Fuck You! (Scream 6 Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

Summary:

Gale gets a surprising call, Tara's dreams twist certain events, someone from the original movies returns, and Chad reminisces.

Notes:

Chad is so underrated.

Songs I Listened to while Writing:
In My Head - Mike Shinoda & Kailee Morgue
E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE - Corpse
my boy - Billie Eilish
Monster - Skillet
jealous girl - Lana Del Ray

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Gale's heels click against the pavement as she strides down the sidewalk. She makes sure to check her hair and fixes up the top button on her suit jacket. She puts a smile on her face as she grabs the handle of the black car pulled up to the front of the building. She turns around and makes sure to give a small wave bye to the young adults behind her. She gets a wave back from the youngest Carpenter sister, and then she disappears inside the car and closes the window. She lets out a sigh after giving the driver directions, frowning.

Another Ghostface serial murder was done and over with. Gale wonders how many more times she has to deal with this, or how long will this continue even if she no longer walks this earth.

Gale knew this latest one was not the end, even with Sidney not in the picture this time. The youngest Bailey family member's body missing made it certain to her that this was not over. Not by a long shot.

Gale knew she should do what Sidney has; have a family and lay low and completely avoid anything to do with Ghostface. But Gale doesn't feel like that life would fit her. She was Gale Weathers, and she was not about to let those kids (young adults, but they were still kids to her) handle anything like that on their own.

Her phone rings.

Gale startles, jumping a bit before she lets out a curse, "shit," and puts a hand over her chest. She takes a deep breath and reaches for her phone in her pocket. She finishes it out and collects herself. Should she even answer it? What if-

Sidney.

Sidney was calling her.

Tara glances across the blue-colored room, it was too foggy to see or think clearly. All she knows is that she is looking for something. Someone. She was looking for someone. The blue haze fades for a moment, and she sees the brown wood stairs in front of her, and when she turns to her right, she sees an archway that is connected to a living room. She walks her way over there, glancing down and noticing she couldn't even see her legs through the fog. She shakes off the uneasiness and grapes the edge of the arch, peering into the living room.

It was empty. But there was a movement to the left and when she looks, her breath is stolen from her.

"You're a whole course meal, man." Chad's voice sounded off like it was underwater or put through a radio.

"Shut up," Ethan laughed from where he stood in the blue-lit corner. Both men bathed in the blue light looked ethereal; their eyes glistening, and lips curved into smiles. Ethan with his sharp canines on display, one of his large hands curling around one of Chad's wrists, and his bouncy curls swaying with every movement of his head. Chad with his muscles and scars on display without a care in the world, his lips curled into a smirk and using his body as an instrument to display his emotions.

Ethan leans forward, but his dark eyes stare into Tara's from across the room. He whispers, "I think Tara needs your help," but the whisper had even reached Tara's ears. Her eyes were wide, frozen in spot as both men eye her. Her body felt at ease, and relaxed, and leaned into the frame, but her mind was racing. Something was wrong.