Scream Bitch

Stab Three

Parents of kids from McKinley High were called, emailed, and messaged, telling them school would be closed for two weeks after Tina Cohen-Chang's death. Some parents decided to take their children out of school permanently and resorted to homeschooling. Tina's loss was a tragic awakening for everyone, knowing that the world seriously wasn't as safe as some would claim it was.
Sure, Rachel's death destroyed people that were surrounded by her, but nothing compared to losing two teenagers barely twenty four hours apart.
Finn, Brittany, Santana, Kurt and Mercedes all sat in Quinn's living room. Her parents were currently out of town for the week, so Quinn kept apologising for the house's mess, despite the fact that the house was still awfully tidy, especially compared to everyone else's houses.
"Excuse the mess." Quinn repeated.
Every time she said that, her friends would raise their eyebrows and mouth to each other, 'What mess? Am i missing something?'
"We need to figure out what's going on. One by one everyone in the glee club is being popped off. I mean, who knows who's next!" Mercedes stated.
"We need more law enforcements at the school." Finn angrily said.
Everyone else agreed with him, but would the cops?
Quinn sat beside Kurt and Santana. "Maybe if we put in enough complaints they'll have no choice but to have more officers at the school."
"True. What about after school, though? Tina was attacked on her way home. The way i'm seeing it, we're not safe anywhere." Kurt said. He chewed at his fingernails while seated on the couch.
"I don't want to die." Brittany cried.
"This is bullshit. Whoever's behind these killings are making us live in fear. Auntie Snixx will come out if they don't stop and she'll put an end to this." Santana declared.
All of a sudden, Mercedes piped up, catching everyone's attention.
"Did the news come out and say what was written on the paper that was found in Tina's mouth?"
Everyone looked to one another, seeing if anyone had heard anything, but after no one mentioned anything of hearing any news, they all slumped down into their chairs.
"Do you think it was a racist remark?" Brittany asked.
Santana snorted a laugh, "Ha! If it were a racist comment the news articles wouldn't have hesitated to include it, yet if it were a white person, they wouldn't even bother. Same goes with drugs being found in someone's system. They'll mention it if you're of colour, but if you're not, they won't say anything..."
"Santana's right. Unless it was a warning? then i don't know what else it could be." Quinn spoke up.
The room fell quiet as everyone tried to think it over. Finn went onto his phone and started scrolling the news articles, then came to a stop and went completely pale.
"Uh, guys. I might know what was written on the piece of paper." He said.
Everyone jumped off their seats and surrounded their friend. He flipped his phone around and showed everyone what was there.
'Asian girl, Tina Cohen- Chang was brutally murdered yesterday evening on her way home from school. Police found a note in her mouth that was unable to be released to the public up until now.
'Ghostface' was written on the paper. we're unclear of what it means, unfortunately. -
"Ghostface?" Brittany lifted her upper lip at the name.
"Is that what the person calls themselves?" Kurt wondered.
"They're a fucking lunatic, they don't deserve a title." Santana glared.

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William McKinley's school principal found himself in a conference with all the other teachers of McKinley High. They all sat at a long table, paperwork set in front of everyone while they all sipped away on coffee.
"We need to figure out what to do. Our school is going to shut down if parents keep taking their kids out of school." The principal said.
"Principal Figgins, with all due respect. I think parents have the right to transfer their kids. Two kids have already been murdered here." A red head said. She had eyes like a deer in the headlights.
"Emma Pillsbury, we need the money." Principal Figgins said.
Mrs. Pillsbury nodded. She wasn't entirely on board of trying to keep kids at a school where they didn't feel safe- heck, she was a teacher and she didn't even feel safe. Principal Figgins looked around at all the teachers' faces. He never thought there'd be a serial killer hunting students at his school.
"If any of you find anything on the case, you need to go to authorities straight away." Principal Figgins declared.
A teacher who was sightly on the heavier side, with short curly dark brown hair leaned forward so she could get a proper look at the principle.
"If we really want kids and parents to feel safe at this school, then we need to have police officers surrounding the school premises; school hallways, classrooms, and even in the cafeteria."
Principal Figgins nodded. He agreed, but that'd also cost money, and the school was always running low on a budget.
An hour passed and Figgins was finally able to agree that they needed more protection when school opened up again. All the teachers' stood up and said goodbye to one another as the conference meeting came to an end. Mrs. Pillsbury and Will. Schuester walked into the hallway, meeting up with their friend.
"Shannon!" Mrs. Pillsbury called out.
The slightly overweight teacher turned around and shook her head when she saw her friends.
"I can't believe it took so long before he finally agreed to have officers surrounding the school." Shannon said.
"What did these kids even do?" Mrs. Pillsbury wondered.
Tears started welling up in the trios eyes. It was a hard reality to come to terms with. No one had expected to lose two children in less than twenty four hours, and let alone have a murderer roaming around carelessly attacking one by one.
"I don't know, but whoever it is, they've got some serious explaining to do." Mr. Schue firmly said.

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A few days later principal Figgins was walking around his house, a bowl in hand filled with soggy cereal. He walked into his lounge-room and came to an immediate halt when he saw an unfamiliar person standing in his lounge-room, facing the opposite direction. Slowly, principal Figgins backed away and quietly ran down his hallway into the nearest bathroom, where he then shut and locked the door.
He placed his cereal down on the bathroom counter and quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket. He punched the numbers '911' into his phone.
"911, what's your emergency?"
Principal Figgins covered his phone and mouth with his hand, so the person in his house wouldn't hear anything.
"There's someone in my house. I need police, now!"
"Where's the person in your house?" The operator asked.
"In my lounge-room."
"Where are you?"
"My bathroom. Are the officers coming?" Principal Figgins anxiously wondered.
"They're on their way. I want you to stay on the line with me, okay?"
Principal Figgins was breathing heavily into his palms. When all of a sudden he took a deep breath and remained as humanly still as possible. Whoever was in his house was currently dragging their feet across the floorboards, slowly walking to principal Figgins bathroom.
A loud scratching sound rung through principal Figgins ears, as whoever was on the other side of the door slowly ran their knife along the door. The knife pulled away and the person behind the hooded attire started jiggling the doorknob. When nothing happened they forcefully tried opening the door.
"I know you're in there." The person said. They had a calm tone, and a voice principle Figgins didn't recognise.
"Sir, what's going on?" The operator asked.
"They're at my door." Figgins quietly whispered into the phone.
Loud banging came at the door, startling Figgins. He jumped back and ran to his bathtub, hiding behind the curtain.
Before he knew it, the door was being bashed in and the person who was on the other side, stepped in. They looked around the bathroom then looked to the bathtub. They slowly edged closer before forcefully pushing the curtains out of the way. They were met with a cowering man in a fetal position in the bathtub.
"Please don't hurt me!" Figgins shouted. "I-i won't tell anyone you were here!" Tears poured down his face.
It seemed as if the offer was considered by the hooded person. But then they grabbed Figgins by the scruff of his shirts collar, aggressively pulling him out of the bathtub. Principal Figgins pleaded for his life, though nothing seemed to have worked. He was thrown onto the ground, almost bashing his head on the bathroom counter. He backed himself into the wall, trying to get away from the hidden person.
The human behind the disguise cocked his leg up, whipping principle Figgins in the jaw- a loud cracking sound escaped Figgins face. His jaw had been broken.
Tears gushed down his face, as he looked up at the person who clearly didn't have much of a heart.
Principal Figgins moaned, not able to let any words form.
He found himself being thrown back again, as he got kicked in the face, once again. Once the hooded person had had enough of beating Figgins up, they leaned down, looked the fairly injured person in the eye, brought their arm to the side and in a split second, slipped the buck 120 into the side of Figgins head. There was still some breath in Figgins, so he used that breath and the little strength he had to move his hand to the mask of the person, quickly tearing it off them. He was completely astonished to see who it was. But he had no strength to speak, or to ask why. All he knew was, he was looking into the eyes of a numb person.
Principal Figgins' eyes started to roll into the back of his head, while his eyes slowly shut.
The person placed their ghostly mask back on and grabbed a handful of blood that was dripping from their victims head. They stood up with the blood in hand and starting smearing it all over the bathroom mirror.
The person took a step back and admired their work, before quickly running out of the house. Just as they ran out the back door, cop cars started pulling up, sirens blaring the neighbourhood.

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Everyone at Quinn's house continued to stay seated on the couch. They were all currently quiet. No one knew what to say, yet they all wanted to be in each others presence. The sun was starting to go down, and the teenagers were too distraught to even stand up off the couches to turn a light on. The T.V was on, practically on mute, but with the silence that was in the room, the teens found themselves being able to hear it almost perfectly clear.
Kurt practically jumped off his seat and pointed to the television.
"Look! Turn it up." He ordered.
Brittany turned the volume up and they all listened to what was being aired.
'A new murder victim has been found not too long ago. Principal Figgins of McKinley High was severely beaten up and stabbed in the side of the head. On the mirror in the bathroom, where the crime took place, was a word written out in Figgins' blood.
'GhostFace'. We're to believe that that is what this serial killer has named themselves.'-
All the teenagers looked to one another.
"What the fuck is happening?" Santana demanded.