survive ( fear street trilogy )

Chapter One: The Witch

( this first chapter is basically the start of the movie, but not with heather and the mall and there might be changes in other chapters, so i hope u enjoy the story 💕 )

( Virginia Kull as older Chrissy ( Berman ) Goode )

~ Y/N's POV ~

Shadyside, Ohio. Normal town, right? Well,  you're wrong. Long ago, back in the 1600s, two witches named Sarah Feir and Hallelujah Smith cursed the place as revenge for being hung. Ever since, normal people have been turning into psychos.

Like back in Camp Nightwing with Tommy Slater who went on a rampage and well... killed a bunch of Shadysiders. There were only two Shadyside survivors, my mom and her sister C. Berman.

Anyway, that's all you really need to know about this place — it sucks. Another example I could give you is some news from Josh I got last night: Heather Watkins died in Shadyside Mall at the hands of a skull mask dude. I didn't really know her too well — she was a senior and i was a freshman, but it still stings.

I wasn't always from Shadyside, before my parents got divorced I lived in Sunnyvale — Nick Goode and Chrissy ( Berman ) Goode. It gets awkward here being daughter of a sheriff everyone seems to hate or like to mock, I can't really blame them ( Sunnyvale's just as bad, not in the economy way ). Everyone there is stuck up, snobbish and think they rule the world like they're gods or something. Never really got the whole Shadyside vs Sunnyvale thing, all I know is it started out in 1666, but oh well.

"( Y/N )!" I hear my mom shout from the living room. I could barely hear her over the music playing on my radio, but after the second and louder time she called my name I gave in and snapped back to reality, turning off my radio which was playing enjoy the silence by Depeche Mode, besides it was a Polaroid of me and my dad, not him as a sheriff or anything — just like regular people.

I quickly got changed out of my pajamas and into a flannel shirt and jeans before heading out to the living room.

My mom was in the kitchen taking pills; ever since my parents divorce, she's been taking medicine for nightmares or something. My dad's family was a lot to deal with — he tried making it easier, but he couldn't. I guess it's just a Sunnyvale thing.

"Morning, ( N/N )," My mommy flashed me a light smile from the kitchen. "You want me to drive you or is Deena coming over?"

I turned with a smile, placing the backpack strap over my shoulder. "Deena's coming over, so it's fine."

I try not to put too much on her — she was already watching the news which had my dad on discussing the murders at Shadyside Mall. I gave her a hug before heading out to meet Deena and Josh.

The ride was quiet until Josh began rambling on about the incident last night. I nearly lost count of how many times Deena rolled her eyes.

Once we got to the high school, we went out separate ways, Josh headed down the hallway, a little unpleased at the use of "sir silence". Deena and I headed to our lockers where we spotted someone carving RIP into Heather's locker. We both moved away from our lockers which were a few inches beside Heather's and saw a small memorial made by some of the students.

Just then, one of our friends Kate Schmidt appeared behind Deena in her cheer outfit. "You see? It's the witches. Sarah Feir and Hallelujah Smith are back."

Deena rolled her eyes for the — I think 31st time? As I said, it's getting hard to count. She glanced back at Heather's locker before facing Kate. "Oh, Christ. Not you too."

Kate chuckled and grabbed both of our wrists, leading us to the girls's bathroom. Once we got in, I saw the witches's rhyme written in red graffiti — done by Kate or Simon no doubt ( or just by another student, it's a joke around here ).

"She reaches from beyond the grave, to make good men her wicked slaves," Kate recited.

Deena and I sighed before gasping, turning around to see Simon popping out from a bathroom stall. "She'll take your blood!"

"Simon!" I exclaimed.

"She'll take your head," he continued. "She'll follow you until you're dead!"

"Wow!" Deena exclaimed, placing her bag on the floor and resting against the sink. "You guys are dicks."

Kate chuckled. "It's just fun."

"It's sick," Deena argued, I nodded in agreement. Although, I didn't know Heather all too well, it still wasn't right to make a joke out of the whole situation.

"What? The dude was wearing the Halloween skull mask," Simon smiled. "How is that not fun?"

"People died. Heather died," Deena continued. "The dude was probably just some sad sack who hated his life, just like the rest of us. Except he decided, hey, why don't I get out of here for good? and — hey, why don't I take Heather and a couple other mall rats with me? There are no angry dead witches who made him go postal. The only thing that made him go crazy is this town!"

"Are you okay?" Kate questioned.

Me, Simon and Kate could probably figure what was going on; Sam. She was Deena's ex girlfriend who broke up with her and moved to Sunnyvale. Don't ask me how it happened, all I can tell you is that Deena now hates her guts.

Deena picked up a shoebox and put it in front of me and Kate. "What is this?"

"I need one of you to give this to Sam tonight," Deena stated.

"Yeah, uh-uh. No way," Kate shook her head.

"I will!" I beamed, Deena giving me a smile of relief while kate gave me a questioning look.

Deena sighed. "Thanks, ( N/N ). I know I can always count on—"

"— for twenty bucks," I cut her off and Kate's looked changed to one of pride.

Kate placed a hand on her chest, looking at me like she was about to cry. "You make me prouder of you everyday."

Deena rolled her eyes and Kate turns to her. "We are not getting mixed up in your ex drama. Do it yourself."

"I'm not going to the game," Deena replied placing her box down. "I quit band."

"Since when?"

"Since who gives a shit!"

"Was band the only extracurricular you had left?" Kate questioned.

Deena shrugged as Kate walked beside Simon and picked up the box he was holding. "Well, you still have your band uniform, right? His wear that shit one last time.."

"I got something that'll give you the balls to face Sam," Kate smiled, flipping open the box to reveal piles of drugs. Deena and I looked at each other in disbelief before turning back to Kate.

Last time we remember, she quit dealing after Simon's dingus's brother OD'd. But I know why her and Simon are doing this — they wanna get out of here.

"Wh..uh.. Timmy wasn't a real OD," Kate insisted. "He didn't actually die. They brought him back."

Simon formed his hands into fists and made a, "Ja-jing!" sound.

"You're both morons," Deena gave a light smile.

"Excuse me?" Kate pretended to be offended as we walked out. "Which one of us is valedictorian, again? President of every club this shithole has to offer. I'm getting out of here. Off to claim my place among the stars, bitch."

Simon opened the doors and when we got out we turned to see some kid dragging two dummies tied up to string.

"Woo!" He shouted. "The witches live! Long live Sarah Feir and Hallelujah Smith!"

~ AUTHOR'S NOTE ~

hello! i hope you enjoy this story! i will be flip flopping pov's throughout the book meaning it won't always be y/n's and it will sometimes be third pov to make scenes easier to write!

also, i'm in my fear street era again and just had to make a fic for it!! i'm excited to write the other movies!! ( 1978 is my favorite!! )