Ethan Landry : Oneshots - Scream 6

Deadly obsession

Happy halloween!
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So, I actually decided to write all three prompts that I put out the post before. Deadly obsession received the most votes, so I wrote it first. I realised that I didn't want to disappoint any of you who took the time to vote. So thank you, I hope you like it and have a fun halloween!

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My heart dropped in my stomach.

I heard what he said. I saw his grin while talking about it. I saw the knife in his hand. But my heart still dropped when my boyfriend told me his secret.

Honestly? I had been scared that he had been with another girl. Of course I'd noticed that Ethan hadn't been acting like himself lately. He'd been more distanced. His eyes had been dimmed, like his soul was dying. He'd been away many night, returning exhausted each time. My insecurities had gotten the best out of me and I accused him of sleeping with another girl. Of not loving me anymore.

Ethan had just looked at me. Asked me to stay in my room and then left. Confused, I had done what he had asked. Half an hour later, he had returned. But in a black Ghostface costume. Holding a knife and flashing a grin.

Smiling, I had thought it was a halloween costume. But my smile quickly vanished. Ethan told me everything. He described the thrill of killing someone, the complete control you have when they die. He told me about his family. Dad, sister... And brother.

I was standing in the corner of my room, feeling nauseous. Ethan was talking quickly, rambling at this point. Excited, like a kid receiving halloween candy, he told me everything. Also, that his family wanted to kill our friends. But he promised me that I was safe, because:

"Oh, I talked to them about you. They know not to touch you. I wasn't ever planning on telling you this, but, you know?" He smiled and tilted his head, looking at me with warm eyes. "You deserve honesty. I wanted to tell you."

I swallowed. My mouth felt so dry. Id this normal? I don't even know what to say.

"Ethan... What are you saying?"

"Aw, sweet dumb thing." He chuckled a little, walking closer to me. Each step he took made my pulse rise. "I'm Ghostface."

I was holding my phone behind my back. How quickly could I call the police? How can I do it so that he doesn't notice?

"Ethan..." I started carefully, trying to find a good way to say what I needed to say. "You're sick. You're hurting our friends..."

Ethan suddenly screamed at me. "No!" For one second, he waved the knife at me, making me squel. He immediately calmed down, and took a deep breath. "Y/n, those people aren't our friends."

I furrowed my brows. "What do you mean? Of course they ar-"

"I'm the only one who actually care about you."

"That's not true, Tara cares about me." That made Ethan laugh. I've heard his laughter before, but this time he was mocking me.

"Tara doesn't care about anyone else but herself and her bitch sister." Ethan informed me, his voice dripping with poison. The phone felt heavy in my hand, but I managed to slowly press "911" into it. How I managed to do that behind my back is a mystery to me too.

"You're lying. Ethan, you're killing people!" I said, desperately pleading with him.

"Only people who deserve it. Come on Y/n, you're smart. I love you, don't you trust me?" He said, with those pleading eyes that I usually couldn't resist.

"I love you too." I told him, while pressing the call button on the phone behind my back. But I obviously wasn't being discreet enough. His brown eyes studied me as I tried my best not to squirm under his penetrating gaze. Within a couple of minutes, he has gone from the boy I love to a total stranger.

He gestured for me to come closer, I hesitantly walked closer to him.

"Hand it over, Y/n."

"What?" My blood froze. Ethan smiled at me. For a second, it felt familiar. But then, suddenly and without warning, Ethans hand wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer to him. I felt my heart pounding in my chest.

"What did you do?" He asked into my face. I couldn't breathe. Couldn't answer. I glanced down at the knife he still held in his other hand.

"This isn't you, Ethan." I whispered, pleading.

"That's cliché. Just hand it over."

I revealed the phone I had been hiding behind my back. Ethan released the held he had on me, and snatched my phone. He looked at it, and the look on his face couldn't be mistaken.

Betrayal.

"Y/n, were you trying to call for help?" He asked with a low voice. I didn't dare to answer. He violently threw my phone into the wall, the sound of it cracking made me jump.

Suddenly, he towered over me. My breath got caught in my throat. Ethan had these crazy eyes, I don't even know. He looked down at me, saying:

"You can't leave me. Don't you dare leave me."

"Ethan, I-"

"No, you can't live without me." The way he said it made my heart stop.

I'm gonna have a heart attack. If he doesn't kill me first.

I tried to get away, but was stopped when his hand grabbed my forearm, keeping me in place. His other hand were shaking, shaking with the knife.

Does he want to kill me?

"Ethan, you're hurting me." I tried to pull my arm away, but Ethan is stronger than he looks like.

"You were supposed to love me no matter what." He was talking like he was in some sort of trance. "I knew it was too good to be true. I mean, you're so beautiful. Not only are you the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, you're also the best one. So kind, so compassionate." He said. For one second, I relaxed.

The second after, I had a knife at my throat. Ethan didn't add pressure on it, but the threat was there.

"Y/n, you can either be with me, or dead." He said coldly. Then pleading, begging: "Please?"