Scream the Pheonix: Wrath and Sloth (Male Reader insert)

Part 6: Screw your Pass!

*Gory descriptions

Woodsboro High School: A couple hours later

The call just came in. Getting word of the attack in the bathroom, Dewey immediately gets out of his car and heads inside as a news reporter talks about the mask that's been worn by almost everyone on school grounds.

In other words, it wasn't very hard for the killer to sneak around. Heck, he was probably walking around all casual, with the costume on in broad daylight.

The best Dewey can do right now, is investigate the bathroom for some kind of clue, but the killer clearly isn't stupid, this was in part of whatever plan they have. He came here for a reason, why?

Before he can theorize any more, Dewey catches someone jogging over to him. He quickly identifies her as Gale Weathers. Great, he can't handle press questions very well. Please, don't actually be trying to talk to him.

"Hi!" She waves in his direction, dang it. "Gale Weathers. Field correspondent, top story?" Dang it, out of every reporter that wants to talk, it had to be here.

"I know who you are, Miss Weathers." He informs her as he takes his shades off. "How's the eye?"? He jokes at her expense.

To her credit, Gale keeps the polite expression on as she smiles. "It's... productive." She glances towards the school, taking notice of his path. "Is there a problem on campus?"

"No, everything's under control." He states in his best professional voice.

"Well of course, you're here." Gale flirts. Great, wonderful, that's just making it more awkward than she thinks.

"You're not supposed to be here." Dewey tries dismissing the reporter.

"I know." Gale admits with a chuckle. "I should be in New York, covering the Sharon Stone Stalker but... who knew!"

Dewey sighs. Yup, like always, the Weathers are all stubborn individuals, now he has to know how'd her parents felt. "You look awfully young to be a police officer."

The deputy looks at her offended, what's that supposed to mean? "I'm twenty-five years old." He mentions.

"You know, in a demographic study, I proved to be most popular amongst males eleven to twenty-four." Gale shares in a.... interesting tone. "I guess I just missed you."

Okay, definitely flirting. Play it cool Dewey, you can't fall for her tricks. "Course, you don't look a day over twelve." Don't know if that sounds creepy or not, but... "Except in that... upper torso area."

Goodness gracious lady! Why are you already going there!? "Does the force require you to work out?" Gale inquires.

Dewey snaps out of his thoughts to answer. "No ma'am." He responds with a smile. "Because of my boyish good looks, (which don't exist) muscle mass has increased my acceptance as a serious police officer." Nailed it.

Thankfully, deafening sound of the speaker coming on interrupts the conversation. "I need your attention now kids." The principle's voice rings out. "Due to the recent events that have occurred, effective immediately, all classes are suspended until further notice."

The teens cheer and high five each other in celebration of the recent news. "The Woodsboro police apartment has issued a city-wide curfew beginning at nine-a-clock... tonight." The teens all boo.

With that announcement out of the way, Dewey takes that as his cue to leave. But much to his disappointment, Gale continues to follow him past the police blockades which are there for a reason!

"Looks like we have a serial killer on our hands." Gale comments behind him. Dewey quickly puts on a straight face as he turns to face her.

"Well, 'serial killer' is not really accurate." Dewey notes, unaware of the additional body inside. "Gotta knock off a couple more to get that title."