Murderer || Scream1996 x m!reader

2 years later

The flicker of the neon sign outside the grimy motel cast a haunting glow through the thin curtains, painting the room in a sickly red hue

Istared at the TV, but I wasn't watching it. It was just background noise, something to drown out the deafening silence that had crept into our lives after everything went down. The reporter's voice echoed through the room, her face pale, lips pursed in concern.

"Authorities continue the nationwide manhunt for the infamous 'Ghostface Trio,' responsible for a string of gruesome murders that have terrorized the country for months. The FBI has issued a nationwide warning—if you see these individuals, do not approach. They are considered armed and extremely dangerous."

The picture that flashed on the screen wasn't of us. Not really. Just that same damn mask. The Ghostface mask—our mask. It wasn't just Stu and Billy anymore. It was all three of us now. We were legends, living breathing myths woven out of violence and shadows. No one knew what we looked like under the mask. That anonymity kept us alive, kept us moving. But being anonymous didn't make us invisible

Billy sat on the edge of the bed, carving a pattern into the already shredded mattress with his knife. His eyes flicked up for a moment, catching mine. There was something wild in his gaze. It always made me uneasy, but that's Billy. Always on the edge of something dangerous, something dark

Stu was leaning against the wall, grinning like a kid who just stole candy from the store. There was a madness in his grin, but Stu had always been like that—chaotic, unpredictable. He loved every second of it, the fame, the fear, the rush of knowing we were untouchable. Or so he believed

"You hear that?" Stu said, his voice low but giddy. "We're celebrities now! The FBI's got our faces plastered all over the country, and they still don't have a clue who we are. Gotta love it."

Billy smirked, still tracing the blade along the fabric, cutting just deep enough to leave scars. "They'll never catch us. We're smarter than them. Faster. They can look all they want, but they're not gonna find anything. We've covered every track."

I leaned back in the chair, pulling my hood over my head. The weight of it all was starting to get to me. We had been careful, always. But careful didn't mean invincible. We had danced with death too many times to count, and we always came out on top. But that didn't mean the noose wasn't tightening around our necks

"You say that now," I muttered, my eyes scanning the room. "But what happens when someone slips up? We're not invincible. Not forever."

Stu pushed off the wall, swaggering over to me with that signature smirk. He crouched down beside the chair, his face inches from mine. "Oh, come on, don't tell me you're getting cold feet now. We've made it this far, haven't we? We're untouchable, baby. A modern Bonnie and Clyde... times three." He laughed, his eyes gleaming with excitement

Billy stood, flipping the knife in his hand before tucking it back into his pocket. "Stu's right," he said, his voice eerily calm. "We've been doing this for months. They're scared of us. Everyone's scared of us. That's power. And as long as we've got power, we've got control."

It was true. In a sick, twisted way, we were in control. Every move we made was calculated, precise. We picked our targets carefully, never staying in one place for too long. The mask was our shield, our weapon. No one knew who we were beneath it, and that was what made us dangerous

But the longer we kept this up, the higher the stakes became. The FBI wasn't going to stop. They wouldn't rest until they had us dead or locked away for good. And if they caught us... well, we all knew what would happen then

Billy paced the room, his eyes narrowing as he thought. "We need to keep moving. The longer we stay in one place, the more we risk. We hit the next town, find our next target, and keep going. No mistakes. No loose ends."

Stu clapped his hands together, practically bouncing on his heels. "Another town, another slaughter. I love it!"

I didn't say anything. I could feel the weight of the mask in my bag, the cool plastic pressing against my back like a constant reminder of what we had become. We weren't just Stu, Billy, and me anymore. We were Ghostface. A symbol of fear, a face of death. And as long as that mask stayed on, we were safe. For now.

But there was no escaping what came after. The legends, the fame, the fear—it all came with a price. And sooner or later, someone was going to collect. Whether it was the FBI or death itself, I wasn't sure. But one way or another, we were going to pay for what we'd done.

Billy stopped pacing, his eyes locked on the TV as the news anchor continued. "Authorities are urging anyone with information on the whereabouts of these individuals to come forward. There's a reward of five million dollars for any tip that leads to their arrest."

Five million dollars. That was the price on our heads now. It didn't make me feel proud. It just made me feel hunted,

Back when nobody knew who ghostface was you were having the time of your life, younger me would've loved this

Stu laughed, loud and reckless. "Five million, huh? We're worth a fortune, guys. Better start acting like it."

Billy's eyes gleamed as he glanced over at me, and for a moment, I saw something terrifying in his gaze. "They can try. But no one's gonna catch us. We're untouchable."

I forced a smile, but it didn't reach my eyes. Deep down, I knew the truth. Untouchable didn't last forever

The two boys that you've recruited have let their egos get to their head

And we were running out of time

Updated on 2024 9/12