𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

i. the first attack

RING!

Ring!

Ring—

"Hello?" Mia Hicks answered her phone, voice raspy as per usual.

You probably wouldn't expect someone involved in the 2011 Woodsboro Murders to pick up the phone so quickly—especially when she had no clue who was calling her—but here Mia was, in the dead of night, all alone in her bedroom, answering.   For being so good at following horror movie rules, Mia was breaking multiple of them in this one move.

"Hello, Mia." a sinister voice replied, deep and manly.  The Hicks' knew this voice too well—anyone who lived in the town would.  It belonged to the ever-so-famous, Ghostface.  The masked killer that haunted Woodsboro, California every couple of years since the 90's, slashing up teens until eventually a final girl—usually by the name of Sidney Prescott—and her friends unmasked and slaughtered the figure.

Mia's thoughts were further implied when the dark voice continued to say, "What's your favorite scary movie?"  

The blonde girl rolled her eyes, and pretended to think.  She could at least be more original.

"Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street." Mia answered sarcastically.  If she was going to be truthful, she didn't really have a favorite horror movie.  Ever since her mother was almost shot in the 2011 murder—Mia praises the lord for bullet proofs vests on the daily—the Hicks girl spent her days watching movies from the horror genre, taking notes and listening to rules, as one does.

Because of this, Mia's seen practically every decent horror movie out there and finds it rather hard to pick a favorite.  Almost every movie ends one way or another—a final girl survives to continue the sequel, or everyone ends up dead.

A groan came from the phone, "Oh, come on! You have a terrible taste in movies!"

"Hello, Mindy." the Hicks girl replied in amusement, a smirk on her face.

Just like herself, Mindy Meeks-Martin was your go-to horror person and definitely had opinions when it came to which ones were good and which ones sucked.  Therefore, whenever Mia wanted to get a kick at the girl, she'd claim to like one of Mindy's least favorites, as she did now.

"You're seriously no fun to prank anymore." Mindy said from the other end of the call, and Mia could hear her fake frown through the phone, "Every time you give me an answer that causes my horror-movie heart to shatter."

Mia gave another eye roll and laid back on her bed, putting her phone on speaker mode so she didn't need to keep it right up to her ear. "I have to keep the fun between us somehow, because this—" she made a gesture, as if Mindy was in the room with her, "—isn't very original."

"I'm just trying to keep you on edge." the Meeks-Martin girl replied, "You can never get too comfortable in Woodsboro.  For all you know, I'm actually Ghostface pretending to be Melinda Meeks-Martin."

Mia gave a look, "Yeah, right.  I doubt Ghostface would have such strong feelings about Sweeney Todd."

"Hey, speaking of horror movies, you broke like a shit-ton of rules just by answering my call." Mindy changed the subject, "You picked up the phone when it was No Caller ID, it's late at night, and you're all alone."  She tsked, "Randy Meeks is looking down at you with a frown from his holy throne."

Mia laughed, "My apologies to your uncle, but I know it's you."

"But do you?"

"I do."