Scream 3: "The Ghost Of Hollywood"

Part 5: Final Night Of Hollywood

William POV:

As I entered Detective Kincaid's office, I couldn't help but notice the other officers casually enjoying pizza and engaging in light-hearted banter. I let out a weary sigh as I glanced at the military tattoos adorning my hands, contemplating the complexity of my life and the challenges I never anticipated.

Sidney shot me a few furtive glances before letting out a sigh of her own. "So, how's life been since the military?" she inquired, her leg casually draped over her knee.

"It's been tough, but I've managed to navigate through it so far," I replied, my gaze drifting back to the intricate designs etched on my skin.

Sidney shifted in her seat, her curiosity evident. "And how's your family holding up?"

"My sister's knee-deep in law school," I remarked, crossing my arms. "And my dad's simply enjoying his retirement."

Leaning forward, I rubbed my weary eyes and teased, "Seems like you and Kincaid are getting quite cosy."

Sidney opened her mouth to respond but burst into laughter instead before finally replying, "He's just doing his job."

As Sidney reached for her ringing phone, I lapsed into silence, absently toying with my hands while she fished it out of her bag. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she seemed about to leave the office, but then something appeared to give her pause.

Slowly, she turned to face me, extending her arm, and I hesitantly took the phone from her outstretched hand. "Hello?"

"Oh, Willy boy," the chillingly familiar male automated voice of the killer greeted me. "I've always admired how you managed to survive Woodsboro and Windsor College."

I cleared my throat, my grip tightening on the phone. "And you killers never fail to surprise me," I shot back. "Cowards in masks, blaming others for their past mistakes."

The killer chuckled menacingly. "Don't you know who I'm with," he taunted before pausing, and I heard a shuffling noise. "Speak," he demanded.

"William!" Veronica's panicked scream reached my ears.

My heart ached at the sound of Veronica's voice, and I clenched the phone tightly. "I'm going to tear your head off," I threatened.

The killer laughed again. "Can you save her? You couldn't save your own mother from your father's mistakes. Tell me, William. Do you remember what she was like?"

Gritting my teeth, I tightened my grip on the phone. "My mother is irrelevant to this. She's gone. End of story," I replied, unwilling to delve into the topic of my mother at all.

"Sidney knows the address. I'll see you both soon. Let's see if you can save who you care for," the killer taunted before hanging up.

A couple of minutes later, Sidney and I arrived at John Milton's mansion, the address provided by the killer. I quickly checked the ammunition in my gun before we began making our way towards the backyard.

As we approached, we spotted the lifeless body of Tyson, one of the actors, lying just outside the property. Beside him lay a metal detector. Moments later, the killer would call Sidney and demand that she use the detector on herself.

A door creaked open behind us, and Sidney turned to me. "He wants you to go that way," she informed, pointing in the indicated direction.

I unholstered my gun. "Stay alive," I urged, then proceeded through the door into an elegant dining room. I scanned the room, searching for a way forward. As I looked around, I stumbled upon the lifeless body of Angelina. It was clear she likely was never going to survive. I respectfully closed her eyes before continuing onward.