The Ghostface Killer's Warehouse, New York City

The Ghostface Killer threw Ethan's body beside his dead father's body and placed his chair with them too. He turned around to face Quinn who watched Tara with narrowed eyes but the youngest Carpenter sister only stared back uncaring. He then went to Quinn and pulled her gag down but said nothing as her narrowed eyes focused on him.

"You won't get away with this. Not them. Not you. My dad was a detective. They'll look for him. They'll look for us. And when they find out Richie was related to us and we went missing in the same city as those two bitches behind you, who do you think they'll come after." Quinn said confidently but he heard the fear in her voice the entire time. He still said nothing before he chuckled.

Then fully laughed in her face.

He ignored her scowl and told her she was right but she ignored one key detail. Her father was a detective. Who put many bad men away. And when they go missing, they'll find one of those bad men with their bed in his apartment with a costume like his. Mockingly, he then tilted his head and told her it's like what he always says about a suit - it's always good to own more than one of the same suit, you never know when you'll need it. He smiled evilly as the little hope she had left in her eyes died.

"I can help you! I'm better!" Quinn shouted. He heard a snort behind him but he wasn't sure if it had been Sam, Tara, or both. He then asked what about them killing her father and her brothers. She bit her lip and swallowed before she spoke again. "They were sick… Richie was always sick… Ethan was sick… And my father was the worst…" An actual tear left one of her eyes…

But he only laughed before turning back to Sam and Tara and telling them how much of a good actress Quinn was. Sam smirked and Tara laughed openly. He turned back to Quinn whose face was red from embarrassment. Mockingly, he asked her if she really thought that would work.

Finally, she broke.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU TWO BITCHES TOO! YOUR DADDY WAS A SICK FUCK, SAM. YOUR DADDY LEFT YOU, TARA! AND YOUR MOMMY DISOWNED YOU BOTH! YOU FUCKING CU-!"

He cut her rant off by grabbing her around the neck with his right hand. His grip tightened until her pale face began to turn purple, her eyes widened, and her mouth opened slightly letting out quiet strangled noises. He then told her that was really uncalled for. Especially since he took a liking to both.

He turned around, still squeezing Quinn's neck, and saw anger in both sister's eyes but softness when he turned to look at them. He asked them if they would like for Quinn to finally be punished.

"Torture that phoney bitch." Sam said angrily. Tara nodded her head in agreement.

Finally, he let go of Quinn's throat as she gasped for air. He went to the torture table and looked around before picking up the bucket of water. He returned to Quinn and asked his lovely assistants Sam and Tara to help him. Sam shook her head in amusement while Tara only gave him a look but they went to their victim. Sam knew what he had planned and took a cloth from the table and placed it on Quinn's face while Tara pulled her head back by gripping her hair. He then raised the full bucket of water and poured it over Quinn's frantically moving head.

After a few seconds, he stopped and Sam removed the cloth. Her face was still pale white and stained with small wet droplets of blood from her father and brother, her long strawberry blonde hair was a mess also stained with blood, and her tired bloodshot blue eyes were wide. She coughed and tried to speak before coughing more. Finally, she spoke.

"I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL FUCKING KILL-!"

Sam placed the cloth over her face again and he resumed pouring. Quinn tried to move her arms and legs as her body jerked and her head moved slightly but the rope held her in place and Tara's grip on her hair was enough to keep her in place. Her ghostface outfit was also stained with blood and wet. Once again, he stopped after pouring a little longer and Sam removed the cloth.

Coughing before-

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD! YOU FUCKING BEANER BITCHES! YOU FUCKING BEANER CUNTS! FUCK YOU-!"

Sam placed the cloth once again and he began to pour water again. Her body jerked more and her nails scratched the arms of the wooden chair while her legs shook. He stopped and Sam took the cloth away.

Coughing and-

"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE STOP! I WON'T TELL-! NO! NO! NO! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE-!"

Sam placed the cloth. He poured. And Tara held her violently shaking head back. A nail broke. Her legs shook violently. All that was heard was the pouring water and the gagging noise Quinn made. Finally, he stopped after pouring for half a minute and emptying the bucket which he threw to the floor. Sam removed the cloth and threw it to the floor too. Tara released her grip and Quinn's head shot forward, coughing and gasping for air, all at once.

Finally, the broken girl sobbed.

"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! WAIT! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!"

Quinn sobbed uncontrollably harder as he went to grab another bucket filled with water…

One Hour Later

"I think we broke her." Was Sam's uncaring remark to Quinn's current state.

The tied girl was completely soaked. Her wrists were red from the rope cutting into them from her struggling. Her skin was paler, her long hair was even messier, her droopy blue eyes were mostly red, and she was shaking from being cold. Her mouth was moving. But she didn't speak. She stopped after the fifth bucket of water.

"Let's see…" Sam suggested. She walked up to Quinn who flinched violently and words began to form from her rapidly moving mouth but none of them could understand her muttering.

"What was that?" Sam asked, just as uncaring as Tara.

"P-please… P-please… P-please…" Quinn whispered in fear, her eyes moving from Sam, Tara, and him repeatedly. He shared a glance with the two sisters before he shrugged.

He told her okay.

He tried very hard not to laugh at her wide eyes and opened mouth. He knew she was waiting for him to laugh. For any of them to laugh. But Sam was good. Tara was even better. The latter wasn't even part of the plan but kept a great poker face knowing there was no way in hell he was letting her go.

But there was the smallest bit of hope in her delusional eyes…

So he cut the rope holding her with the knife Tara used to kill her father and brother and took a step back. Sam and Tara did the same. Hesitantly, she stood while watching them… She then tried to run…

Before he swung a metal baseball bat from the table directly into her stomach.

He knew he knocked the air out of her lungs as her eyes bulged and her mouth opened letting out a faint noise… and she fell face first into the cold ground. He then handed Sam a metal baseball bat and Tara a wooden baseball bat. She tried to crawl away until he swung his bat down on her left hand, shattering the bones in her left hand as she screamed. Tara swung her bat down on her left leg, behind the knee, and she screamed again. Sam swung her bat down on her back and Quinn hit her head on the floor. He almost raised his bat again before he heard a quiet question from Quinn…

"Why them…?" Quinn asked quietly. He raised a hand to stop Sam and Tara and let Quinn continue.

"You knew… You knew what we were going to do… and you told Sam… She's a monster… Not us… Her father… Richie… Why…?" Quinn asked with tears in her eyes. He even saw the curiosity in Sam and Tara's eyes.

So he told them why. He didn't care who Sam's father was. It made things interesting but he didn't care. Not really. Neither his own parents were killers. And Richie, Detective Bailey, Ethan, and her did nothing to him. So why did he tell Sam instead of confronting them? Instead of joining them? Simple. Richie was a loser, a nobody obsessed with shitty B-movies. At least, the former Ghostface Killers had their reasons. But him? It wasn't resentment. It wasn't revenge. It wasn't a familial connection. It wasn't even fame. And it wasn't some shitty movie ideology. He killed because that's just who he was. And there were enough shitty people like her father, her brothers, and her that needed to be killed. He wasn't taking some moral high ground. He simply embraced who he really was. A killer. Like Sam. Like Tara. But her?

She was just another copy.

He swung his baseball bat hard which struck Quinn across the face, twisting her body in the direction of the swing. Teeth fell out of her mouth, scattering with blood. She coughed out more teeth and blood, her head hurting too much to scream. But he ignored her and looked to Tara with Sam also looking at her sister.

Tara's eyes met his own underneath his mask.

She said nothing but nodded. She walked over to him and swung her bat down on Quinn. Sam and him simply joined her. Purposely avoiding her head but breaking numerous bones throughout her body while she screamed in pain. When they stopped after a full minute, Quinn barely moved, having shielded her head from the beating.

Sam, Tara, and him shared a look and nodded their heads.

He went to the table and took some rope. He tied it to a metal support beam from the ceiling and made a makeshift noose. He forced the noose around Quinn's neck while she struggled weakly to get away.

He then began to pull.

Quinn's eyes widened and she screamed only for a moment before she was hanging. Her pale face turned purple once again. Her hands went to her neck as the rope cut into her neck. Her legs kicked wildly in the air. He fought against her movement and felt a pair of hands close to his own. He glanced left to see Sam pulling. He then felt another pair of hands close to theirs. He glanced right to see Tara pulling.

And they each smiled.

Quinn only struggled for almost three full minutes before slowly, she stopped. Her legs stopped kicking. Her hands fell along with her arms to her sides. Her head bent in an awkward angle. Her bloodshot blue eyes lacked brightness. And she simply swung from left to right and right to left.

Quinn died.

They released the rope, dropping her body to the ground. They waited a full minute for any sign of movement. They shared another look before his eyes stayed on Tara.

Slowly, he removed his mask and lowered his hood.

She already knew who he was. But this was his sign of trust. He held his mask out for her. Slowly, she took it and held it close to her heart while staring into his eyes.

He told her she passed the third and final test.

Six Months Later

The Ghostface Killer, Sam, and Tara's New Apartment, New York City

"Sooo… how do you all know each other again?"

A very awkward but annoying Mindy Meeks-Martin asked. She had brown skin, short curly black hair, and dark brown eyes. She sat beside her girlfriend Anika Kayoko who had white skin, long dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes.

Her twin brother, Chad Meeks-Martin, who also sat beside her said nothing but was clearly interested in the answer as he glanced between him and Tara. Like his twin sister, he had brown skin, short curly black hair, and dark brown eyes. He knew Chad definitely didn't like him around Tara.

Too bad for him.

"Sam and him met through group therapy." Tara said with a smile. Sam and him chuckled at their private joke while Mindy seemed unsure, Anika seemed amused, and Chad seemed annoyed.

But after they finished eating, he leaned back in his chair and rested his right arm on top of Sam's chair. She leaned a little into his touch which didn't go unnoticed. But what did go unnoticed was Tara placing her right hand on his upper thigh under the table. He knew Sam caught it but neither of them said anything.

They each had a part to play.

Sam and him were dating and moved in with each other after seeing each other in secret and Tara joined them for obvious reasons. No one suspected a thing. Sure, Detective Bailey and his children were found dead in a warehouse downtown in New York City but the suspect, a former inmate, had been caught and sent back to prison with Sam, Tara, and him in the clear. Besides, after all that, they needed a little vacation…

And the summer was a perfect time for murder…

The End?

So that's all for this story. I mentioned I had the idea of the Carpenter sisters killing the Meek-Martin twins but decided to limit the killings to the killers of 6. Anddd I kind of need to focus my attention on the two other stories I've now added besides this one that were meant to be longer. So this is the end of this story. For now...