About 20 minutes later, the ambulance came and sure enough Vince was hauled into a stretcher and taken to the hospital. Everything around him seemed to happen so quickly as he felt the nurses inside attaching him up into their machines. It was while he was lying down in the stretcher waiting for them to arrive at the hospital that Vince really thought of what had just happened.

I can't believe I let them get me like that, am i fucking stupid? Answering the call when a masked killer is out to get me, Randy's probably rolling in grave about now.

Then he frowned, and thought of his mother.

Mum's gonna be so upset getting that phone call huh, "Hey Leslie, know how you've always been paranoid that a ghostface copycat is gonna go after your son? Well it happened. Ugh, I should have just gone home the moment I left work, I could have easily found something to do at home. Now look at me.

Sure enough, the ambulance finally made it to the Springwood hospital, and as it did, the stretcher that Vince was on was lifted out of the car and being driven in through the hospital doors. Everyone seemed to be talking all at once, and yet none of them to Vince, who at this point had let his mind drift to elsewhere, thinking of what he was going to say to his Mum when she would get here.

It's as they are going through one of the hallways that Vince really looks around a bit and he sees them.

In one of the door archways, he saw Sam and Richie talking to each other about something. He didn't know, but as he passed on the stretcher, Sam saw he noticed him first and could read what her lips said: "Vince?"

Vince didn't say anything as Sam sort of rushed over, with Richie clumsily following behind, holding a bit onto the stretcher as she did. "What happened?"

Vince opened his mouth to say something, but even that exhale brought with it a twinge of pain where he had gotten stabbed at.

"Attacked…" He croaked out, "Killer…"

That was all he could get out before they nurses drove him off, and Sam and Richie disappeared from view where he was taken into one of the emergency rooms

They check in case of more wounds and when they don't find any, they treat him for about 2 hours, all of which were incredibly painful, not as much as being stabbed, but enough that Vince was shaking the whole time. They prodded and stabled the wounds shut with different muscles as they kept checking his blood pressure, before finally putting his right arm in a cast . And, once it was all done, they moved him into his own room, where a certain sheriff was waiting for him.

Vince frowned as Hicks sat in one of the chairs, standing up as Vince was being pushed him,

"Vince Schneider," Hicks says, eying Vince up and down in a way that all too familiar to him. Vince narrowed his eyes slightly at her as the nurses left,as they did he caught a glimpse of two cops standing outside.

"Hicks," He said dryly as he moved over to the hospital bed and sat down.

"Gonna need you to tell me everything that happened tonight."

"Fine by me."

And Vince began to give his account of what had happened, all the while he could see Hicks eyeing him up and down as she wrote what he said.

"So you got any leads so far?" Vince asked genuinely, "You know, traced a phone number?"

"Phone goes back to Amber Freeman's number, must have been cloned," Hicks says, not even looking up at Vince as she passed him back his phone, "So you tried to pick a fight with a minor…"

Vince opened his mouth to say something, but then he glared at her, "Pretty sure that altercation has little to do with me getting shanked tonight. Unless of course you think Chad or those fuckers had anything to do with it."

Judy looked up at Vince and gave him a look, "If you're trying to say my son has anything to do with this, I would advise you to keep your head down."

Vince rolled his eyes, here we go again. "No one said it was your son Hicks, just you."

"You know you seem oddly chatting with someone who just got attacked, you seem oddly chatty."

"And you seem to be doing everything but give me any comfort about catching this guy," Vince gave Hicks an icy smile.

"We will, and maybe then you and your mother can finally leave town for a while, finally give this town some peace of mind for once."

Vince's eyes squinted and glared right at her. "Hey, leave my mum out of this, she'd done nothing to yall and you treat her like shit. Especially from you."

Judy stared at Vince for a moment, before she sighed, "I think that's about it, get some rest Vince."

She then got up, and without looking back left the room, leaving Vince by himself on the bed. He laid there for a few minutes, picking up his phone and unlocking it. immediately he was met with at least 20 messages from his mum:

"Hey when are you getting back?"

"Vince?"

"Vince, are you seeing these?"

"Call me when you see these"

"Vince I got the call, omg I'm coming to the hospital now. Oh my god."

Immediately, Vince felt his stomach turn slightly, not out of sickness but of guilt.

Sure enough though, after about 5 minutes, the door flung open and standing in the doorway was Leslie. She looked visibly shaken, dried tears down her cheeks as she stared at Vince. Her gaze softened as she rushed over to him. "Oh Vince," was the first word she said to him as she engulfed him into a hug. Vince wrapped his arms around her tightly.

"Oh my god, are you ok?" She asked after a while as she pulled away slightly.

"Yeah, nothing broken at least," Vince explained, "The doctors said I need to stay here overnight."

"Oh thank god, When I got that call.. I was so worried that…"

"Mum," Vince said, looking at her reassuringly, "I'm ok, I'm alright. There's nothing to worry about now."

Leslie nodded, but it did nothing to remove the tears from her eyes, her blue eyes, just like his.

"Have you called Dewey?" Leslie asks, wiping her tears slightly. Vince said nothing at first, looking over at his phone and to his contacts. At the top was Dewies number. He should know what happened, Vince thought as he stared at Dewey's number.

But then he thought of it before. No, not just yet he thought and he put his phone next to the bedside table.

Just then, the door swung open gently, both Vince and Leslie turned their heads only to see Sam's head poking out of it.

"Hey, she says gently, "Mind if we come in."

"Yeah sure," Vince says, straightening himself up on his bed as Sam enters the room followed by Richie.

Vince then looks over to his Mum and Sam.

"Umm, Mum this is Sam Carpenter, I went to school with her," Vince said.

Leslie's eyes lit up in recognition, as she went ip and shook Sam's hand.

"Oh, Sam, Hi, how are you?"

"Alright as I can be."

"Yes, I'm sorry to hear about Tara.:

"Yeah…"

"Umm, I'm Richie," Richie introduces himself as he too shakes Leslie's hand.

"Alright, I guess I'll leave you three alone," Leslie says, going up to Vince and gently putting a hand on his shoulder, "I'll just be out in the waiting room ok."

"Yeah ok Mum."

Leslie tried to smile, but it looked grim almost as she slowly made her way out of the room, taking one last look at Vince before shutting the door.

"How are you doing?" Sam asks.

"Alright as anyone who's been stabbed can be," Vince joked dryly. Sam doesn't smile as Vince continues, "Called me while I was taking a piss, then they got me…"

Vince wondered then if he should have said more, that he should tell them about what the killer had said, Vince Macher. But it still made his skin crawl as he looked at the both of them for the first time, and all of a sudden a strange sensation came over him. That maybe, just maybe the person who attacked him was standing right in front of him.

Sam looks over at Richie with an almost frightened look, as if she was trying to figure whether she should say something or not.

"So you're not the only one then…"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"I got attacked tonight too, at the hospital…"

"What?" Vince raised his voice in alar, his breathing quickened slightly as Sam looked from Richie to Vince.

"I got a call before, whoever it was that…"

"Cloned Amber's phone?" Vince finished and Sam looked surprised, "Yeah, Hicks already filled me in."

Vince could see a bit of irritation in Sam's eyes at the mention of Hick's name.

"So, I guess Hicks was giving you a hard time as well?"

"Pretty much," Sam shrugged.

Vince let out a dry chuckle, "I guess she still can't give us any sympathy even when the killer wants us dead huh."

Sam didn't laugh, but Vince did see a smile form on Sam's face and the two sort of just stared at each other for a moment.

"Umm, seems like the killer didn't hit you anywhere too vital," Richie interrupted, notioning to Vince's arm, "Pretty lucky huh?"

Vince let out another dry chuckle as he sort of crossed him arms.

"I mean, can we really call them the killer if no ones been killed?"

Sam looked like she was contemplating something while Richielooked almost annoyed at the joke, to which Vince quickly added, "Well, they're not very good at killing people. It's a good thing."

Sam sort of nodded, "We should probably let you rest."

"Yeah, We'll see you later," Richie agreed.

"Okay, stay safe," Vince said and sort of waved to them both as they left. Shortly after, Leslie came back in.

"Hey, how was it?" She asked, sort of looking in the direction.

"Yeah it was fine. Sam was also attacked here in the hospital."

Leslie let out an inhale and looked genuinely shaken as Vince quickly added, "There's way more security. We should be fine for the night. I'm sure of it."

Leslie let out a sigh as she sat down in one of the chairs.

"Do you need anything?" She asked.

"I'm just really tired," Vince admitted, "I kinda just wanna sleep for a bit."

"That's perfectly fine sweetie," Leslie said, and she moved over and flipped one of the lights off. Vince laid back down on the bed, putting himself under the covers and just laid there.

"Goodnight Mum. Love you."

"Love you too sweetie."

And Vince laid there for a second, only looking back up to see the silhouette of his mother in the chair, breathing gently. She's gonna get dragged into this somehow, he thought to himself, why does this keep happening to us.

That was the last real thought Vince had before he shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The nap soon turned into a deep sleep as the next morning, with the help of Leslie, Vince was discharged from the hospital, under strict instructions to take pain medication and to keep an eye on his injuries. Leslie was there helping fill in the paperwork, as Vince sat around in the waiting room. I should go see Tara, he thought and he went over to him mum, "Just see Tara for a second," He whispered to her. Leslie gave him a look, but then nodded as Vince headed in the direction of Tara's room.

It was there that he saw two police officers standing guard around the area. Both of them approached Vince.

"Sir, is there a reason why you're here?" One of them asked and Vince stopped,looking over at the door to Tara's room.

"Visiting my friend," Vince answered honestly, "She's on this floor."

They looked him up and down, and then to his cast, which Vince noticed.

"I'm not hiding a knife in here ok?" Vince jokes, holding his casted arm up and sort of laughing. The officers didn't laugh and Vince put his arm down.

"Alright, but you'll be supervised," One of the officers said and Vince just nodded as he made his way to the door. He knocked.

"Not talking to you Sam!"

Vince said nothing for about 10 seconds before replying, "Not Sam."

Vince then went in where Tara was sitting up in her bed, looking confused a bit as Vince walked in, followed by one of the officers.

"Oh Vince," She started, looking a bit embarrassed, and then she saw her arm, "What happened to you?"

"Guess who also got attacked last night."

"Oh my god."

"Yeah, luckily that's all they did, plush my stomach. But that's about it. Luckily there was people around."

He then went and sat down on one of the chairs, "How are you holding up?"

"Alright, Need better pain killers though."

"Yeah well, hopefully whoever it was that attacked us is gonna get caught soon."

Vince stared at the ground for a second, "Are you and Sam-"

"Don't talk about her please," Tara snapped, "I'm-... I'm just don't wanna talk about her right now."

"Alright," Vince said, sort of rubbing his hands together before he stood up and walked over to Tara's side.

"Listen, I know that we weren't very close and that your friends practically all hate me, but if something happens or if you need someone to talk to who isn't your sister then you call me," He then handed Tara his phone. She seemed to understand what he was trying to say as she quickly added her number and gave it back to him.

"Thanks." Tara smiled.

"Yeah, well, I better get going, I'm supposed to be discharged about now," Vince said rather sheepishly as he made his way to the door.

"Vince!" Tara called.

"Yep?"

"I think… I think they may have misjudged you…"

Vince let out a small chuckle.

"Maybe…"

And then he left

Sure enough, once Vince returned, Leslie had finished with the paperwork as one of the cops instructed them to take the back exit, as apparently there was a massive crowd of new anchors outside waiting for answers on last night's attacks.

So sure enough, Vince and Leslie were led out the back way by one of the officers, which Vince was thankful it wasn't Hicks, he knew for sure she would have found a way to criticize him and his mother, and if she had he knew he would probably have found some way to get himself arrested.

The officer escorted them to Vince's car, and once they were inside, the officer returned back to the hospital.

"How'd you get the car back?" Vince asked as Leslie started the car.

"The police had it for a bit to get fingerprints and photos, once that was done they returned it to me."

Vince just nodded as Leslie drove them out of the parking lot. Sure enough, there was a large crowd of reporters taking pictures and doing reports right out the front door, and once some of them caught sight of Leslie driving, they all seemed to rush over to take photos and ask questions.

Leslie went too fast for them to actually get any good photos and Vince could see tears in his mothers eyes. He frowned, he remembered how the media and townsfolk had treated her during the last murders. The questions, the accusations, the mob of reporters wanting answers; "Where were you that night? Did your son have anything to do with this? Does the apple fall far from the tree in your family?"

He knew then what he had to do, as Leslie eventually drove up onto their driveway and stopped. She said nothing for a minute, wiping her tears and neither did he.

"Ok, Vince started to get out, "I'm gonna just check and make sure no one's been in the house," Vince Told her. Leslie began to protest.

"Vince you can't I can do it, your in no shape-"

"Just stay in the car, ok? I'll call for you when it's safe to come in."

Leslie stared at him for a moment, fear apparent on her face as Vince got out of the car and quickly made his way to the front door. He put his ear to the door, listening in for any sounds. But it's just silent.

Yeah, that's what the killer wants you to think.

Vince then pulled out his keys to the house and unlocked the door. He slowly pushed the door open and went inside. He seemed almost more aware of everything, as he looked around. He moved quickly towards the kitchen where he grabbed the biggest knife from the knife block to defend himself. He held it out clutching it tightly as he made his way through the first floor. He opened every door and checked every crevice that someone could be hiding in, the curtains, the closet door, behind the couch. Everywhere he could think of. And when he did he made sure to stab the area.

But there would be nothing there.

Once he had finished the first floor, he descended onto the second one. He held the knife as steadily as he could as he made his way through the bathroom, then his bedroom and then finally his mother's room. He made his way to her closet, opened it and began to stab repeatedly into the clothes. He did this for a few seconds when he was sure enough that there wasn't a killer hiding in there and then made his way through the rest of the room.

And sure enough, there was no one there. No killer in the house.

He went over to the window where he could see the car parked.

"All clear Mum" He yelled and he could see his mum open the car door and poke her head up.

"You sure?" She yelled back.

"All good, no one's been in the house."

Leslie let out a sigh as she made her way into the front door. Vince pulled his head out of the door and briefly left the room and stood towards the stairs where he could hear his mum talking.

"I never wanted this day to come," She sounded like she was in the kitchen putting stuff away, "I thought we were safe, it was going so well."

Vince stared down at the stairs, to the kitchen, he had thought about it back at the hospital, and now they had sunken into him as he heard his mother talk.

If the killer knows who I am, then they know who my Mum is. She'll get attacked, she'll be targeted and she'll be killed if she stays.

He then slowly moved back into his mum's room and opened the closet, pulling out one of the suitcase inside and threw it onto the floor. It made a loud thud which Vince ignored as he began to pull out his Mum's clothes right next to it.

Leslie must have heard because he could hear her coming up the stairs.

"Vince? Is everything ok?"

Vince didn't say anything and heard his mother's footsteps quicken as she ran up and stood in the doorway of her room. She looked down at Vince who by now was beginning to fold some of her clothes into the suitcase.

"What are you doing?"

Vince didn't know where to start, he couldn't look up at her, so his eyes kept stuck to the clothing as he put it into the suitcase.

"The killer, last night…" Vine started, as he kept going he felt like he was running out of breath when they called me, they called me Vince Macher, Mum."

He looked up at her at that last bit and her eyes seemed to dilate a bit. With those few words she seemed to have understood what he was talking about.

"They know Mum. They know who I am, and I'm pretty sure that they know who you are too."

He then got up and went into one of the drawers and pulled more clothes out, Leslie followed him, tears streaming down her eyes.

"What… what does this.."

"Look, the killer is gonna do whatever it takes to get under my skin, hurt me in anyway possible and hurt anyone that is associated with me." He then looked at his mother right in the eyes, the sight of her disheveled face almost broke him. He didn't want to say what he was going to say, but he had to, for her sake.

"You can't stay here…"

"What?"

Vince then shut the suitcase and picked it up, carrying it with him downstairs. It was this that had made Lesliefinally click and she came thundering down their stairs.

"No! No, Vince you can't!" She started as Vince carried it downstairs, "Please, You can't do this, please."

"I need you to take the car-"

"Vince, I'm not leaving you!"

"-And drive as far as you can from Woodboro."

Vince then put the suitcase right near the front door as he went back upstairs to his room, Leslie kept following him, the tears now streaming down her face.

"You can't expect me to leave you here while there's a killer on the loose!"

"You will, there's no other way about it," Vince said, trying to keep his voice from trembling as he went into his room and into the drawers and pulled out a stash of cash, at least $5000 and hands it over to his Mum, "This should do you enough for food and gas."

"Please, I'm not leaving you here," Leslie grabbed Vince by the arms tightly, shaking him slightly, "Please just come with me."

"If I go with you, then the killer will follow and we know how that will end up," Vinceslightly shakes his mum off as he leaves his room and goes back downstairs. Leslie follows him.

"Please," She sobbed, "I can't lose you to this, I can't lose anyone else. I can't leave this place again and know I'll never see you again. I don't wanna leave unless you come with me."

Vince's lip trembled as Leslie just wrapped her arms around him tightly.

"Please don't make me do it," She sobbed into his shoulder..

Vince feels a few tears coming down his face, he had seen his mother like this before when he was younger, when his grandparents were still alive, when the last murders happened. Throughout all of his childhood, he had seen her breakdown just like this, but never in front of him.

It almost made him want to go with her.

But…

"Listen," Hesaid, his voice cracking, and he pulled his mum away so she could look at him, caressing her head as he did, "I'm going to do whatever it takes to make sure whoever attacked me is dead or arrested."

"You can't stay here by yourself" Leslie wellowed.

"I know, I know," He said reassuringly as he wiped her tears, "That's why I'm gonna stay over at Dewies."

"Dewey…" Leslie sniffs.

"Yeah, and he's gonna make sure that nothing happens to me."

"Hmm."

"Listen, when this is all over," Vince said, "We're gonna move from here, we're finally gonna leave this shitplace for good. And we're gonna be ok."

Leslie stared at him as he smiled at her.

"Ok…" She breathed.

"Alright?"

"Yep." Leslie nodded.

"Ok, good."

Vince then led Leslie back to the front yard, grabbing the suitcase as he did and helped her put it in the back seat, along with some other utensils.

When it was all done, Vince handed Leslie his car keys.

"Alright then."

"Hmm."

"Listen, I will call you once its confirmed they caught the killers or they're dead."

"Alright."

Vince then walked over and engulfed his mother in a hug. She did the same, wrapping around him tightly.

"I love you," She sniffled.

"I love you too."

They stayed like that for a little while longer before Leslie pulled away, and for a split second, Vince didn't want to let her go.

But he did as she got into the driver's seat and started the car. Vince could see there were tears in her eyes as she waved at him.

That seemed to finally get to Vince as tears started to come down his face as we waved her goodbye.

Then, she pulled out of the driveway and then she was gone.

Vince just stood there, watching her go. He wanted the image of his mother in his mind to last a little bit longer. He couldn't tell if that might be the last time might see her.

No, I'll definitely see her again. I'm gonna stay alive to see her. I'm not gonna be a burden to her anymore.

He then wiped his tears with his sleeve and went inside up to his bedroom.

He pulled out a duffle bag in which he began to throw in a few change of clothes in no particular order, as well as a toiletry bag for good measure. Once he had zipped it up he carried it with him to the front door, where he locked the house up. Vince stood there for a bit longer, letting it all sink in.

Then he turned and looked at the driveway. It wouldn't take that long to get to Dewies trailer, at least with a car that is.

Better start walking. He thought and he began to make his way away from the house and down the street.

There's a few odd looks he gets from onlookers on the street as he passes, but he doesn't really care. I mean of course if the killer tried to attack him it would, but that thought alone felt silly, as if the killer knew where he was 24/7

He kept walking, and about halfway to Dewies house, he found himself stopping again as he once again laid eyes on the Woodboro cemetery.

If it had been any other day, he would have just stared at it and moved on, unless of course it was the anniversary of Sidney Presscott's murder, which he had frequented many times during his teen years.

But after what had happened last night, he knew he would have to go over there. Pay him a vist.

So Vince turned his heel and headed in the direction of the cemetery.

He knew exactly where he was going, as he passed through the rows of gravestones,, his eyes lingered on a few names: Casey Becker, Steve Orth, and a little further along there was Kate Roberts and Jill Roberts, which had been smeared in red paint as per usual.

But those weren't the grave Vince was looking for, or at the very least going in the direction of.

If anyone had been following Vince that day, they would have been very stumped as to why he had stopped in this seemingly empty plot, with no gravestone at all, just a rock with an "S" carved into it.

That is because where the rock was placed was where Stu Macher was buried.

Vince had come here many times as a teenager with his friends, when of course the gravestone was still there and on the anniversary of the original Woodsboro massacre, would come and vandalize the gravestone, sometimes with paint, sometimes with some food that they had made in cooking times, and at least one time Vince had purposely made himself sick just so he could throw up on it.

Naturally, they moved the gravestone, and everytime they did Vince would find it and vandalize it. But that was just it, they moved the gravestone, they never moved the body, and Vince had left a rock there as a sort of marker. So no matter how many times they moved the gravestone, he would always know where he was.

He stopped just a bit over the rock and stomped his foot down at least twice before he spoke.

"Hey.."

There was silence.

"So um, you finally caught up to me.." He then laughed to himself, "Funny, it only took you 25 years. Must be pretty proud of yourself huh you piece of shit."

No response came as Vince stared at the ground. He wondered if Stu's body was looking at him, and what kind of expression he was making.

.

"Whatever…" He turned to leave, and then a thought came to him as he turned around and looked at the marker.

"Watch me, This time I'm actually gonna make it to the end. Unlike you."

He then turned his heel and left, leaving the grave and the cemetery behind, and back on track to Dewey's trailer.

Once he;'s finally there, he just stares at it for a bit, before he goes up to the front door, and knows hard against it.

"I already told you I'm not interested in helping you!" Dewey yells from inside, startling Vince for a second.

Someone must have already been here huh.

He chuckles a bit at the response, "Oh come on, I don't come here that often."

A few seconds later, Vince could hear rapid footsteps approach the door as it swung open. There stood Dewey, a look of surprise on his face as he saw Vince.

"Oh, it's you." He says.

Dewey then looks at Vince's arm.

"I can guess why you're here."

"Would there be any other reason?"

Dewey sort of smiled, he hadn't seen him do that in awhile, at least not when he's watching Gale's morning show.

Dewey then moves a bit so that Vince can come in. And Dewey shuts the door.