The Ghostface Killer's Apartment, New York City
"Sooo… how do you two know each other again?"
A very awkward nineteen-year-old Tara Carpenter asked with a weak chuckle. She had tan skin, curly dark brown hair with a ponytail, dark brown eyes, and freckles and she wore a black and white striped long sleeve shirt, blue skinny jeans, and white short socks.
"We met through group therapy…"
Her twenty-four-year-old sister Samantha Carpenter answered quietly with a weak smile. Like her younger sister, she had tan skin, long curly dark brown hair dyed black, and dark brown eyes and she wore a light blue short sleeve shirt, black jeans, and white socks.
"I thought you were doing solo sessions…?" Tara continued her line of questioning from across the dinner table. Sam glanced at him sitting beside her but he said nothing. He simply kept eating dinner.
"I was… But my therapist was… uncomfortable with continuing with me… I nearly gave up on therapy in general… Until I met him…" Sam answered. A lie but close enough to the truth. But he continued to say nothing, knowing he was unnerving the younger Carpenter.
"Right…" Was Tara's only quiet response before the sisters resumed eating once again.
The truth would have unsettled her right away and neither Sam or him wanted that. The truth being the both of them were killers. Or one killer to the media.
Specifically, the Ghostface Killer.
So they wouldn't tell her the truth. Not yet, at least. He made polite small talk, small jokes here and there, and kept a polite smile for the younger Carpenter sister. But his eyes were filled with nothing but the promise of something dark and twisted for the events later that night. Something Sam and him had spent a lot of time putting together. And it would help bring the Carpenter sisters closer together. They just needed to ease Tara into the idea of being a serial killer and what better way then to help her with her first murder.
Or murders.
She was already at the edge. Willing to sleep with some douchebag at a party? Good thing Sam and him were around to prevent such a worthless self destructive action. No, she needed to be pushed in the right direction. A better direction. And having Sam encourage her to join them at dinner at his place while their friends Chad, Mindy, and Anika were busy, there would be no distractions.
Tonight would be perfect.
"S-Sam, w-what recipe did you use for this…"
Speaking of.
"I-I… I-I d-don't f-feel…"
Before she could slam her head into the table, he pushed himself out of his chair, stood and went to her, and held her head against his side. He looked at Sam who sat in her chair as still as a statue since Tara started to show the signs and pass out from the sleeping pills they placed in her soda. Gently, he placed Tara's head onto the table beside her plate and walked around the table to stand beside the sitting older Carpenter sister. He placed a hand on her shoulder. Finally, she looked up at him with a questioning look. Slowly, he nodded and spoke the words she shared with him a few weeks ago when they met online.
It felt right.
Unknown Warehouse, New York City
"Hello…? Sam…?"
Sam and him watched from a hidden door as a terrified Tara answered her phone when he called her using Sam's phone. Her hand was shaking and he could see the dread on her face. He glanced at Sam, seeing her uncertainty and knowing she wanted nothing more to come out and comfort her sister but he kept a firm hand on her shoulder. Slowly, she nodded her approval.
He raised the voice changer and began the show.
He told her hello and watched the dread build on her face.
"Where's Sam…?" Tara asked quietly. He apologized and told her Sam was busy at the moment but he could leave a voicemail, chuckling at his poor joke.
"No… Wait… I was having dinner… I saw you get up and come to me… It's you… It's you! I know it's you! I know who you are! Where's Sam?! I swear-!" Tara shouted tearfully while pacing around. But he cut her off and asked her what she swore. Not mockingly but out of curiosity.
And he knew she caught the tone of his question because she said nothing.
"Is she…?" Tara asked quietly with tears falling from her eyes. He told her no. They watched her stop.
"What do you want then…?" Tara asked quietly with a pained expression. He chuckled and told her he wanted her to join the club.
"The club…?" Tara asked bewildered. He told her yes. He embraced being a killer. Sam embraced being a killer. Now it's her turn.
"To what?! Kill?! I already killed somebody! I killed-" Tara began. Amber, he finished. He told her that was nothing. She did it out of survival. Not because she really wanted to.
"My sister-" Tara began again. But he cut her off and told her he knew what her sister did. He told her her sister violently killed her ex-boyfriend. Not just out of survival. Because she embraced being what she was.
A killer.
He glanced at Sam who kept her eyes on Tara but he knew what she was thinking. He continued talking to the younger Carpenter sister, knowing the oldest Carpenter sister was still listening. He told her he saw the photos of what she did to Richie. He told her she truly made a mess out of him and chuckled darkly.
Now it was her turn.
"No… I won't do it… I'm not a killer…" Tara said quietly.
But he told her darkly, not yet.
He asked if she would kill for her sister.
"What-" Tara began. He cut her off by saying she knew exactly what he was asking.
Would she kill someone for her sister?
"I already did…" Tara reasoned again. He then told her it should be easy then. He told her he's going to come out and show her her first trial run. He told her not to go anywhere. He hung up. He looked to Sam who looked back at him with unease. He knew beneath the mask, she could see his questioning look. Tilting his head also helped. Slowly, she gave her final nod.
They would commit.
Slowly, he exited the hidden door and walked toward Tara who was even more terrified now. Because his appearance was different. He was disguised. As his true self. He wore the signature white ghostface mask and the black hooded cloak.
He always did love the classics.
He stopped in front of her and raised his knife. With the handle held out. He then raised the voice changer with his free hand. He told her this was her first test. She could take the knife and stab him but not figure out why he was doing this. Or she could take the knife and follow him and find purpose. She only looked at the knife.
"Purpose…?" Tara asked quietly.
He only nodded.
…
Hesitantly, she took the knife…
…
But she did nothing…
…
Slowly, he began to walk toward a door. He didn't bother to look back as he heard Tara follow behind him. He stopped at the door with his hand on the handle. Tara stopped beside him but a good few feet away.
"And my sister…?" Tara asked quietly. He told her they would reunite in a few minutes. He ignored her fearful expression and opened the door… revealing three figures tied up in a chair… A beaten family gagged and dressed as maskless Ghostface killers…
Richie's family.
Detective Wayne Bailey, his daughter and their roommate Quinn Bailey, and his son and Chad's roommate Ethan Landry. The father had wrinkled white skin, graying black hair, and dark brown eyes. Quinn had white skin, long strawberry blonde hair, and blue eyes. Ethan had white skin, curly brown hair, and brown eyes.
"Detective Bailey…? Quinn…? Ethan…?" Tara's eyes widened and she looked between the beaten, gagged, and tied up family and him. He moved further into the room and stood beside them, waiting for Tara. Both Quinn and Ethan tried to get her to help them while Detective Bailey only showed a face of dread but Tara didn't dare move any further than she did inside of the room… with a table filled with silverware, a bucket filled with water, rope, and more…
"What is…" Tara began terrified, looking to him for any answers. He raised his voice changer again. He told Tara to meet her would-be killers Detective Wayne Bailey, his daughter Quinn Bailey, and his son Ethan Landry… Richie's family.
"Son?! Richie's what?!" Tara shouted with wide eyes. He told her yes, Richie was Detective Bailey's son and their eldest sibling before Sam killed him like the wild animal he was. He chuckled when Detective Bailey narrowed his eyes and the siblings rage through their gags. He ignored them and explained they were planning to torture and kill their friends and her and her sister.
He saw her eyes narrowed slightly and smiled under his mask. His smile only grew when she stepped past him, even letting herself turn her back on him, to angrily pull the gag from Quinn's mouth. Immediately, Quinn began shouting.
"He's lying! Don't listen to him! I only know Richie from what you guys told me! I'm not a killer!" Quinn shouted. He told Tara he had to admit, she was really good at acting. He also told her Quinn popped her first murder cherry when she killed Jason. Quickly, Tara turned to him while Quinn scowled at him.
"Jason from our Film Class?" Tara asked. He nodded and told her Detective Bailey hired Jason and his roommate Greg to see if they would be helpful with their plan but they ended up planning to kill her and her sister themselves. He told her Detective Bailey sent his own children to clean the house. Ethan murdered Greg and Quinn murdered Jason. Tara looked back at Quinn with anger. Quinn began to panic.
"N-no… No! He's lying! I-"
His smile grew even further when Tara angrily smacked Quinn across the face. Tara stared down angrily at the shocked girl. Even Ethan said nothing but he caught the fear in his eyes. Detective Bailey was staying strong for his children but he also saw the fear in his eyes too. He knew exactly what he was doing. The same thing they did to Jason and Greg.
Planting the seeds and watching them grow.
Finally, he told Tara she should hurt her. He told her Quinn planned to personally torture Sam while Ethan planned to personally torture her. Tara's eyes snapped to Ethan who flinched but they returned to Quinn when he suggested they save him for later. She didn't respond but he saw her reacting to everything he said. Her right hand gripped the knife, shaking, but she didn't move.
She needed one last push.
So he casually told her Detective Bailey had plans for her too.
That involved more than torture and murder.
And like fireworks, her dark brown eyes instantly snapped to his wide eyes as she raised the knife he had given her and brought it down… Into his right thigh, extremely close to his privates. He screamed through the gag as blood left his thigh while Quinn and Ethan watched in shock.
But his eyes stayed on Tara's expression.
She had let go of the knife and took a step back. She was shaking. But she wasn't terrified anymore. She was angry.
Quietly, he asked her how that felt.
"I-I c-can't…"
Quietly, he asked her again.
Silence.
Once again, he asked quietly.
And finally, she answered just as quietly.
"Right…"
The Ghostface killer moved behind her and held her right wrist. He guided her hand back to the knife where she gripped the handle. He let go of her wrist.
He told her murder was always messy but it didn't have to be. He told her she could decide the pace. He told her she could make it quick or make it slow. He told her she was in control.
He told her to take control.
…
Nothing happened for a moment until Tara pulled the knife out as Detective Bailey screamed again. He watched as Tara pulled his gag down. But neither said nothing. He only stared at her, breathing hard. Tara only stared at him for a moment.
Before she stabbed him again.
And again.
And again.
Over and over, she stabbed Detective Bailey. She stabbed him in his left thigh. His shoulders. His stomach. She even stabbed him in his privates which caused him to scream the loudest. Piss and blood both pooled around under his chair. All in front of his children as they screamed, cussed, and begged her to stop.
But Tara didn't.
Until finally, she buried the knife into his right eye. Only then did Detective Bailey stop screaming. Only then did his children stop too. Detective Bailey's last moment alive was a painful one, soaked in piss and blood, with a permanent expression of pure pain.
And Tara?
He looked at the blood stained younger Carpenter sister to see her messy dark brown hair, dark brown eyes crying empty tears, her breathing ragged, and her body shaking slightly as the realization of what she's done became clearer every second that went by. He expected her to drop to her knees and she almost did.
Until Sam wrapped her arms around her blood stained sister.
Quickly, Tara turned her head in a panic only to relax again, or as much as she could, when she realized she was in her sister's arms. He caught the question look she gave her and the oldest Carpenter sister only nodded, not only her approval but praise. Tara let out a quiet breath and they both looked at him, waiting for his answer.
He told the Carpenter sisters and their soon-to-be victims the answer.
She passed.
So where to begin. I actually watched Scream 6 a month ago and wanted to write a fic but was really unsure of what to write. Honestly, I wasn't a fan of 5, I thought the killers were predictable and their reasoning was lame. Hell, 4 was better. But I ended up enjoying 6 more as a native New Yorker. My only complaint was how literally NOBODY DIED. The one that really did it for me was Chad surviving. I was fine with Gale surviving or dying after what happened to Dewey and Sidney being gone but that fake death with Chad was what did it for me. I like the idea of the core four but now it feels like they're just going to be invincible and everyone else is fodder. Which would suck. As for the story, I originally planned for nameless guy to be innocent and the Carpenter sisters to be the killers but decided Tara wasn't as murder happy as Sam was in both films so they is an AU where an unnamed Ghostface Killer and Sam are working together to bring her to their side. And as you can see... Yeah. I intended this to be a one shot but felt like ending it where I did because I'll be going into torture territory which I've never done. I don't mind writer dark fics but I kind of want a point to it all. Tara was the point and getting her to kill Detective Bailey was a start but obviously I ended it with it just being the beginning so this is a WARNING for the next chapter which will come tomorrow or the day after or later this week: Quinn and Ethan will not survive them lmao you have been warned. Until then.