Dewey stood up and walked over to his relatively small kitchen, phone in hand. He leaned against the counter, seemingly debating something in his mind.
"You OK, Dewey?" Addy asked from her positon on the couch.
"Yeah... you know, you should go to wherever you're staying. I need to make some calls." He said.
"If you're calling Sidney, shoukdn't I stay? She'll want to know I'm OK." Addy tried to reason. She didn't want to leave Dewey alone any longer than he had been since his divorce.
"I'll tell her you're fine, you should leave." Dewey replied.
"OK, if you're sure." Addy said. She stood up from the couch and walked to the door, fidgeting with her locket on the way over. She stopped just as she put her hand on the handle, turning to Dewey, "You'll call if you need anything, right?" She asked him.
"Yeah, I will. See you later."
Addy opened the door, pulling it closed behind her and walked over to her car, climbing into the driver's side.
She started up the car and pulled out of the trailer park, driving towards her childhood home.
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Addy stepped into the empty house, looking around at the rooms with no furniture in them.
She swallowed thickly as she closed the door, empty space where the rusty letterbox used to be, but had been taken away as 'evidence', and blood-stained floor. Tears filled her eyes, but she refused to let them spill.
Addy walked down the stairs that led to the basement, seeing the targets that her mom had set up for her once upon a time, and she took out one of the daggers from her bag and threw it at one of them, hitting a bullseye.
When she had recollected the dagger and but it back in her bag, she walked up stairs to go to her old bedroom. About halfway up the stairs, her phone rang.
Without looking to see who it was, she picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hello, Adelaide." The automated voice said from the other side. Addy froze on the stairs.
"Who is this?" She asked quietly. She put the phone in speaker, sending a quick message to Dewey and Judy, asking for help at the old Roberts residence.
"Shouldn't you know already? I mean, weren't you the first person to figure out the killers last time?" The killer asked. Judy had replied, saying that she and some others were on their way, so Addy took them of speaker and returned the phone to her ear.
"Just tell me who you are you sick fuck." She spat, pullung a dagger from her bag and walking down the stairs to her kitchen.
"Oh, but that's all part of the game, Adelaide." The voice said as Addy rounded the island, "Find out who I am and you get to shoot me in the head. But not today you won't"
Ghostface jumped out from behind the doorway that led to the living room, and Addy swung her knife at him, only for the killer to jump backwards and her knife to get lodged in the frame, Addy struggling to pull it back out.
"Need a hand?" Ghostface asked, shoving Addy backwards so she fell onto the floor and pulled the dagger out of the frame.
"Little Addy, always needing the help of others. Guess Judy won't make in time, huh?" The killer asked, twirling the kife between their fingers, aproaching Addy slowly.
"One question. If you get it right, I'll let you go. If you don't, well..." Ghostface chuckled.
"Fine. One question, Officer Fuckface." Addy panted, as she was slightly winded.
"Who was the first killer chronologically in the Feae Street series?"
"Pastor Cyrus Miller. Easy. Now leave."
"Welln I change my mind." Ghostface lunged towards her, but Addy rolled out of the way, and Ghostface fell to the floor.
Addy scrambled up, running out of thr kitchen and slamming the door behind her, remembering how it got jammed that one time with Jill.
Her plan worked because she could her the killer struggling to open the door, shouting profanities at her. She didn't spend any time waiting though, as she pulled out her phone and clicking the first contact she could see and tunning up the stairs to Jill's room.
"Addy? Why are you calling me?" Sam's voice asked over the phone.
"Fuck, why did I have to call you." Addy grumbled, sliding open Jill's window. She climbed out on to the windowsill, trying not to glance Olivia's darkened bedroom, and used one arm to pull herself onto the roof.
"What the hell are you doing?" Sam asked.
"The killer's chasing me, do you want me to get killed?" Addy asked, out of breath slightly. From her viewpoint she could see police lights two streets over, and she knew Judy was close.
Sam made an incoherent noise that sounded like she was debating it, and Addy scoffed. "Okay, I get you don't like me very much, but you could at least try and help save my life, alright?"
"You know what, fuck you Sam." Addy said, hanging up the phone when she saw Judy's police car pull up and jumping onto the roof that covered her porch and then the ground.
Judy ran up to her, pulling her into a tight hug. "Are you OK? Are you hurt?" She asked, cupping Addy's face and checking for any injuries.
"I'm fine Judy, don't worry." Addy said, holding her wrists and pulling her hands away, "I tried to lock them in the kitchen, but they probably got out through the back door. And with one of my knives, too!"
Judy smiled slightly, before pulling her gun out and walking into the house.
Not even a minute later, Sam pulled up in her car, climbing out and walking briskly over to Addy.
"You didn't have to come after me, you know." Addy told her as she got closer, "How did you know where I was?"
"Yeah, well, when you tell me you're being chased by the killer, it's kind of hard not to. And it's a small town, I'd heard you inherited the house so it was kind of obvious." Sam said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards the car.
"Aw, you care about me. That's cute." Addy joked. Sam rolles her eyes and opened the passenger door for Addy to climb in.
"Where's Richie?" She asked.
"I don't know, he said he had to go somewhere, now get in." Sam said, and Addy sighed climbing into the car. Sam slammed the door behind her, walking in front of the car to get to the driver's side.
"Not that I would care if he was here anyway." Addy mumbled just before she opened the door, "Where are we going?"
"Mindy's. We're having a group meeting." Sam said, starting the car a driving off, Addy waving to Judy as the drove past.
"Ugh, I hate group meetings." She groaned, wrinkling her nose.
"Well, deal with it."
Addy sighed and turned to look out the window, trying to ignore the thoughts that haunted her mind from that night eleven years ago.
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Fanfiction"he's gone, siddie, i tried to help him..." in which the knife thrower falls in love with the daughter of a serial killer. [slight enemies to lovers] [scream 4-scream 6] [sam carpenter x fem!oc]
