Chapter 3: Prank calls
A/N: Grab some tissues, this one is a tearjerker. Sorry for a little late update. I have been trying so hard to finish a single chapter for Scream 3. Unfortunately for me, I am having the worst writers block right now! I'll keep updating for this part. For now, I'll keep trying to write for S3. Thankfully for you guys S2 is finished and ready to be uploaded all together. Should I make you guys wait a week in between for a new chapter, or go ahead and update it all? Leave a vote and a lovely review. Enjoy the Scream.
Disclaimer: As always, this all belongs to the late, Wes Craven, may him rest in R.I.P. Also, to Kevin Williamson, for writing these awesome movies. All I own is, Tiffany and her parents.
"You weren't supposed to go in the garage, Tiff."
"You left me to die!"
"I had no other choice."
The ghost-face mask replaced Stu's face in front of me. Sitting up in bed, taking a gasp of air, I try to catch my breath. No, the nightmares are back. I guess after seeing that mask again, brings those back to you.
Finally, getting my breath back, I get up and walk to the girl's bathroom. I go to the nearest sink, looking into the mirror, I looked pale and dripping with sweat. I turn on the cold water and splash some in my face, I dried off my face with a paper towel.
Why, why is this happening again? To me! To us! I thought by moving away from, Woodsboro, would get away from all that. No, it had to follow us all the way, fucking here! The door opens, my neighbor walking in. We smiled at each other, and I left the bathroom. I could feel her eyes on me.
Opening the door to my room, my phone was ringing. Sighing I walk in, looking at the caller ID it said, "Unknown." Looking at it confused, I flipped my phone open.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hello, Tiffany." An all-unforgettable voice says at the other end.
"How?"
"I have my ways."
"What do you want?"
I tried to hide the fear in my voice but wasn't sure if I was convincing enough.
"You'll find out soon enough."
"Really, is this how it's going to start? That's so original. What was last night then, why didn't you kill me when you had the chance?"
My head was pounding now, but I ignored that.
"How's the head?" He mocks.
"Stop pretending like you care." I snapped.
"Oooh, feisty. I like that from a woman."
"Fuck you!" I shouted. "Don't ignore my question."
He laughs.
"I'm not intending to kill you, only Sidney."
"Then, what's your plan with me?"
"If I tell you, then where's the fun in that?"
Click.
"Wait!"
Like he would've heard me after hanging up the phone. I jumped, as the phone rings again. Without thinking of looking at the caller ID, I automatically assumed it was him.
"Look, you asshole!" I shouted.
"Good morning, to you too."
"Randy?"
"Yeah, who else would be calling you? Well, besides your parents and Dewey."
"Sorry Randy, rough night."
"Wait… Did the killer call you."
How does he know everything?
"Why do you ask, did he call you?"
"No, just the way you answered the phone."
"Yeah sorry, no, just a rough night."
I sit on my bed.
"How's the head?" He asks.
"Minor headache. What are you calling for?"
"Is she coming?"
I heard Dewey in the background.
"Are you with Dewey?"
"Yeah, we're at Baskin Robins. We were going to discuss possible suspects. Wanted to see if you would like to join us?"
"Sure, give me fifteen, and I'll be over."
"Alright, see you soon."
"See you."
"Tiff, are you sure you're, okay?"
"I'm fine, Randy. I'll see you in fifteen."
I quickly just threw on some basic clothes, skipped the make-up entirely and, brushed my hair and teeth. I grabbed my keys, phone and pepper-spray. Baskin Robins was the number one hotspot for college students to grab lunch off campus. I should know, I go there to get away sometimes.
I finally get there, looking around it was its normal business.
"Tiff, over here."
I look around and notice Dewey waving me over, Randy standing next to him, watching the television. I walk over to them and gave Dewey a hug.
"How's the head, kiddo?"
I smile.
"Little headache, nothing major."
"Want something to drink or eat? My treat."
I did order a vanilla milkshake.
"Hey, Randy." I walk up beside him, giving my attention towards the television.
"Hey." He mumbles.
"So, tell us about this part you're getting rave reviews for?" The interviewer lady asked.
"Well, I play this girl named Sidney Prescott who finds out that her boyfriend is this psycho killer who also killed her mother the year before." Tori Spellings explains.
"So, what kind of research did you do for this part?"
"Well, I read the book..."
This is my first time seeing anything about the "Stab," movie. Well, I can't stay totally away from it, as Randy brings it up, every once in a while.
"I cannot believe, they get Tori Spelling to play Sid, and they cast Joe Blow nobody to play me. Ashely Laurence to play, Tiff. At least Dewey gets David Schwimmer. I get the guy who drove the stagecoach for one episode of Dr. Quinn." Randy complains about the cast.
We managed to find a table.
"This is Tori Spelling in the new movie: Stab"
They play a scene from the movie.
"Billy, what are you doing here?" Tori Spelling asks, the actor who is playing Billy.
God, this is all deja'vu. It's like seeing a dead guy standing.
"I'll wait for video."
I look at the television and seen the interview was over.
"Okay, let's get down to business, the way I see it, someone is out to make a sequel, you know, cash in on all of the movie murder hoopla, so it's our job to observe rules of a sequel. Number one, the body count is always bigger, number 2, the death scenes are always much more elaborate, more blood, more gore, carnage candy. Your core audience just expects it. And number three, never..." Randy starts to name the rules of a sequel.
"How do we find the killer Randy, that's what I want to know!" Dewey snaps him out of it.
"Well, let's look at the suspects. There's Derek, the obvious boyfriend, hello Billy Loomis! His knife cut missed every major vein and artery and he pitied on Sid."
"Of course, he pitied on, Sid. They are dating." I argue for the hundredth time.
"Exactly my point. Why, are you defending the guy?"
"I am not defending him. Are we seriously doing this again?"
"Knock it off. Focus you two."
I breathed in and breathed out, taking a drink of my shake. Dewey returns to the subject at hand.
"So, you think it's Derek!" Dewey was stating, not asking.
"Not so fast, let's assume if the killer or errs has half a brain, he's not a Nick at Nite rerun type of guy, he wants to break some new ground, so forget the boyfriend thing, it's tired. Who else do we got?"
"There's..."
I didn't want to say his name, but…
"Mickey." I bring up, finishing for Dewey.
"The freaky Tarantino film student. But if he is a suspect, so are we." He jesters to the two of us. "So, let's move on."
"Yeah, we know that's not a possibility." I tell him.
"Well, let's not move on. What if you, Randy, are a suspect?" Dewey asks.
"Well, if I'm a suspect, you're a suspect!" Randy points out.
"You've got a point, ok, let's move on to..."
"Hallie…" I hesitated.
"Sid's roommate. Typically, serial killers are white male."
"That's why it's perfect! It's sort of against the rules but not really. Mrs. Voorhies was a terrific serial killer, and there's always room for Candyman's daughter. She's sweet, she's bad for your teeth." Randy speaks up.
"Come on guys, these kids are your friends. Who do you think is the killer?" He asks, Randy.
"How about Gale Weathers?" Randy questions.
"Gale?!" Dewey asks, dumbfounded.
"A killer!?" I laughed a little.
"Why not?" Randy asks.
"Well, she is vicious." Dewey comments.
"She's an opportunist. Isn't it conceivable she's planning her next book? That's what reporters do Dewey." Randy said.
"Nah, Gale's a lot of things, but Gale's no killer." Dewey defends.
"Look, just cause you're sweet on her..."
"No, I'm not."
"Come on, this is me talking here, Randy, the unrequited love slave to Sidney Prescott, I know all about obsession and pain." Randy says.
Huh, I guess my theory about him towards me, was wrong?
"And you got your love scar to prove it."
Randy pulls his collar down to show his scar.
"And so do you, I mean, what's up with that limp cause you were stabbed in the back."
"Severed nerve."
"Rude, dumbass." I slapped his arm
"Look, Gale's no killer."
"Okay, alright then, but if she's not a killer, she's a target."
"We all are." I mumbled.
They both looked at me with confusion and concerned. 'Shit, they were going to found out sooner or later.'
"The killer called me this morning."
"What!?" They both yell out.
Causing some close by people to look over at our table.
"What the hell, Tiff?" Randy questions.
"When?" Dewey asks.
"Right before, Randy, called me."
"That's why you answered the phone like that." Randy puts two and two together.
"What did he say or want?"
"Oh, he apologized for attacking me and asked how my head was." I say, sarcastically.
"Come on, Tiff?" Randy urges.
"Fine. He only told me that I wasn't the true target, that he was only after, Sidney." I tell them.
"Did he say, why?" Dewey asks.
"Yeah, he really told me everything."
"Okay, got me there."
"Are you okay?" Randy asks.
"It was just a phone call, I'm fine."
Dewey's phone started to ring. He picks it up.
"Tiffany," I look towards Randy. "Please tell next time when that, bastard, calls you."
I could tell he was worried for me. Even the look in his eyes, seem so genuine. Was all he said about, Sidney, just a joke? Someone clears their throat. We look over at Dewey, who had a look, 'what's going on,' type of look.
"Gale wants to meet outside. Care to join us?"
I look back at Randy and noticed how close our faces were to each other. We both pulled back. I know I was getting embarrassed, as I felt my face heating up.
"Yeah, totally let's go." Randy states, grabbing his jacket and starts walking towards the door.
I turn my attention to Dewey.
"What was that?" I knew that look on his face.
"What was what?"
"Come on, Tiff. You like him don't you?"
I looked at him with a ridiculous look.
"Of course, I do, he's my best friend."
"You know what I mean."
"You two coming outside or what?" Gale asks, popping her head in.
Thank God, saved by Gale Weathers again.
"Yeah, coming."
I quickly got up, left the building, with the other two behind me. Walking around campus, we were coming with theories of who the killer might be. Dewey was getting tired, as we stopped under a tree. Gale takes out a cigarette and lights it. Mph didn't know she smoked. Not surprising, as I can imagine her job is stressful. During this, Gale's phone was non-stop ringing. It was getting annoying.
"So, let's just assume that the killer or killers are planning their next..."
Her phone rings. Again.
"Hello? I'll have to call you back."
"Well, that doesn't make sense, Sidney wasn't killed in Woodsboro." Dewey says.
"Well, at least not for a lack of trying. The killer is trying to finish what was started." I said.
"Well, it was under her protection right?" Gale asks, as her phone rings.
"Hello? Tell Bob, I'll call him back!"
"When did she start smoking?" Dewey asks.
"Ever since those nude pictures on the internet." Randy explains.
"Internet photos?"
How does this man know everything.
"It was just my head; it was Jennifer Aniston's body!" Gale explains. "Look, there were more victims: Tatum, my cameraman, Himbry..."
I look up at Dewey, knowing the mention of his little sister, made him a little uncomfortable.
"Now hold up for a second there, I don't need to be hearing about some dead cameraman."
Who was this guy? He was a skinny, African American, early thirties something. I'm only going to assume that he was, Gale's new cameraman. If he was smart, he would run right now.
"Listen, I am a verb away from vacating these premises. I'm gonna get some coffee, doughnuts, Prozac, see if I can find some crack, Special K of Malcolm X, and I'll be back when you all start talking about something more Saved by the Bellish."
Whoa, tense there?
"He seems a little tense." I say.
"Don't worry about him! If the killer is trying to copycat, who's next?" Gale asks, waving off her, cameraman.
"I wouldn't copycat any killer; we all were involved in Woodsboro." Dewey explains
"So, what do you want to do about it, bonehead? Just want to sit and see who drops next." Gale says, getting annoyed with him.
"Well, I don't know,"
Gale's phone rings again.
"Bonehead!"
Gale's phone rings again, but Randy snags her phone out of her hand and answers.
"Gale's not here!" He shouts.
"It's him" Randy mouths to us.
"Who?" I asked.
Please, tell me its not who I think it is. Please!
"The killer, he can see us."
Shit! We start looking around frantically. How the hell can he see us. Every other person is on their phone. Who could it be?
"Just keep him on the phone." Dewey tells him.
I looked at him like he was crazy.
"What do you want me to say?" Randy asks, panicking.
"I don't know, just keep him talking. Tiffany, stay with Randy. Come on Gale."
They both take off in the other direction of campus. What is he expecting us to do, tackle any person who is on their phone?!
"What?" I look at Randy.
He was still holding the phone to his chest. I pointed the phone at him, luckily he got the point to keep the killer talking.
"Uh hi, what's your favorite scary movie?" He asks.
"Really?" I whispered to him.
He shrugs he shoulders.
"What do you care? Let them have their fun. So, what's up?" He asks again.
Come on Randy.
"Showgirls, absolutely frightening!" He really did hate that movie.
I see a girl close by on her phone. I run towards her, grabbing her phone from her.
"Hey!" She yells.
I look at Randy, he shakes his head at me. Crap, I feel really stupid for doing this.
"Sorry." I said, handing her phone back.
"So, what's your favorite scary movie? The Dorm that Dripped Blood, The House on Sorority Row, Graduation Day? Ahhh!"
Why does he keep asking that question. I should know the killer isn't going to answer his question, he never answered mine. I kept searching for the asshole who is toying with us. I probably searched five different people, so far nothing.
"Fuck you!" I hear Randy shout.
I turn around and he seems really pissed.
"Oh, so let's redirect a moment's I'm so original?" He asks.
I'm getting so frustrated with all this. He is just toying with us at this point. Why, is this so hard to figure out?!
"Why copycat two high school loser ass dickheads? Stu was pussy ass wet rag, and Billy Loomis, Billy Loomis, what the fuck?! What a rat looking homo repressed momma's boy! You wanna be one of the big boys, Manson, Bundy, OJ?"
I noticed someone down the road, walking towards us. He sees me and starts to turn the other way. Before, he got too far I was able to grab his phone from him.
"Randy?" I talk into it, keeping an eye on the guy, who is giving me, what the fuck look.
"Jerry?"
"Uh, sorry man."
"Bitch."
I hand him his phone back, instead of throwing it to the ground. He walks away and I run my hands through my hair, wanting to rip it out. I look towards where I left Randy, he wasn't there. I look around and he wasn't anywhere insight. I spot Dewey and Gale going towards the van. I ran towards them.
"Where's Randy?" Dewey asks me.
"We were right here. I turned around for one minute and I can't find him."
"Randy!" Gale yells.
"Randy!" Dewey and I shout after.
My heart was racing, and I was starting to panic.
"What's going on?" Gale's cameraman came back, holding a box of donuts. "Hey, who broke my window?!"
We turn around and the window was shattered. Dewey opens the van door, Randy was lying inside, blood all over his shirt. Gale screams, the cameraman passes out, Dewey takes Gale away. From first glance, Randy, looks dead. I noticed he blinked. Oh my god, he's still alive.
"Oh shit, he's alive!" I shout.
I climbed in, trying not to hurt him. I looked down and noticed one of his stabs and just pushed pressure onto it. He groans in pain.
"SOMEONE CALL, 911!" I screamed out.
Dewey comes around the van, noticing Randy isn't dead and takes his cell phone out.
"Yeah, I'm Deputy Dewey Riley. I'm at Windsor College. A student has been stabbed multiple times, send an ambulance, immediately!" He shouts into his phone.
He hangs up, stepping into the van and helping with Randy's wounds. He grunts again in pain.
"Randy, please stay with me. Please." I beg towards.
"Help is on the way, man. Just hang in there." Dewey encourages.
"Tiff." Randy grunts out.
"Save your strength. Just keep your eyes on me."
I could feel tears stinging in my eyes, I tried to fight them back. I wanted to stay strong for Randy, not to scare him. His eyes were starting to close.
"Hey Randy, stay with me. Keep your eyes on me."
He opens his eyes, only about halfway.
"Randy, stay with us." Dewey encourages.
"Where's the God damn ambulance!" I shout.
"Its on the way, stay calm, Tiff." Dewey says.
I was trying so hard to stay calm, but my best friend could be dying right now. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes tightly and looked back at Randy. Looking at him, he looked so pale, and he had a look of fear in his eyes. I smiled at him, remembering a stupid memory.
"Hey, remember the summer before eighth grade, when we went to the swimming pool and you had this huge crush on, Camile Cannington. When we saw her at the pool and you wanted to show off by doing a front flip off the diving board."
I looked to see his reaction, nothing. But I had his attention, I could still feel he was alive from the slight rise and fall from his chest.
"I got her attention for you, while you got up on the board. You went to jump off it, instead you slipped and did a hard belly flop into the pool. You should've seen her reaction, it was priceless."
He smiled slightly, wanting to laugh. He groaned out in pain again.
"Sorry, I just need you to keep your eyes open, okay?"
Finally, I could hear sirens loud and clear.
"I'll wave them down." Gale says.
I didn't look up, I kept my eyes on Randy, as he kept his eyes on me.
"What do we got?" Someone asks.
"Randy Meeks, nineteen years old, multiple stab wounds in the abdomen." I hear Dewey explain.
I could tell someone else replaced his spot from the corner of my eye. Someone else's hands replaced Dewey's. Randy started to close his eyes again.
"Randy, stay with me please. Come on, open your eyes."
"Ma'am, we need to assist him." A woman's voice says.
"I'm not leaving him." I said sternly, looking at the paramedic.
"Tiff, they need to save Randy." Dewey reached his hand towards me.
"I'm not leaving him." I said sternly again. "Randy, look at me."
He's getting weak but he did opened his eyes slightly.
"Ma'am, you can ride with him, as soon as we get him into the ambulance."
I looked up at her, then towards Dewey.
"Let them do their job." He says.
"Stay with us, okay?" I tell Randy, before stepping out of the van.
I carefully climb over him and hopped out of the van. The woman is quickly putting a collar around his neck, got an IV in him. I looked down at my hands and noticed they were covered in blood. Randy's blood. There was so much. My hands were starting to feel sticky. How blood could dry so fast is beyond me.
"Tiffany, they are getting ready to go."
I blinked rapidly and looked up to see they had gotten, Randy, into the ambulance. I rushed over to them, hopped into the ambulance and place myself on the right side of Randy. Weakly, he reaches out his hand towards me. I quickly take it, giving it gentle squeezes.
"We'll meet you at the hospital with, Sid."
I was sure that was Dewey who talked, but I was so much in a haze, I wasn't sure. The ambulance bay doors closes, the sirens came to life, and we were driving off towards the hospital. While I held onto my dying best friend's hand, all I kept thinking was, whoever the killer was, I am going to make them pay, if the man I love, dies.