Kyla's eyes flickered down to her phone for the hundredth time that hour, finding she had another text from her mother. She flipped her phone over, an irritated huff leaving her lips, as she tried to focus back on the movie on the TV screen. She was sprawled out on the green couch in her shared apartment, watching the latest Halloween movie with one of her flatmates. Not that they seemed very interested in what was on the screen either.
"Who are you texting?" Kyla inquired, noticing the grin on the younger girl's face.
"Just a friend" She shrugged, her cheeks flushing, causing Kyla to raise an eyebrow.
Tara Carpenter.
The twenty-year-old had been through more than most people went in a lifetime. Kyla could tell Tara so desperately wanted to have a normal life, worrying about boys and college...but something told her that wouldn't be the case. She loved her friend, but she really did let people into her life too easily. She had bought Kyla's lie that she had never heard of the Woodsboro murders without a second thought. In truth, she had been watching the Carpenter sisters ever since they moved to New York.
In a totally not creepy way.
Well, not in a Ghostface way, at least. She needed to get close to the girls, and how better than by moving in with them? Still, she had never expected to become so close to them. It made the real reason she had moved to New York even harder.
But she needed to find Sidney Prescott.
And the sisters were the best way to her, whether they realised that or not. She knew how betrayed they would be if they ever found out the truth, but surely they would understand? Family came first, didn't it?
"A friend who makes you blush? Does Tara have a crush?" Kyla teased, chucking some popcorn toward Tara, who batted the snack away with her hands.
"At least I have friends" Tara retorted, as Kyla clutched at her chest, with a mock look of hurt.
"You wound me" Kyla scoffed, ears perking up when she heard the door to their apartment open.
She looked over to the top of the couch to see Sam walking toward them, dropping her bag onto the floor, and running a hand over her face. She looked tired. Kyla suspected she had been to her therapist again. She always had the same expression after their sessions.
"Your sister's bullying me, by the way" Kyla announced, as Sam forced a smile onto her lips, that didn't quite reach her eyes.
"She only bullies' people she likes" Sam shrugged, walking around the side of the couch.
Kyla drew her legs out of the way, as Sam came to sit beside her on the couch, grabbing a handful of popcorn in her hands. Kyla caught herself staring at the older Carpenter for a few seconds before she forced her eyes back to the TV screen.
"You guys are seriously watching a slasher film right now?" Sam mumbled, with a shake of her head.
"It is Halloween, Sam" Tara pointed out, before giving Kyla a look, ushering for her to say something.
"...Speaking of which...there's a frat party this weekend. I'm going. Mindy's going. Chad's going...and Tara—" Kyla began, but Sam was quick to cut her off.
"Will be staying at home" Sam insisted, causing her sister to send her a glare.
"And how exactly do you think you're going to stop me?" Tara questioned.
"I'll knock you out and lock you in the apartment" Sam huffed, clearly having thought of that beforehand.
"A little dramatic, don't you think?" Kyla murmured.
"You weren't in Woodsboro last year. You don't know what it was like. You don't know the danger that my sister could still be in" Sam explained, as Kyla averted her eyes to the ground, knowing Sam was right.
"You can't control every aspect of my life. Not forever" Tara complained, angrily.
"Hey. How about if you come with us?" Kyla suggested, turning back to the older Carpenter.
"A frat party's not really my scene" Sam scoffed, as Kyla nudged her thigh with her bare foot.
"C'mon, I'll be there. It could be fun. I'll make sure you have a good time" Kyla insisted, giving her a wink.
"Pleeease, Sam" Tara begged, holding her hands together.
"Jesus, fine! We'll go for a couple of hours! Don't make me regret this!" Sam muttered, as a grin grew on Kyla's face.
"You hear that, Tar. No threesomes" Kyla mocked, as the younger girl launched a cushion toward her.
"You're unbelievable" Sam snorted, earning another nudge to the thigh from Kyla's foot.
A smile had grown on Sam's face, as she grabbed Kyla's ankle, and pulled her legs onto her lap. Kyla thought she might start to poke her back, but Sam seemed satisfied to have Kyla half on top of her, as she relaxed back against the couch. Sam's attention turned to the movie on the screen, her fingers tracing patterns over the bare skin of Kyla's legs. It took longer than it should of for Kyla to realise she was once again staring at Sam, rather than the entertainment on screen. Luckily, she hadn't seemed to notice. A loud moan from Quinn's bedroom had all the girls sharing a look, wondering which boy was sharing the girl's bedroom that night.
"Looks like they've started round four" Tara snorted, as Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Damn" Sam scoffed, with a fond shake of her head.
"Well, there does happen to be a hot, almost always shirtless guy, who lives in this building who I'm sure wouldn't mind going a few rounds with you" Tara teased, causing Sam to roll her eyes.
"I'm not ready for that" Sam shrugged, her fingers having stilled on Kyla's leg.
"So...you do find him hot then?" Tara grinned, as Sam threw the cushion back Tara had thrown minutes before.
"I'm serious, Sam. Just talk to him and—" Tara began, when Kyla suddenly jumped off the couch.
"I'm gonna' head to Mindy's" Kyla mumbled, as Tara frowned.
"What about the movie?" Sam asked, standing up too, almost as if she was planning to stop her from leaving.
"They're all the same, right? The bad guys die in the end" Kyla exclaimed, before turning on her heel, leaving Sam confused.
Kyla let out a sigh as she reached the front door to Mindy and Anika's apartment, realising how ridiculous her actions were. She just hated the thought of Sam being with Danny, the elusive loner from across the way. She could do so much better. And from what she had seen of Danny—
Shit. Why did she even care? She was supposed to be getting information out of Sam. Not slotting herself into her life and her sister's. And she certainly wasn't supposed to be...
"You going inside or are you planning to stand out in the cold all night?" A familiar voice said from behind her, causing Kyla to jump.
"Well, I was hoping to bump into my favourite jock" Kyla grinned, turning to find Chad behind her.
"Oh, I'm your favourite now?" Chad flirted, as they walked up the stairs into the building, side by side.
"Well, the bar is low. Really low" Kyla smirked.
"So, my sister tells me you're going to the party at the weekend?" Chad exclaimed, their hands brushing as they walked through the lobby.
"I might be. What are you dressing as?" Kyla inquired.
"Shirtless cowboy" Chad responded, making her giggle.
"You're such a stereotypical Chad" She teased, nudging him with her elbow.
"...In like a good way, right?" Chad asked, as they reached his sister's dorm room.
"Right?" Chad insisted, causing her grin to widen, as she knocked on Mindy's door.
"Mindy, I'm out here with your brother, so you and your girl better throw some clothes on!" Kyla called out, banging on the door again.
The door opened a moment later, as Mindy narrowed her eyes at the pair, noticing how close they were standing. She and her twin seemed to communicate with just their eyes on for a few seconds before a mischievous look grew on her face.
"You two are here...together?" Mindy asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"We uh, we just ran into each other" Chad murmured, rubbing his head.
"Uh-huh" Mindy nodded, teasingly, as Kyla recognised a smell coming from the flat.
"Did you order takeout from that Turkish place without me?" Kyla gaped, as Anika appeared behind her girlfriend, wrapping her arms around her waist.
"We were kind of hoping for a romantic night...just the two of us..." Anika trailed off, as Kyla and Chad gave each other a look.
"Right. Yeah, I mean...we could go back to my place...if you, uh...you wanted?" Chad stuttered, as Kyla wondered what he was so nervous about.
"And be in the same building as your creepy roommate Ethan? I'll pass" Kyla scoffed, as her phone beeped.
The colour drained from her face as she saw where the notification was from, and instantly shoved her phone back into her pocket. She made her excuses quickly, stating she was heading back to her apartment, running off before anyone could stop her. She made her way down the alleyway of Mindy's building, taking a deep breath as she pulled out her phone. The notification was from a Reddit account. One that she had paid a great deal of money to hack into.
Richie Kirsch's account.
She opened the app to find someone had sent a host of messages to the deceased killer, none of which made any sense to Kyla. Perhaps it was a code? Was it possible that Richie had been working with someone else other than Amber? She swiped off the app, and began to dial 911, ready to tell them about the suspicious activity when she stopped. If there really was another Ghostface, wasn't there a chance that they knew where Sidney was?
"Alright, you little freak. Let's see how well you've covered your tracks..." Kyla trailed off, as she turned the Reddit app back on.
Kyla watched as Sam ran a hand over the witch's costume in front of her, before she pursed her lips and pushed it away. They had been trying to find an outfit for her to wear to the frat party for over twenty minutes, but Sam was still undecided. Kyla pushed the shopping cart forward, leaning all her weight against it as she glided past her friend.
"Maybe you should dress up as Pennywise" Kyla grinned, making Sam roll her eyes.
"And give everyone another reason to be scared of me?" Sam huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Hey, not everyone. Not me" Kyla insisted, sending her a shy smile.
"You don't count. You clearly have very poor choice in friends" Sam retorted, amused.
"What can I say, I've got a soft spot for pretty girls with daddy issues" Kyla teased, before pushing the shopping cart forward, missing how Sam's cheeks flushed.
"What are you going as?" Sam inquired, close on her heels.
"Little Red Riding Hood. Tara bought my costume months ago" Kyla shrugged, as Sam quirked an eyebrow.
"Huh. So, what were you two gonna' do if I said no to this frat party?" Sam asked, as Kyla turned back to her with a smirk.
"I can be very persuasive" Kyla stated, as Sam found her own lips twitching into a smile.
Her smile faltered a moment later, as Sam's eyes flickered to something over Kyla's shoulder. She let out a sigh when she saw a Ghostface costume on display, labelled as half-price. Sam slowly walked over to the outfit, running her hand over the mask, a haunted expression on her face.
"I can't believe they're still selling this shit after everything that's happened" Kyla grumbled, coming to stand beside her.
"Serial killers sell" Sam shrugged, dropping her hand back to her side.
"...We don't have to go to the party, you know. We could just stay at home. Watch some crappy horror movies and eat a load of junk food?" Kyla suggested, as Sam shook her head.
"No. No, it's fine. Besides this is your last Halloween in college, right? You don't want to spend it alone with me" Sam shrugged.
"Right..." Kyla trailed off, amazed that Sam didn't realise how wrong she was.
"I seriously don't know why you're friends with me, Kyla. I'm...I'm fucked up" Sam muttered, bitterly.
"Who isn't at this point?" Kyla insisted, reaching out to run her hand down Sam's arm.
"I'm not...I'm not dealing with what happened last year as well as Tara thinks. Therapy's just...it's not helping" Sam confessed, averting her eyes to the ground.
"Hey, you know you can always talk to me, right?" Kyla pushed, reaching up to brush some of Sam's hair behind her ear.
"I know. And I really appreciate that but...you weren't there. You can't understand" Sam pointed out, as Kyla pulled her hand back, with a nod.
"But other people might. The other survivors" Kyla suggested, as Sam pursed her lips.
"I can't talk to my sister about this" Sam retorted.
"Well, what about that reporter? She was there for it all, right?" Kyla went on.
"Gale Weathers? She's the reason everyone thinks I'm a damn serial killer" Sam scoffed, as Kyla bit her lip, readying herself to ask what she really wanted.
"And Sidney Prescott? I mean...she would understand better than anyone..." Kyla mumbled.
"I haven't talked to Sidney in months. And even then...she contacts me, not the other way round" Sam shrugged, as Kyla's face fell.
She instantly felt sick. She was supposed to be comforting Sam, and instead, she was manipulating her to get the information she wanted. It was fucked up. Sam had already had to deal with so much betrayal, Kyla could only imagine how hurt she would be if she found out the truth.
"You know what you need?" Kyla exclaimed.
"What?" Sam frowned, as a grin grew on Kyla's lips.
"One of my world-famous hugs" She stated, making Sam snort.
"And all my problems will magically disappear?" Sam questioned, as Kyla gave a small shrug.
She was then leaning forward to wrap her arms around Sam's shoulders, pulling her close. The older girl all but melted against her, hands slowly coming to link behind her back, as Sam's chin came to rest on her shoulder. Kyla brought her hand up to trail through Sam's dark hair, trying to soothe her fried nerves, causing Sam to hide her face in the crook of Kyla's neck.
"Everything will be alright, Sammy. I promise" Kyla mumbled, holding her a little closer.
Kyla let out a groan as she pried the window open of the apartment she was breaking into. She had climbed up the fire escape, having guessed the two men she had tracked down from Reddit, would have numerous locks on their front doors. However, it seemed they weren't smart enough to lock their windows.
Jason Carvey and Greg Brockner.
Two film school students, neither with any criminal record, nor any reported signs of abuse. Just two normal college guys. So, why were they sending messages to a dead serial killer?
She crept inside, careful to stay quiet, still not convinced there wasn't anyone inside. It was a small messy apartment, covered in merchandise from horror movies, and video games. There were dirty dishes in the sink and a half-eaten sandwich on the kitchen counter. She would have to be quick, she decided. She rummaged around the drawers in the main room, finding more horror movie memorabilia, but nothing incriminating. Maybe the two men were just Stab enthusiasts and nothing more? Still, she had to be sure. For Sam and Tara's sake. And for her own.
Their computer had been left on, with surprisingly no password protection. She looked on the saved files, finding a ridiculous amount of porn, but nothing too concerning...until she found photos of a pretty blonde. She could swear she had seen the woman before. She looked a little too old to be a college student, maybe one of their professors? From how the pictures were taken, it was clear the woman didn't realise her photos were being taken.
"Jesus" Kyla muttered, finding there were over a hundred photos of the woman.
Her heart faltered for a moment when she stumbled upon a picture of Tara, taken through a classroom window. There were dozens more just like it. And of Sam too. God, everyone who had been involved in the Woodsboro killings had their pictures taken by the two creeps living in the apartment. She reached for her phone, thinking that she had enough evidence to call the police now when she stopped.
It was all just circumstantial. She was sure the two men would find some excuse. Probably a secret project they were working on for class. She needed something more. With a shake of her head, Kyla made her way to the bedrooms, finding nothing of interest. Close to giving up, she made her way to a large cupboard close to the front door, jumping out of her skin when she found herself inches from a Ghostface mask. She clutched at her chest, trying to calm her frantic heartbeat, realising it was just the costume. Two Ghostface masks were on display, with all the Stab posters dotted around behind them. It was like a shrine.
She pulled at the drawers underneath the masks, eyes widening when she found two kitchen knives inside, nestled in beside rope and duct tape. Fuck, what were these guys planning? She frowned when she opened the next draw, finding a picture of Billy Loomis staring back at her. There were dozens of Ghostface pictures inside, one, in particular, causing goosebumps to rise over her skin.
Roman Bridger.
She couldn't resist reaching down to pick up the photo, figuring it must have been taken on the set of Stab 3. His green eyes were piercing and familiar, making her skin crawl.
They looked just like hers.
Frankly, it was a miracle that no one had noticed the resemblance yet. She really was the spitting image of her father. Minus, the serial killing tendencies she hoped.
"You really fucked up my life, you know that?" She sighed, still staring at the photo.
The sound of keys turning in the front door had Kyla jumping out of her skin, as she shoved the photo into the pocket of her jeans. She then jumped inside the cupboard and closed the doors shut, taking a deep breath as she heard the front door open. Her hand was instantly dropping down to grab one of the kitchen knives, gripping the weapon tightly in her hand.
"Jason, where the fuck are you? We're supposed to be going to the party together, douchebag" A voice complained, as Kyla realised the man that entered the apartment must have been on the phone.
"I heard Tara's gonna' be there. And her sister! Can you fucking believe it? I think we should do it tonight, man. Finish Richie's film" The man, who she now assumed was Greg, explained.
Kyla's blood ran cold as she put two and two together. Whether the men ever actually knew Richie or not, it still seemed that they were gearing up to finish what he started. Tonight.
"I want Sam, alright? I want some fun with her before I stab her. Killing the daughter of a serial killer...fuck, dude. It's—" Greg began, but a voice cut him off before he could finish.
"Not gonna' fucking happen" Kyla snarled, as the man twisted around to face her, stumbling back a step when he saw her wearing a Ghostface mask.
His eyes then darted to the sharp knife in her hand, as he stumbled back a step. The man had his hands up in defence, fear growing over his face, as Kyla gripped the knife tighter in her hand. She could understand why her father was so fond of the mask. Of the power it gave.
"Who the fuck are you?" Greg gaped, as Kyla raised the knife up.
"I'm your hero, aren't I, Greg? A monster who hides behind a mask?" Kyla went on, as the man's brow furrowed.
"Fuck you. I'm not scared of some girl wearing a Ghostface—" Greg started, but was cut off as Kyla lunged forward, her hand wrapping around his neck.
Greg's head slammed against the wall as Kyla shoved him back, her fingers still gripping the fragile skin of his throat. He tried to push her off him, but she raised the knife to his face again, just inches away from his cheek this time.
"Woah, woah. Okay. Let's just...let's talk about this" Greg gulped, his eyes watching the knife closely.
"I'm not really in the mood for talking" Kyla stated, pulling her hand back to replace it will the knife against his neck.
"Fuck! Don't...please! I don't want to die! Please!" The man cried, pathetically.
"No one ever wants to die, Greg...isn't that the whole point of you Stab lovers? You think life is just one big movie, huh? I don't think you're gonna' make it to the final cut..." Kyla trailed off, nicking his neck with the knife, as a line of blood ran down his skin, causing him to cry out in pain.
"N-no! Please! Please, don't!" He sobbed, as Kyla grit her teeth.
She inhaled sharply, a little taken aback by her own actions, never having planned to actually cut the man. It was too easy for her anger to take over.
"You listen to me, you sick fuck! If you ever even breathe near Sam or Tara again, I'm gonna' cut your fucking eyes out. And after that, I'm gonna' gut you...real slow..." Kyla threatened, lowering her knife over his stomach, and dragging the blade over his shirt.
"I swear...I won't...I'll leave college...I'll leave the fucking country, please!" Greg begged, as Kyla looked down in disgust to see he had pissed himself.
Reluctantly, she stepped back, as the man slumped to the ground, tears running down his cheeks. Walking over to the kitchen counter, she grabbed a nearby washcloth and run it over the blade, hoping to remove any of her fingerprints. She turned back to see Greg still sobbing on the floor, as he reached for his phone which had dropped to the floor. Red hot anger coursed through her veins for a moment, as she stormed over and slammed the knife down onto his hand, as Greg screeched in pain. He kept screaming and screaming, clutching at his hand which was now pinned to the floorboards as Kyla stumbled back a step.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
She hadn't meant to stab him. God, she shouldn't have even been there. She rushed to the window which was still wide open and sprinted down the fire escape, panic washing over her. She kept running until she was a few blocks away, hidden from any cameras in a dark alleyway. She then pulled off the Ghostface mask, breathing heavily. Her eyes flickered down to see Greg's blood splattered over the white material, her heart beating faster.
Had she just become Ghostface?
Author's Notes: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Welcome to my new hyperfixation. I've had this idea for a while and after seeing Scream 6, I knew I had to start writing. There won't be any major spoilers until later chapters, so don't worry if you haven't seen the new movie yet. Please leave a review if you want me to continue this fic:)