Scarred For Life (Scream)

chapter xxi.

"You're a killer! Just like your father was!" Ethan shouted at Sam, staring psychopathically at me, his eyes trained on me, solely me. "Yes you are! You killed our brother!" He shouted as she tried to refuse the claim, everyone stilled.

Brother, Sam, Richie Kirsch. "Richie?" I questioned, my voice trembling. "You're Richies' family?" Sam stared at me, Ethan laughing.

Bailey smiled as Ethan and Quinn approached me. "She got it! She finally got it!" Quinn laughed as she danced around us, waving her knife in my face. Ethan darted at me, catching my arm, blood spurting out coating my body.

"Once I saw the photos of what you two had done to my poor son, I knew that you both had to die like animals. You both had to be punished, and so did anyone who stood in our way. Unfortunately, my wife, well, she disagreed." My stomach churned at the thought of an innocent woman having lost her son, being killed because she didn't want to kill people.

"You killed your own fucking mother?" I shouted, distraught. I didn't get on with my mother at the best of times, but I would never dream of ever killing or hurting her in any way, shape or form.

"Maybe I indulged his love for these movies a little too much, and I admit that I was not a perfect father to him. But, my son loved them, he even made a few of his own." Bailey had a weird look of pride mixed with grief on his face, how could someone be proud of their son killing people cold-blooded and making phsycotic fan films about killing people.

Sam looked around the museum, the tribute to the Stab franchise and all the memorabilia and items of meaning from Woodsboro's past. My ears were ringing as I felt my legs going weak again, blackness surrounded the corners of my vision as my legs threatened to flop. Breathing was becoming harder to do, and everything felt so hot and cold at the same time. I looked down and saw that blood was pooling out of the cuts from my arm and stomach. I felt sick, physically sick at how much blood I had on my body.

Bailey raised his gun at us. "He was pathetic you know." I grunted, holding my hands to the stab wounds, blood coating my hands as Tara and Sam helped to hold me up. The trio blinked, I had obviously hit a nerve. Our grip on our bricks tightened as they closed in. "He was a man-child who made his girlfriend do all the killing for him!" I shouted, letting it pour out.

"He was a weak little bitch who cried before I slit his throat." Sam roared, backing me up. Quinn screamed as she lunged at us, Tara's brick connected with her face, teeth flying as she fell to the floor.

Kirby shot three bullets, one hitting Bailey in the chest. Ethan ran towards Kirby, but I followed and jumped on his back. "This is for Anika." I growled as I started hitting out at him. He grabbed a knife, Charlie's knife, and lunged at Kirby, I covered his hands with my eyes, giving Kirby the time to run. He threw me off and onto the floor, my back connected with the glass case containing my dad's stuff. Glass shattered and sunk into my skin as I screamed in agony.

A picture of my dad fell ontop of me, he stared at me. Shaking with the effort of standing, I moved as quick as I could towards Ethan as he drove the knife into Kirby once, then twice, but I stopped the third. "What are you going to do, Bitch!?" He screamed in my face as I took the knife out of Kirby and plunged it full force into his chest, before repeating the action whilst he screamed. 

"That." I spat as he sunk to the floor, Tara grabbed my hand and pulled me away, following Sam. Sam was halfway up the scaffolding we had spotted earlier as Tara was climbing up. "I can't!" I wailed as my hands slipped once more, my blood was making it difficult to grip and I felt too weak to stand, let alone pull myself up metal. 

"Yes you can! I am not leaving here, without you." Tara's hand grabbed my own as her and Sam pulled my shattered body up with them. My arms shook violently as I used them to push myself further up. Bailey shot his gun and caught Tara in the arm who fell backwards, I grabbed onto her.

Sam and I held onto Tara's hands tightly as we tried to pull her up. She dangled over the balcony, if she survived the fall, she wouldn't survive what was waiting for her. An injured but very much alive Ethan was waving his knife around, leaping for her feet. "Always wanted to stick something in you, Tara!" He shouted as I gagged. Not only was he a killer, but he pretended to like me whilst wanting my best friend. Or maybe he did like me but being a killer came first.

Quinn emerged from the stairs, blood coating her chin, she twirled her knife between her fingers as she staggered towards us. She didn't see the gun near our feet. We had two choices, help Tara and die or let her go and fight them off. "You need to let me go, Sam." She cried as I shook my head, before I caught her gaze. The knife in Sam's belt.

Sam handed the knife to her sister as I dropped and grabbed the gun, we heard Tara scream, but not before she stabbed Ethan through his open mouth as he gargled on his blood. Ethan fell to his knees as she twisted the knife, before letting it drop.

I held the gun and pointed it at Quinn, who froze in her tracks. "Not so brave are we now, Quinn? Looks like you're down two brothers. Damn, that must hurt? But not as much as this will." I cried, thinking of everyone I had lost at the hands of her family. Finger on the trigger, I pulled and shot her in the forehead, she fell to her knees and crumpled.

Bailey screamed a cry of anguish at watching the last of his bloodline die, my eyes were on him next, Sam walking towards him with her knife raised high. I pulled the trigger but nothing came, it was out of bullets. Sam ran towards Bailey before he could shoot at us and caught him in his abdomen, sending them both flying over the balcony. "SAM!!" I screamed as she landed on the floor with a thud. 

I saw her get up and breathed a sigh of relief, shaking uncontrollably at the pain and adrenalin coursing through my veins. Sam moved behind the curtains, grabbing the ghostface mask and disappearing. As fast as my body would carry me, I stumbled down the stairs and met Tara, trembling on the floor. "Tee." I whispered tapping her face as her eyes opened. "Hey, we did it." She smiled as we both cried.

We heard the sound of a knife being pushed through flesh, and a mans cries, Sam was dealing with the third and final killer. We'd be safe soon. The clatter of a knife falling to the floor echoed through the otherwise empty theatre, Sam stumbled over to us, hugging Tara close. 

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Ethan screamed as he ran at us, knife raised, I grabbed the knife from the floor and charged at him, he caught me in the shoulder, but I used his momentum pushed into me to propel him backwards, the knife caught in his throat. 

"Heads up!" Kirby shouted as she threw the tv that killed Stu onto Ethan, his body jerking as I collapsed onto the floor.

There was a weird roaring in my ears as they rang, I felt so tired. "Lexi!" Someone shouted as I felt myself being lifted bridal style. I looked up tiredly to see Sam and an E.M.T trying to take me away. "I am not leaving her. I can't let her go, she needs me." Sam cried tiredly as I was bundled onto a stretcher as Sam refused to let go of my hand.

Tara was clearly thinking about Chad, just as I was, we cried together, missing our best friend. "There's another one!" A paramedic shouted as they wheeled out a very bloody, but very much alive Chad who held up five fingers.

"Surviving fucking five." Mindy cheered coming from behind me, making me jump a mile high. "Are you okay?" Sam rolled her eyes at her stupid question. "I know who the killers are! It's Ethan and Bailey!" She exclaimed as Tara stared at me. "You got them again, didn't you? I missed the monologue, again! Oh for fucks sake!" She whined as she jumped in the ambulance with Chad and I, Sam and Tara crowded with us. 

"And Quinn, faked her death. Just like R-roman." I muttered, my body was on fire and it felt like I couldn't breathe all of a sudden, a cough escaped my mouth as it was followed by hundreds of painful coughs, blood dripping down my chin. 

Paramedics were pushing them out of the way as I tried to grab Mindy's hand, I heard someone talking to me as my eyes closed and something slid down my throat and a pressure on my chest before I heard my name. "Lexi..." I sat up and I wasn't in pain anymore, there were no bandages, no blood and no scars. I turned to see Wes. 

I sat up and ran to him, falling into his arms, I sobbed into his chest as I saw my dad, Anika, Judy, Liv and Kris all smiling and crying. "Let's go home," I whispered as I walked hand in hand with my boyfriend, we got our wishes, we would spend together forever...

just like we had hoped...