Ghostface Corruption

Cold Feet?

*****1 month Before*****

Amber was soaking in her last few weeks of normalcy.

Before she blows up her town.
Her friend group.
Her life.

Amber and Richie had been running through their plot and any potential scenarios for months now.

They both felt confident in the entire scheme.
Richie felt certain of Sam's trust...and love for him.
Amber felt physically prepared for her attacks.

Mentally and emotionally...she felt unsure.

Her inner darkness was busting at the seams to fully take over.

Waves of excitement then guilt were on repeat for the last few weeks.

Her deepest fantasies were weeks away, which excited her.

Then she thought of Tara.

Her angel.

What if Tara did find out it was Amber?
Would she still love her?
Would she understand?

Amber was rolling the dice, and it was eating her alive to be unsure of the outcome.

However, Tara's mother had become increasingly more absent in her life.

Amber could see the emotional toll it was having on her.

And that's how she justified the plot.

Seeing Tara's pain and loneliness reminded Amber why she was doing this.

2 weeks before the first attack, Amber threw one of her parties.

Amber viewed it as a last hooray.
Because the real final party would end with most of her friends being dead.

With the party being in full swing, Amber decided to relax from her usual hosting duties.

She was currently seated on the couch beside Mindy.
Tara was in the back room occupied with a game of beer pong with Chad, Liv, and Wes.

Amber felt her phone buzz in her pocket.
Assuming it was Richie, she ignored it.

Tonight couldn't involve him.

However, after the 4th buzz Amber had to check in.

Of course, it was something stupid.

Richie had sent pics of the hunting knives that they would use in the coming weeks.

Amber quickly clicked off of the messages and put her phone away.

Mindy narrowed her eyes in Amber's direction.

"Are you cheating on Tara," she asked bluntly.

Amber's eyes widened.

"What the fuck?"

"Well are you?"