Briefly after listening to the only breathing from the other end of the call, Tara realized that something was wrong. That's not much to say, he always answered briskly and was the first to start the conversation even if she was the one who called first, and that strange breathing.
"So what?" Chad got up from his chair, eager to find out what his friend's situation was.
Tara, pierced by uncertainty and rational enough fear, turned to the people sensitively ready for her answer. "Nothing. All I heard was breathing, and it wasn't Y/N's breathing."
Chad gulped nervously. "You're not saying..." It didn't have to be completed for the four who survived the Woodsboro-related massacre to realize the implication of his initial statement or rather question. Only Quinn and the neighbor across the street were not very privy to the whole situation.
"What are you talking about?" Quinn interrupted the tense atmosphere.
"We're going now!" Chad, wasting no time, ran to the door and left the dorm followed by Tara, Sam, Mindy, and her girlfriend. Quinn and Danny remained in the apartment looking at each other with a confused look.
"Should we follow them?" He asked.
"It's rather none of our business..." She replied.
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Everyone got into the car, each as nervous as they were terrified of the potential threat. "Were you sure it wasn't Y/N? Breath is not something by which someone typically determines whether person A is person A." Sam began.
"It's my boyfriend. Of course, I can tell if his breath is his breath, and it sounded like someone breathing through some kind of voice modulator."
"Like Darth Vader?" Mindy asked.
"I don't know- maybe. It doesn't matter, we have to check that everything is okay." Everyone agreed with Tara's words, so heading through the streets at a fast speed, they wasted no time on unnecessary conversations and questions, with a unanimous decision that they had to get there as soon as possible.
-X-
Less than 15 minutes after Tara left the apartment leaving Y/N alone. He awoke transfixed realizing what had happened that passionate night. A smile crept onto his face on its own, but something didn't feel right. He remembered that as they fell asleep Tara was glued to him, not even giving him a chance to leave the bed at night. "Where is Tara?"
He took a look around the bed and across the room, she was gone. And his attention was caught by a note on the bedside table right next to the lamp. He grabbed it and began to read.
"I'm sorry I had to leave I really wanted to greet you with as passionate a morning as last night, but Sam wouldn't let me be alone, so I had to leave. I've prepared breakfast for you, if you need anything text me, Love you, Tara."
"Too bad you had to go, but..." He got out of bed and headed to the kitchen seeing a plate of food. "Tortillas? Is that a normal breakfast at her place?" It may not have been a typical breakfast where he was from, but he wouldn't disdain something like that straight out of the morning, Tara had learned to cook very well so he was sure that what she prepared would taste like straight out of a five-star restaurant.
He took a plate and plopped down on the couch, taking the remote control in his hand. "I think this is the first time in several years that I will watch the news, television in general honestly," He took one wrap in his hand intending to take a bite.
"The killer in the mask is back." The news reporter spoke out loud.
He let go of the food, disbelieving what appeared to his eyes, he rubbed them as if it would change anything, maybe it was a dream, maybe he was delusional, but it wasn't going away. "We killed them, what do you mean he's back?! People are really fucked up." He got up from the couch again entered his room picking out clothes so as to leave the apartment as quickly as possible and head for Tara and Sam's apartment. "They think it's fun, they dress up and start killing people- And what if we become a repeat target? It's not just Tara and Sam were..." Throughout the minute, many scenarios popped into his head each the possibility of their inevitable death. "What if it's someone who knew them personally and wants to mete out punishment? The family? Friends? There are too many possibilities-" Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that his front door was strangely ajar. "Tara you need to learn how to close the door." He uttered aloud, however, he knew what it could mean.
