine gasps and spins around.

"Cotton is that you?" Christine asks as she walks to another room. "Cotton? Honey?" She calls his name then turns off the radio. "Ok, Cotton. You know I don't like your 'Stab' games." She can the sound of door opening and wondered if that was him coming home. "Who is it, who's there?"

"Christine? Hun, you all right? I'm home." Cotton's voice-Ghost Face.

"Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!" Christine said.

Cotton's voice-

"You'll never guess what just happened to me." Cotton's voice-Ghost Face.

"What are you talking about?" Christine asks.

Ghost Face pops out in front of Christine. HE raises a knife. She Screams and turns to run. She slips and falls. Ghost Face catches up and she kicks him in the face. She runs to the end of the hall, sees Ghost Face coming and screams again. She runs into a room and locks the door behind her.

"Get the hell out of here!" Christine said scared to death.

"Ok, ok. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. It's me. Open the door." Cotton's voice-Ghost Face.

"What are you doing? What the fuck are you doing?" Christine asks.

"I was just trying to take the game to the next level. I'm sorry, come on open the door, Chris." Cotton-Ghost Face.

"The game?" Christina asks.

"Yeah the game!" Cotton's voice-Ghost Face.

"What are you talking about?" Christina asks

"I'm talking about how much fun it's gonna be to rip your insides out! Now open the fucking door Christine!" Cotton's voice-Ghost Face.

A knife smashes through the door. Christine Screams. "Oh my god! Cotton!" S

Cotton's SUV arriving at the Christine's apartment building. He exits and runs into the apartment.

"Christine? Hun?" Cotton calls her name. No response.

"The recent epidemic of Road Rage in Los Angeles, innocent drivers mercilessly terrorized and killed by these madmen of the freeway." Cotton says on his talk show.

"Chris? Don't mess around, ok?" Cotton calls her name again.

Cotton On TV-

"We're gonna make them confront their victims face to face, mano a mano,

right here on '100% Cotton'." On his talk show on TV.

Cotton is searching for Christine. He removes his jacket and picks up a fire poker. He walks into the hall. He sees the door with knife marks in it.

Cotton-

"Oh shit. Chris, is that you babe? Chris if you're in there open the door ok honey? Chris? Come on baby open the door."

He breaks through the door. Christine jumps out of the closet and swings a golf club at Cotton.

"Chris, woah woah woah! Jesus!" Cotton said ducking out of the way.

"Get back." Christine orders still holding the golf club.

"Chris, what are you doin?" Cotton asks.

"Stay back. Stay back. Why?" Christine asks.

"Chris, what's going on baby?" Cotton asks her unsure of what's going on but having some idea.

"You've gone crazy that's what!" Christine says.

"Chris, was somebody in the house?" Cotton asks her. She swings at him again.

"Ok ok ok, just calm down, ok?" Cotton said keeping a distance from Christine. He is around the desk in his office while Christine's back is to the door.

"Why do you want to kill me?" Christine asks.

"What are you talking about?" Cotton asks her. She doesn't realize that it wasn't Cotton but someone else who attacked her moments before Cotton came home.

"Oh, why do you want to kill me?" Christine asks crying.

"Give me the club, all right? Give me the club. Give me the club, please." Cotton pleads.

Ghostface appears behind Christine in the hall. From where Cotton is standing he can see Ghost Face sneaking up behind Christine.

"Oh, Christine get out of the way!" Cotton yells and she hits him with the club. Blood pores from the cut Cotton has on the side of his face. "Behind you!" He yells but it's too late.

Ghostface runs behind Christine and Stabs her. She screams. The killer throws her into the hall. The killer goes to Cotton and slices his Arm. He runs and hurls a chair into the killer. Cotton opens some curtains to discover bars on the window.

"Shit!" Cotton curses.

He throws the killer into the wall and knocks a bookshelf on top of him. Cotton reaches for the club, but Ghostface knocks him over the desk. Ghostface runs over, raises a knife, and stab Cotton.

"It was a simple game Cotton. You should've told me where Sidney and Billy are. Now, you lose." Ghost Face says before stabbing him to his death.

To Be Continued!