Chapter 6

"Sidney, where are we going?" Darren said taking his suitcase down the steps.

"I don't know, we may have to go into hiding," said Sidney.

"What about school? I still have to go."

"You will be, were just gonna be a few miles out of town."

"Are you sure that will stop the killer from finding us?"

"No, it won't stop him, it'll just slow him down."

"What does he want from us? Why does he want to kill us so bad?"

"I don't know why, every killer that revealed themselves had different motives."

"What do you think this killer's motive is?"

"I don't know, but for some reason I think it has 'us' written all over it."

"Why us? We didn't do anything wrong."

"It doesn't matter what we did, what matters is that there's a killer out there coming after us."

Sidney zipped up her suitcase and headed out the door with Darren following behind her. They both got into the car and drove off into the mysterious hills outside of Woodsboro.

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Dewey was in his office at the police station in downtown Woodsboro. He was looking over blood samples from the previous murders that happened. He was there until everyone left and then Gale came into the room.

"Hi, hows work?" She said coming over to kiss him.

"Not that well, this killer is really good at hiding their identity, there is no evidence left behind from the murders, it's like they were all stabbed by the wind."

"I think it's time you come home, you've been working all day."

Dewey agreed, he turned off his computer and right before he got up the phone started ringing.

"Do you mind if I take this phone call first?" he said.

"Not at all."

Dewey grabbed the phone and answered it.

"Hello?" Dewey said.

"Hello, Dewey," said the dark familiar voice.

Dewey froze almost dropping the phone.

"What is it?" Gale said.

Dewey didn't say anything, he was still holding the phone toward his ear.

"What do you want, why are you doing this?" Dewey shouted into the phone.

"Who says killers need motives? I got one, and that's to finish off anyone who crosses my path!"

"Well, maybe we can talk about it, there is no reason why you should be killing innocent people, let's just sit down and we'll just talk."

"What are you, some sort of therapist?" The killer shouted on the other line.

"No, I just want to know why you're doing this, I'm a police officer, you can trust me."

"Yeah right, if you caught I'll just be locked up for the rest of my life like all those other scum."

The killer suddenly hung up, Dewey put down the phone and looked at Gale.

"So, what he say," she said.

"I don't know, but I think we should get out of here."

They both started running towards the entrance of the police department until Gale's cell phone started ringing. She jumped in fear and then picked it up.

"Hello?" she said in a shaky voice.

"Hello, Gale, long time no see, it's been about a year since the last incident."

"Seriously, what do you want?" She said getting angry.

"Just like everyone else, to see what your insides look like!"

"Why don't you do something better with your time than kill people!"

"But if I did there would be no sequel."

The phone hung up again. Gale looked at Dewey and both of the expressions on their face were to get out of the building as soon as possible.

"Dewey, we have to leave right now!" Gale shouted.

They tried to open the doors only to find out that it was locked.

"Dammit!" shouted Gale.

"What do we do, now?" said Dewey.

"Something we should of done, call 911."

"How will that work, this building is the nearest 911 operation site!"

Gale hasn't thought of that, her body was starting to shake in fear, as was Dewey's, they heard something on the other side of the building which sounded like footsteps.

"Dewey, what was that?" Gale said in a high voice.

"I don't know, but I'm gonna investigate," said Dewey taking out his gun.

"No, Dewey, don't!" Said Gale hugging Dewey.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want you to get hurt!"

"I promise you nothing bad will happen to me," said Dewey.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, just stay here, call me over if something goes wrong."

"Stay safe." she whispered.

Dewey straightened the police hate on his head and help up his gun. He started by taking one small step at a time through the building, he didn't see anything but a bunch of computer workplaces and a coffee machine in the corner of the room.

"Hello?" Called out Dewey.

There was no answer. Gale was still near the entrance, she couldn't see Dewey anymore, Gale kept praying that Dewey would come back to her alive. Her entire body was stiff, until her phone rang again, which scared her.

"Hello!" She called out.

"You're husband's very brave for investigating."

"Just leave us alone, we didn't do anything wrong!"

"I can see him right, now!"

"Stay away from him!" Gale shouted into the phone.

"He's near the heater, that's where my plan begins."

"No! No!" Gale shouted choked up in tears.

Dewey kept searching his surroundings with his gun guiding where he was going. Dewey then heard the sound again of running footsteps behind him. He turned around real quickly with his gun.

"Gale!" He shouted to the other side of the room.

There was still no answer, he started to think that the killer was gone, Dewey's next plan was to get out of the building. Dewey knew he needed to get back to Gale so he started walking over until the mysterious ghost face killer came out of a utility closet. Dewey aimed the gun at the killer and shot, it missed. Dewey tried to shoot again only to miss.

"Dewey!" Gale shouted.

Gale heard the gunshots, she didn't know what she was thinking and started running towards the gunshots. Dewey was sliced across the wrist by the knife. Dewey screamed in pain and bent down, only to be sliced in the back, he fell to the ground as blood was pouring out of his back and wrist. The killer was starting to raise his knife above his head to kill Dewey until the killer got hit in the face with a police baton and fell down.

"Dewey," Gale said all concerned.

She helped Dewey up and they started running away towards a window. It was pretty convenient since they were on the first floor.

"We could get out through here," Gale said.

Dewey nodded, he was trying to resist the pain as much as possible.

On the other side of the room the killer got up and took a box of matches out of it's pocket. He lit one and put in the heater, after he did that he ran out of the room. The entire room practically exploded with flames.

"Come on, Dewey!" shouted Gale.

The fire alarms in the room were starting to go off as the burning inferno started racing across the room. Gale grabbed a chair and smashed it against the window. The window shattered into millions of pieces. She grabbed Dewey by the arm and jumped out the window, they both tried to run away as fast as they could. Once they got about three hundred feet away the entire Woodsboro police station exploded in the sky. Hundreds of dogs in the neighbourhood started barking while car alarms started going off. After they explosion they kissed.

"Come on, Dewey we have to get you to the hospital."

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Sidney and Darren were both on a couch which was located in a small cabin a few miles outside of Woodsboro.

"Sidney, when do you think this will be over with?" Darren asked.

Sidney stopped flicking through channel after channel.

"I don't know when, this will stop, one thing I do know is that the killer may be someone we know."

"Like who?"

"It could be some old friend or relative plotting revenge against us for no reason."

Sidney looked at the TV and saw that the news was on, her eyes bulged out when she saw Gale and Dewey on the news. She saw that they both escape a burning building.

"Come on, we have to go," said Sidney still staring at the TV.

"Why? Where are we going?" said Darren.

"Back to Woodsboro."