VAMPIRE | SCREAM

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: the tribute.

The three watched in shock as Bailey just litteraly admitted to being Ghostface. "Great job. Both of you."

"You?" Ziggy asked. "Of course me. Frankly, I expected more from the three of you after what you did to us." He said. "What do you mean us?"

Ziggy watched in shock as one of the Ghostface's revealed himself. Ethan. She gasped as tears escaped her eyes. "Mindy was right. It was easy to juke the roommate lottery. I mean, all I had to do to meet you was to room with a conceited, condescending alpha litteraly named Chad! Fuck! It felt good to kill him. This was your grandmother's Sam. Nancy Loomis? Really runs in the fucking family, doesn't it? Speaking of family..."

"Wait for it." Bailey said. "My name's not Ethan Landry, is it, dad?" He turned to Bailey. "Dad?" Ziggy looked at Ethan with pure hurt in her eyes.

"Wait, if it's you two, that just leaves... Mindy?" The second Ghostface slowly took off her mask. Quinn. "Hey, roomies. You didn't see that one coming, did you?'

"Yeah, because you died!" Ziggy shouted. "Kind of didn't thought. It was a good way to get off the suspect list. Stab Gale Weathers. Stab Mindy on the train. That sort of thing."

"Yep, and I just made sure I was first on the scene so I could switch her body out with a fresh one. Little fake blood, a prosthetic. You'd be amazed at what a grieving father can get away with."

Ethan and Quinn started to walk around them. "I got Stu Macher's mask. He was my favourite." Quinn said. "Nice. That's number three. That's two. Which leaves your father's."

He took out a mask. "This is what we've been counting down to, Sam. I'm gonna need you to put it on." Sam threw it out of his hand. "Fuck you!" But Ethan slashed her arm. "Stay the fuck back!"

"What? What is this? You did this as a family?"  Sam asked as Tara picked up a brick again. "Hell yeah, bitch! You should know better than anyone." Ziggy chuckled. "Shut the fuck up already!"

Quinn tried to slash her arm, too, but Ziggy dodged it. "They're still not getting it."  Ethan chuckled. "Look, I don't know what you believe, but I didn't commit those murders in Woodsboro. It wasn't me!"

"We know that. Of course you didn't. You think this is based on some bullshit conspiracy theory? Come on. Who do you think started the rumors about you in the first place?" Quinn raised her hand.

"Do you know how easy it was? To turn Sam from the hero of Woodsboro to the villain? How easy it is to convince the world to believe the worst in people rather than the best?"

"Because it's not enough to just kill someone these days. You have to assasinate their character first. So when dad here 'discovers' your horribly mutilated bodies posed with Sam wearing her father's mask and maybe Ziggy wearing her cousin's, he'll say some poor dumb bastard read on the internet, that you're the real Ghostface and took matters into their own deluded hands. 

"Exactly! That's why it's the perfect alibi. And all the best lies are based on the truth. You two are killers." Bailey pointed at them. "No, we're not!"

"Yes, you are, you motherfucker! You killed our brother! And Ziggy here killed Amber." But Ziggy then realized something. "You said your brother died in a car accident."

"No, no, no, you sweet, dumb thing. He died in Woodsboro in the hands of your bitch friend." Sam ten realized. "You're Richie's family."

"Yeah." Bailey nodded. "Ding, ding, ding, ding! She's finally starting to get it." He slashed Sam's arm again. "Now, that wasn't until I saw the photograph of what you've done to him, that I knew. That I knew you had to fucking die! You had to be punished. Along with anyone else, who stands in our way."

Quinn pointed her knife at Sam and Ethan pointed his at Ziggy. "There she is. There's the fucking killer." She walked towards Sam. "Great parenting job, by the way." Ziggy joked. "Shut your whore fucking mouth!" 

She pushed Ziggy and the three girls ran. "Have I been a perfect dad? No. Have I maybe overindulged Richie's love of these little movies? Yeah, maybe. For me, they're just a little dark. But Richie really loved them. He loved them!"

"There's a very special bond between a father and his first son." Bailey said and Ziggy could see the hurt on Ethan's face. "Which is why I helped him build this collection."

"This was all his?" Sam asked. "Yes, he's a very passionate collector. And he inspired others. We had to kill those two wannabe film students. Because, well, we had to kill you first, Sam. I put the theater in their name, then good old detective Bailey would've just stumbled on it, but I didn't have to because, by golly, that Gale Weathers is one hell of a journalist. I built a tribute to my son. Which is why this is where you have to die, Sam. Surrounded by all te things he loved the most."