Scream VII

Family Matters, pt.1

Storming out the front of the hospital, her chest heaved with rage as she bolted through the hospital doors and into the cool night air. The streetlights cast an eerie glow on her face as she pushed past people on the sidewalk, her eyes scanning the road for cars. Said bystanders couldn't keep their eyes off of her, arguably aware of her past connections with her deceased father. The constant glaring was not helping....and it eventually drew Sam to look back at them.

Finally getting the message, the people around her quickly moved away, sensing her intense energy.

There's an unsettling intensity, a sinister, almost deranged look in Sam's narrowing eyes taking over her features. She looks focused, almost a manic expression. Her heart was racing and dark thoughts were swirling around her head. Pulling out her phone with shaking fingers, she dialed a number. As soon as someone answered, her voice trembled as she spoke into the receiver, barely able to contain her anger.

"Come get me," she growls over the phone.

Danny was the one on the receiving end of the line. Before long, he hightailed it over to where Sam was, and when he arrived at the hospital, he found her still there, pacing back and forth with clenched fists.

He opened the car door for her, and she practically leaped into the passenger seat with a wild look in her eyes. As they drove away, her tense posture and manic energy filled the small space of the car, creating an overpowering tension that Danny could feel in every nerve of his body.

Finally, he asks the obvious. "What did you find?"

"The Fifth Sphere of Hell...."

Danny knew now wasn't the time for jokes. "Sam, please," he pleaded.

He notices her eyes shining like headlights in the darkness, reflecting the fear and anger that coursed through her. Her breaths were deep and ragged, her voice shaking with each word. She struggled to get them out.

"I...I found out that Ghostface—this—this...we've been—", she gulped, her voice thick with emotion. "There's more of these fuckers out there."

Her words hung heavy in the air, the tension between them thick as the smoke from a matchstick. Danny's eyes narrowed, his expression etched with concern and disbelief while he ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

"A cult? Are you serious?" he asked, disbelief evident in his tone.

Sam can only nod 'Yes', before her gaze turns to the window, her reflection staring back at her with a thousand unreadable emotions.

The city outside their car was alive with the hum of an unforgiving night. The moonlight cast long shadows dancing along the pavement, mocking their chase. Streetlights flickered like dying stars, casting a dim light on the cold December streets. This was no ordinary night, and their journey seemed like a nightmare.

A cacophony of voices clouded Sam's inner thoughts, all speaking different languages, and spouting random facts and theories. As the car sped down the road, she could feel the churning of her own sanity, slowly slipping deeper and deeper into a dark abyss.

Danny tried to reach out to her, placing a calming hand on her arm, but Sam recoiled, her body tensing like a wild animal. She knew what he was trying to do, but all she could feel was the crushing weight of her reality. It was too much, too real, and she didn't know how much more she could take. Her eyes look up at the rearview mirror...

...and there's Billy Loomis again, glaring at her with that trademark sinister smirk again. He only has to say three words to her.

Hunt them down.