POV: You're Ghostface | Scream 2 (1997)

STAB

As I walked in, Mickey stood several people ahead, carrying his bag full of Ghostface gear, his perfect side profile on display. As I waited, I walked into the theatre, given a free ghostface outfit to go along with a ticket. It wasn't as authentic as the real thing, but I put it on anyways, just to fit in besides.

Besides, I didn't want to be spotted at the theatre. That's be a sure way to get me the top spot on the suspect list. College was tough enough as it is, studying just so I can get a half decent job. It'd be 10 times harder with a criminal record. Well, a criminal record isn't the worst thing — the jail time would more than likely be a big problem.

He would be in the toilets now, changing into his proper Ghostface cloak, dawning a proper mask and wielding a proper hunting knife, not the glow in the dark bullshit they were handing out.

I could see our targets now, two dark-skinned hotties dawning name similar to two original kills from the Woodsborro Massacre, Maureen Evans and Phil Stevens. Like Sidney's mother, Maureen Prescott and Casey Beckers (another original kill) boyfriend Steve Orth.

Sidney Prescott is our main target right now. It was Nancy Loomis who had pinned her as the main target. Not to mention she killed both the original Ghostface's. We were simply just going to finish what they started, while also avoiding death at the hands of the scrappy girl.

Me and Mickey are both in Film Class, along with Randy, another Ghostface survivor, also being Sidneys best friend. As much as I hate to admit it, he isn't exactly... unlikeable. But, he is still a target. 'Anybody who was at the Woodsborro Massacre is a prime target. Anybody in the way is just extra bloodshed.' Thats what Nancy told us.

Nancy had found Mickey on some serial killer website. Mickey and I have been friends for a while, and only became more than friends a few weeks ago, three weeks exactly after Nancy recruited him. Nancy, with money she got from god knows where, is now paying our tuition and was guiding us on the right path to execute this killing spree to perfection.

Nancy was smart in that way. She had been a mother — she knew how to get along with teenagers, knew how to care for others, knew how to guide others. She had been a mother. With no son to take care of, she had almost adopted us. It was like she was inviting us to be her kids, for us ans Billy to complete the Ghostface family tree.

I can feel myself zoning out again, constantly drifting in and out of reality as my thoughts take over my attention before I look at the victims.

A few minutes after Phil left, a certain someone returned with the same jacket but a Ghostface mask on. I could tell from his height and posture that this was not Phil Stevens — he must've been... taken care of.

No, this was Mickey Altieri. The new Ghostface, one of my other accomplices. The new Stu Macher. And our trio of killers were going to finish what Billy and Stu started — we were going to accomplish what they failed at.

With Billys mother, Nancy wanted to avenge her son, to kill Sidney with the same coldness that Sidney had to Billy. Mickey wanted to have his moment, to be like Cotton — have a public case aired on TV, to be wordshipped like a God — who is famous for being caught as a killer.

As I trapped myself in my own thoughts, I narrowly avoided zoning out when I saw movement flicker in the corner of my eye. I saw the shine of like reflecting off a metal blade, and I saw the red tint and the pleasing woman making her way through the crowd, towards the front of the cinema.

She received another stab before she got up in front of the screen, catching everybodys attention. I watched with great pleasure as the girl let out a desperate scream, before collapsing to the ground, eyes wide open stuck in a horrifying, yet somehow lifeless look.