gunshots.
I sneak in, tiptoeing. Though there's really no point in that, considering Bailey's talking anyway.
"Frankly, I expected more from the two of you after what you did to us."
"What do you mean, us?" Tara asks.
Ethan reveals himself, sending chills through my body. That could be me, standing next to Sam, my heart dropping when I realize my boyfriend has been lying straight to my face.
"Ta-da!" Bailey exclaims.
"Mindy was right. It was easy to juke the roommate lottery. I mean, all I had to do to meet you was room with a conceited, condescending alpha literally named Chad! Fuck, it felt good to kill him!" My heart drops. Kill him? He just told me he wouldn't kill anyone. I start to rethink everything. Maybe this whole time, he's been lying to me.
Maybe he's just lying to Bailey and Quinn to seem less suspicious. Yes. That must be it.
He holds up his mask. "This was your grandmother's, Sam. Nancy Loomis? Really runs in your fucking family, doesn't it? Speaking of family," he's cut off by Bailey. "Wait for it!" "My name's not Ethan Landry! Is it, Dad?"
Bailey fake-laughs.
" 'Dad'?! " Tara yells.
"Wait... if it's you two, that just leaves..." She shakes her head. "Seylah?"
My heart hurts. Like, physically hurts. I could have spared them this moment if I would've just told them.
Quinn removes her mask. "Hey, roomies." Oh my fucking god, I want to punch her so bad. "You didn't see that one coming, did you?"
"Yeah, because you died!"
"Kinda didn't, though. It was a good way to get off the suspect list. Stab Gale Weathers, stab Mindy on the train. That sorta thing."
"Yep. And I just made sure I was first on the scene so I could switch her body out with a fresh one. A little fake blood, a prosthetic... you'd be amazed at what a grieving father can get away with." Quinn and Ethan start to walk around Sam and Tara.
"I got Stu Macher's mask. He was my favorite." Quinn says, while Ethan puts his mask on a mannequin.
"That's number three, that's two, which leaves..." He pulls out his mask from under his coat. "Your father's. This is what we've been counting down to, Sam. I'm gonna need you to put it on."
She slaps the mask. "Fuck you!"
Quinn leans over and cuts Sam's arm. "You stay the fuck away from her!" Tara yells.
"What-what is this? You did this as a family?!" Sam yells.
"Hell yeah, bitch! You should know better than anyone." She walks up to Sam, and Ethan follows—right beside Quinn. Our plan is going perfectly.
"They're still not getting it!"
"Look, I don't know what you believe, but I didn't commit those murders in Woodsboro. It wasn't me!" Sam yells, holding the cut on her arm.
"We know that. Of course, you didn't! What, do you think this is based on some bullshit conspiracy theory? Come on. Who do you think started those rumors about you in the first place?" Bailey laughs.
She turns around and looks at Quinn, who's waving her knife. "Do you know how easy it was to turn Sam from the hero of Woodsboro into the villain? How easy it is to convince the world to believe in the worst in people, rather than the best?"
Ethan finishes for her. "Because it's not enough to just kill someone these days. You have to assassinate their character first. So when Dad here 'discovers' your horribly mutilated bodies..." Quinn jerks a knife at Tara. "...posed with Sam wearing her father's mask, he'll say some poor dumb bastard read on the internet that you're the real ghostface and took matters into their own deluded hands."
"Exactly! Which is why it's the perfect alibi! And all the best lies are based on the truth. And you're a killer." Bailey points at Sam. "Just like your father!"
"No, I'm not!"
"Yes, you are, you motherfucker! You killed our brother!" Quinn yells.
"What're you talking about?"
"You said your brother died in a car accident?" Tara says to Ethan.
"No, no, no, you sweet, dumb thing. He died in Woodsboro. At the hands of your bitch sister."
"You're Richie's family.." Sam realizes.
Here we go. I grab my phone out of my back pocket and open TextPlus. I make sure the number is one digit away from the police office number, so hopefully, he won't notice. I dial Bailey's number and make sure the male voice changer is on. I quickly walk a little farther away so he can't hear me.
And I click call.
Ring
Ring
Ring
He answers the phone. Of course, he would. It would be suspicious if he didn't, considering he left his work to come here and is currently on duty.
"Hello, Detective Bailey."
Everyone looks confused. Except Ethan, who is hiding a smirk.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"I think you know exactly who this is."
He turns around and looks all around himself to see if he sees anyone.
"I'm afraid I don't. Listen, I'm busy right now. Can you call me back later?"
"That's okay, just one more thing before I go."
He's silent.
I switch the voice changer to the Ghostface one.
"what's your favorite scary movie?"
And I hang up. I tighten my grip on the knife and charge at him, stabbing him directly in the back. He falls face first, and tries to turn around and kick me away.
I look over at Ethan quickly, and see him stabbing Quinn directly in the chest. Perfect.
I straddle Bailey and start stabbing him nonstop. in the chest, the arms, the stomach, the hands, while blood splatters all over my face.
I hold my knife to his face. I cut one line directly down his cheek.
"One for Wes."
Another cut.
"One for Judy."
This one particularly deep.
"One for Dewey."
I stab him through the eyeball.
"And one for Chad."