𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐄, sam carpenter

eight

short note before the chapter starts:
i changed some lines and certains scenes, so please don't wonder why some parts aren't exactly the same as the movie.

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Abby tip toed, making her way to the entryway but found no one there, instead she heard a commotion going on in the kitchen instead. Sam's grunts as well as Sidney's.

staying as quiet as she can, she stretched out her arm with the gun, aiming it forward incase the killer - Amber or whoever - was there.

suddenly, Abby whirled around hearing Gale grunt out loud and the door open. before she knew it, a knife plunged straight at her bandaged stomach area. she cried out in pain and the gun fell out of her grip, she was now face to face with Amber herself. "you fucking, bitch! i had a feeling it was you.", Abby grumbled, still gasping from the overwhelming pain. Amber chuckled, "i guess you would've been a great detective if you didn't drop out."

"fuck you, Amber.", Abby exhaled before Amber pulled out the knife, causing Abby to stumble to the archway leading to the kitchen, her body weak from the sudden movement of the weapon. "fuck!", she muttered, trying to catch her breath as she pressed on the wound to stop more blood from coming out.

"come on, bitch!", Amber yelled, yanking Abby the same time she shoved Gale to the chair.

Abby was pushed and fell to the ground, wailing in pain as she hit the cold tiles, staining it with her own bloody torso and hands.

"fuck you Richie!", Abby yelled, seeing the man who she knew was the killer the whole time. "i fucking knew it!"

"aw, too bad cause you won't be able to live long enough to tell the police it was me.", Richie laughed darkly. Abby grunted, grabbing a hold of the counter and leaning on it while placing her hand on the bleeding area.

Sam spoke up, looking at Richie with pure despise, "you did all this just to make me the hero of your fucked up movie?"

"sweetie, you're not the hero.", Richie cooed in a sarcastic voice. "you're the villain. the daughter of Billy Loomis who sees fucked up visions of her dead dad. Sidney Prescott killed your father. you... did all this just to get her back to Woodsboro."

"and to top it all off... you have the perfect accomplice.", Amber squealed in excitement, still pointing the bloody knife towards Sidney. she turned to face Abby,

"Abby, just as psychotic as your father back in the day."

"what?", Abby was confused and lost, her blood loss making it worse for her to process everything going on.

Amber gasped dramatically, "oh, i forgot... you don't know who your dad was since."

"mom said he left after Wes was born.", Abby said, regaining back her breath.

Richie chuckled as she shook her head, "no, no, see, that's the part you're wrong. that's Wes' father that left when you and Wes were kids."

"you wanna know the reason why you and Sam are so perfect for each other?", Amber asked. Abby looked at Amber, her heartbeat pounding inside her chest. Amber sighed with a satisfied tone,

"Billy ans Stu's daughters, following the legacy of their fathers."

"what?!", Abby exclaimed in shock.

Richie comtinued for Amber, "your mother kept it a big secret after the massacre in 1996 so that she could still chase after her dreams of becoming a sheriff."