Built For Sin (Scream 5)


Chapter 1

10 Years Later

Warren POV

Life's never really been easy for me, my mom says since I was born I didn't like people and I was unable to hide it, as I got older my anger only grew and so did the need to be violent.

Losing my dad only made things worse and to top it all off I couldn't talk to the one person I thought would understand me more than anyone, but since the car accident a few years back, Sam's memories we're missing.

I think part of her remembers him just like I do but refuses to accept it. I've accepted it. I used to think I was crazy whenever I'd get too upset or when I need him most he's there. He doesn't say anything, just watches me, with a pained look on his face.

After being kicked out of Woodsboro High, I ended up going to a preppy school that I honestly thought I'd hate, but they have Lacrosse, which I surprisingly ended up loving.

Only downside is people no longer being afraid of me, now they're always trying to be my friend or be in my face. Luckily my mom bought me some books on how to blend in better with people so they don't find me weird, since apparently not giving a fuck about people or their problems is a thing now.

I thought I was alone when it came to my issues and problems but when I followed my mom out to an abandoned creepy house one night I learned that was far from the truth.

I waited until she left after an hour to see a familiar man strung up like art, bleeding profoundly, each shaky breath he took seemed hard, his muscles looked like they ached and I couldn't be happier, since I knew exactly who that person was, he even begged me to set him free.

His pleas went through one ear and out the other as I smiled at him leaving him to a fate worse than death, my angry mother.

Years flew by and life couldn't be more darker and boring, I ended up falling into a routine.

Nothing excites me anymore.

That quickly changed when I met Riven Briggs, aka an old friend who lived back in California, the boy I met who used to chase me like a dog , he's definitely no longer a boy but definitely still a dog like a chihuahua.

I've tied in a bike race, he took one look at me and decided I was competition, to piss him off more, a girl he was flirting with, came to my side the moment she saw me but I didn't want her.

I could suddenly always feel his eyes on me and small irritated mumbles leaving him every time I happened to be near, it was weird. Normally I'd always threaten to break a bone or just stare at them long enough until they never look my way again but it's different with him. I fuck with him in my own way.

He ended up joining the Lacrosse team and for some reason we play really well together, we're always in sync, but people could notice the tension and would always add gasoline to the fire. I never really gave in just watched him as he rambled on in anger then when it ended I'd walk away.

That pissed him off which I loved, not sure why I liked getting a rise out of him but he's my entertainment.

He practically met my whole family and always speaks to them at the games in the most innocent way, like he isn't a devil under that persona but he helped me out with an incident when we were sixteen, that night changed a lot for us.. In a lot of ways.

Though we barely get along, he's the only real constant in my life, everyone else in my family is dealing with their own relationship or parental issues. It's been years and nothings better, we need to be together as a whole again but I wouldn't know where to begin.


10 Years Later

Third POV

Tara stood against the stove stirring a pot of chili as she texts her girlfriend Amber, trying to convince her to come over. The landline rang continuously but since the number was unknown to her she refused to pick it up. Warren walks down the stairs making Tara groan in annoyance.

"I barely entered the room," He says leaning against the counter.

"Go back to college," she tells him eyes on her phone distracted by the cute texts Amber sent that gave her butterflies.

"Why? So you'd just call and make me come all the way back, you know you miss me," he tells her in a knowing tone.

Tara rolls her eyes. "Plus you know I can't go back until they investigate what happened to those opposing team players," he points out twisting the ring on his right hand.

"Right, didn't they purposely try to take you out? I could've sworn I heard a bone break," Tara says recalling the crazy game, three players personally came at Warren during the game, tackling him hard, everyone thought he was injured badly, Tara was surprised how fast Riven threw down his helmet to check on him when she knew he hated him, but Warren got right back up playing like nothing happened.

After the game, all three players was found, ripped apart dead in the locker room.

"Did you do it?" Tara asks squinting her eyes at her brother.

"No, I'd need a better reason than that, people get personal in games all the time, that's just dumb," he shrugs telling the truth.

Warren roughly pushes her from in front of the stove dipping his finger into the pot, Tara groans pushing him back "gross who knows where your hands have been,"

"You don't wanna know," he teases just to mess with her before snatching her phone after licking his fingers. Tara makes a disgusted face trying to get her phone back. "Ooh planning a date night with your girlfriend,"

Tara snatches the phone back, "yes and before you get all protective she's coming here," Warren always had issues with the people she dated, with anyone his sisters dated really.

"Good, she's weird, I don't like you hanging at her house," Warren says suddenly, seriously crossing his arms. He never liked that girl since he found her out past curfew with Amber on top of her. Tara laughs, not taking him seriously, "why?"

"I don't have to explain myself to you, just stay away from her damn house," he snaps, grabbing his leather jacket out of the chair. "Where's Taryn?"

"Over Gabby's," Tara reminds her brother, Warren shivers in disgust at the thought of going anywhere near that girl.

"Eww, check in on her now,"

"Fine grumpy," she mumbles. Warren smiles happily before grabbing his keys out of the key bowl.

"I'm heading out, don't open the door, don't answer the landline, and call me if anything.." he starts to say, setting up the house alarm.

"Go I can take care of myself," she cuts him off, annoyed hugging him, he kisses her forehead before heading out the door.

The landline rings loudly again making Tara frown. She texts Amber about the unknown number who tells her to just ignore it, but Tara assumes since the number was blocked it could be her mother.

Tara picks up the landline, "hello?"

A familiar deep voice answers. "Hello, is Amara there?"

Tara's eyebrows scrunched in confusion as her mother hadn't been in town for a while. "No, she's not available. May I take a message?"

"Sorry, I'm a friend of hers from, group... Oh, shit." He responds, making Tara suspicious, she never knew her mom was in a group.

"From her shit?" She replies laughing.

"Look, just tell her I'm from group. I'm Charlie. She's got my number." He replies.

"She goes to your group?" She asks, confused.

"I shouldn't have...Just tell her that Charlie called." He says.

"I will do exactly that, Charlie, once you tell me what kind of group we're talking about. Is it AA? NA?" She wanted to know since her mom is a private person.

"You sound exactly like she describes you." He says piquing Tara's interest.

"She talks about me in group?" She asks surprised.

"I don't think I can really talk about that." He says

"What does she say about me?" Tara says eagerly wanting to know.

"She loves you very much." He says but Tara rolls her eyes knowing that's too easy.

"What does she love about me?" Tara asks

"She loves that you're creative, you love art and TV and movies." He lists making Tara smile.

"Lots of people love movies."

"Yeah, but she says you love scary movies and that you guys have that in common. She's proud of making a fan out of you." He explains, Tara smiled lightly actually believing his words. "She is?"

"Yeah, She told me the other day, she wonders... What's your favorite scary movie?" His voice lightly changes deeper at the end causing goosebumps to spread over her arms.

"My mom knows it's The Babadook. It's an amazing meditation on motherhood and grief." She explains.

"Isn't that a little fancy pants?" He says not liking the title she picked.

"Well, it's elevated horror." She replies.

"Uh-huh. What does that mean, Elevated horror?" He asks curiously.

"It's scary but with complex emotional and thematic underpinnings It's not just some schlocky, cheeseball nonsense with wall-to-wall jump scares." She explains.

"Sounds kind of boring to me, Have you ever seen Stab?" He asks, making Tara lightly tense. She's not sure why the mention of that movie made her skin scrawl.

"Once...at a sleepover when I was like 12, my brother banned me from watching them because he hates them." She explains moving the pot off the stove.

"You live in Woodsboro and you don't know Stab? Your mother loves that movie. She talks about it all the time in group." Tara shook her head lightly laughing. "I highly doubt that,"

"How well do you remember the original?" He questions as Tara leans over the counter.

"I don't know. I mean, it was super '90s. It was really over-lit and everyone had weird hair." She replies as she remembers going through her mom's class yearbook.

"Do you remember the beginning?" He asks.

"Not really." She replies but then it comes to her. "It started with a kill scene, right? They always started with a kill scene."

"Yeah, that's right. That's right. It's a girl at home, alone. She answers a wrong number and starts talking with the killer who makes her play a game."

"Would you like to play a game, Tara?..."

Tara's eyes went wide in fear as she quickly hung up the phone. She pulls her phone out making sure the alarm system is on, she lightly gazes out the window making sure no one is outside.

Tara goes to reply to Amber's message letting her know that she's fine but the landline rings loudly again making her jump breathing heavily.

Amber️

You should answer it.

Tara
How did you know my landline was ringing?

Tara gazes from the landline to her phone freaked out. The landline continues to ring as Tara texts Amber confused.

Tara
Amber?

Amber️ typing...
This is not Amber
ANSWER THE PHONE BITCH

Tara tries to control her breathing as she tries to dial for the police, she pauses seeing his next message.

Amber️

ANSWER THE PHONE OR AMBER DIES.

Not thinking twice she hurries toward the phone answering it. "This isn't fucking funny Amber,"

"I told you, this isn't Amber," his voice replies darkly, Tara receives a video message and clicks it.

"Amber's looking particularly fetching tonight. She really shouldn't leave her phone lying around for anyone to clone." He says as Tara gazes at her girlfriend unaware of the killer watching her.

"What do you want?" She asks shakily, she texts her brother 911 as the killer's words ring through her ears.

"I told you, I want to play a game. Stab movie trivia, three rounds." He announces You call the cops, she dies You get a question wrong, she dies. Her parents aren't home. I can be in that room in 15 seconds." He explains warningly.

"You want a warm up question?" He offers making Tara panic.

"I told you I don't know these movies! Ask me about something I do know. Ask me about It Follows. Ask me about Hereditary. Ask me about The Witch." She begs into the phone but the killer ignores her.

"In the first Stab movie, what Woodsboro native was introduced as the franchise's main character?"

"Sidney Prescott," she replies quickly "It's Sidney Prescott and she lived on Elm." She adds sniffling.

"Correct. You see, you're gonna do great at this. Okay, question one..." he starts but Tara cuts him off.

"No, I got that one right. It should count." She says.

"Anyone could have gotten that one right, Sidney's in every movie but the last one. Question one: Who wrote the original book that the Stab movies are based on?" He questions.

Tara thinks hard before remembering, "The chick from TV!"

"The chick from TV" is not gonna cut it, Tara." He mocks.

"Gale Weathers! It is Gale Weathers, you motherfucker!" She says breathing in relief that she had the answer.

"Correct. Amber might live to see the sunrise. Question two: Who played the dumb bitch at the beginning of Stab 1? who answers the phone and gets carved up by the killer?" He asks Tara bites her tongue.

"Fuck you! "she yells in anger into the phone.

"Is that the answer you're going with?" He asks. Tara rushes trying to search for the actress.

"A non-answer counts as a wrong answer, Tara. Time's running out. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock..." he mocks evilly through the phone.

"Heather Graham!" She rushes out finally finding the actress on google.

"Correct! You pulled that one out, Now for the final question: Who was the killer in Stab 1?"

Tara screams out finally knowing the answer. "It's Stu Macher, He was.. He was.." she freezes in fear and confusion as memories surface, a goofy laugh, a loving smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Tara, but that's just not correct," he answers with fake sadness in his voice.

"What?" she questions, her heart dropping to the pit of her stomach.

"The correct answer is Billy Loomis and Stu Macher. There are two killers in the original Stab." Tara bites her tongue feeling stupid, how could she forget about Billy Loomis.

"I'm afraid someone's got to die now," he says, holding up a sharp knife to Amber's window. Tara shakes her head in horror as she runs grabbing a knife. "No, no, no. Amber, I'm coming." she didn't care what she had to do, she wasn't letting them touch her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." She runs to the door, opening it she screams as she comes face to face with Ghostface.

He slices at her stomach cutting her deeply, on instinct Tara punches the killer in the jaw making him reel back, she rushes to close the door slamming his arm into it, she roughly pushes the door closing it, she pulls out her phone her hands shaking from fear as she activates the alarm system.

"The police are on their way, asshole!" she yells holding her wound.

"All systems disarmed," the home system unlocks the door making Tara cry out trying to lock it back, the killer plays some sick game with her by unarming the system every time she arms it.

It finally stops, Tara backs away in tears trying to catch her breath. The phone rings loudly again making her jump with the knife in her hand. "Hello?" she answers.

"Bonus question, Tara." his dark voice rings through the phone making her cry harder. "Please stop."

"Do you think I made it inside your house before you could rearm?" he asks before grabbing onto Tara and stabbing her through her stomach.

He pushes her to the counter and goes to stab again but Tara swings around punching him again, he quickly recovers grabbing her hair and then slamming her to the ground.

Tara cries out trying to crawl away but the killer tugs on her foot, she turns kicking him back, making the killer angry he raises his boot up slamming it hard on her ankle.

Tara screams out in pain, as the killer turns her around and tries to stab her but she throws her hand up causing the knife to go through it, she screams again, she fights back harder kicking him with her good foot causing the knife to rip out her hand as the killer fell.

She quickly turns and tries to crawl away as fast as she can as the killer slowly rises stalking her like prey, the police sirens echo loudly causing her to fight harder and reach for the patio but the killer pulls her back.

He stabs twice through her back causing more screams of agony. He flips her over raising his knife high ready for the final kill.

"No no no," she cries

Before he could swing down he's roughly tackled, into the glass table. Warren punches the killer twice knocking him unconscious. Warren groans, biting the inside of his cheek before roughly pulling the killer's knife out of his side, he throws it down running to Tara's side.

"Sis?" he whispers, gently pulling her into his arms, he puts his ear close to her mouth trying to make sure she was still breathing. He sighed in relief when she was.

The police barge in heading for the living room, Warren turns to point to the unconscious killer but he turns to the killer nowhere in sight.