Fuck You! (Scream 6 Fanfiction)

Chapter 11

Summary:

Ethan runs into an old enemy, Chad gets a call, and Mindy has to face another dilemma.

Notes:

pspsps come get your Ethan content.

Enjoy a longer chapter than normal!
(most chapters are around 2k words, this one is 3.5k)

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this chapter contains graphic depictions of violence, skip this chapter if you cannot read that.

The adrenaline rush that coursed through his veins was almost too much to handle.

Ethan holds the blood-drenched knife in his hand, his chest rising and falling quickly, and looking down towards his feet. He doesn't think he could forget this, every little detail he will remember.

Sitting in one of the bars he could get into after sitting in the library all day and reading old newspapers was not something Ethan had on his bucket list but here he was. He could use a drink after all of that, even if it was a simple beer. Not that beer tasted good.

Across him at the bar is a young college student, maybe around his age who kept glancing at him. He wasn't dumb, he knew they wanted him to make a move, maybe buy her a drink or move over to sit with her but he had no such interest not when the only thing his mind could think of was a repeat of Tara, Chad, Tara, Chad, Chad, Tara.

Ethan wraps his fingers around the cold glass of the drink, bringing it up to his lips and taking a sip. His dark eyes glance across the bar, taking in his surroundings before setting the glass down. He risks a glance at the college student, his eyes widening a fraction in surprise.

Across the bar top, the college student had a man sitting next to them now. Not to mention how uncomfortable they looked; Ethan recognized the man. Now he doesn't really remember this name, nor does he care to know it, but this man was one of Quinn's ex-boyfriends. He remembers Quinn coming to him after their breakup, and he remembers it because his sister may have had a lot of break-ups, but she was usually not to upset about them. He remembers his blood boiling at seeing the look on her face as she told him he cheated on her.

Ethan rolls his jaw, keeping his head downturned but watches through the dark curls of his hair. He puts down a 20-dollar bill for the drink and as a tip and gets up from his seat and stands to his full height. He feels his jaw clench and his teeth grind together as he walks out of the bar.

It's too much of a blur for a couple of minutes, but the next thing Ethan knows is that he has a knife gripped in his hand and is grabbing the back of the drunk man's jacket and pulling him into the alleyway. Ethan doesn't remember where he had gotten the knife, but he does remember waiting in the shadows around the corner of the bar, waiting for his prey to leave.

The man is too drunk to take the pull with stride, he tumbles backward and Ethan just lets him fall onto the hard cold pavement below his feet. "What the–?" The man slurs, twisting around and putting his hands down to push himself back up but pauses when he sees the shoes in front of his line of sight. "Look, man... You can take whatever you want, okay?" His voice wavered. Ethan says nothing as he bends down, grabbing the guy's hair and tugging his head up sharply. It takes a moment, from the whiplash and the alcohol in his system, for realization to dawn on the man. "You're one of Quinn's friends." He blurted. Ethan tilts his head to the side, his grip not once loosening as he twists the knife in his hand which the man finally notices. He goes from being scared to looking like he's seen a ghost; he's white as a sheet and he scrambles to get away even with the grip on his head.