Ghostface allegedly had tried to kill Vince but he drastically failed and couldn't even kill him.
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"fuck this bar, Man" Vince unzipped his pants, one hand going onto the brick wall. His mind all fogged up with his headache finally settling in. He dropped his beer bottle onto the ground, letting it shatter as if there wasn't still a little bit of liquid left in it. The only thing that gave him light was the lamppost above him, flickering on and off, which sort of made him nervous but he didn't think too much off it, considering his only focus was peeing. Police sirens were in the back, mixing with the sound of crickets and the wind...just another night in woodsboro. "Fuck..." He groaned, slapping the brick wall. "Fuck this bar." His anger grew, but his voice didn't sound as angry as the engine of the car behind him. Suddenly the lamppost wasn't the only light source, the police sirens drowned out by the sound of an engine revving, causing Vince's heart to nearly jump out of his chest. Shit. His eyes were squinting as he turned around, mid zipping up his pants, his fingers trembling. Covering the light with his hand, his one idea was Liv's boyfriend, that stupid teenager had no idea what he was getting himself into, trying to argue back with him.
The engine continued to rev as he took careful footsteps, the light obviously too bright for him to see anything at all.
"Who's there?" Vince stepped closer, his confidence rising. "Is that you pretty boy? Get outta my fucking car!" He clapped his hands together, getting ready for a fight until he heard a noise behind him and Vince spun around, abandoning his search near his car as it led him back to the bricked wall where he pissed on. The lamppost light, flickered off and Vince was trapped in total darkness consuming the pitch black night.
The engine angrily roared, fingers trembling as he used one hand to cover the light with his hand, figuring its Liv's stupid boyfriend, Chad. "Kid. I swear to god I'll fucking fuck you up!"
As Vince starts getting closer, the shadow emerged and slashed into Vince's arm. Grabbing his arm tightly, seeing a large slash across his arm, blood profusely coming out of it. He heard a grunt as he quickly snapped his head and saw that the killer lunged forward, striking Vince who ducked and immediately started to run, cradling his bleeding arm. Sharp jabs of pain erupted as he let out a small cry of pain as he ran back towards the front door, attempting to escape Ghostface's brutal clutches as he starts to run towards the bar.
oh fuck, he could feel his heart beating out of his chest as he looked behind him who was chasing after him.
"Dewey! Help! Please, Somebody!"
He gets closer and closer to the bar, tears beginning to run down his face as he tries to get closer to the door until he was tackled by the killer. Vince was sprawled out on the concrete. The killer tilted their head, putting foot on Vince's back, holding him in place. Vince tried to struggle away, to struggle against the killer's raised knife as it plunged it into his side.
Vince screamed in pain, his legs kicking around as he struggled. Blood oozed as another slice adorned his arm. He shrieked out as he was now bleeding profusely.
Somebody please fucking help me, He could hear his heart beating faster in his ribcage as the killer moved their body closer to Vince, causing him to cry out in pain.
Adrenaline kicked in gear through his veins as Vince reacts fast, squirming and fighting with his uninjured foot and rammed it in the killers face. The killer grunted, stumbling back.
Vince kicked them again much harder, getting the mask off as Vince bought himself some time as he gets farther and farther away from the killer and bumped into two officers.
"Woah, woah," one says, placing their hands on Vince's shoulders, seeing his disheveled appearance up close. "What happened?" the officer asked. Vince by this point was hyperventilating, tears streaming down his face as he shakily pointed at the back side of the bar.
"Someone tried to fucking kill me....near my car."
"Go wait inside, we'll check it out." One says, and some give each other looks before watching as Vince walked into the bar where he was led to the back of the bar where the bartender starts to drape a blanket over Vince's shoulders.
Vince hesitates but obeyed as he was ushered into the ambulance as nobody stayed with him in the ambulance. Vince clutched his phone, wanting to desperately tell his mother but he knew deep down that she wouldn't care much.
He has been dreading a day like this that the legacy would come for him. And after 25 years, it's finally caught up with him and now he's in danger.
Vince felt his skin grow cold again as he was led in and taken care of.
He looked over and saw Sam and her boyfriend, Richie. He always looked as if he was pulling off some facade and Sam was so gullible to fall for his slimy trap that he knew she was under.
The image of the killer, the ghostface mask enters his mind, he can't stop shuddering at the sight. He couldn't shake this feeling. Or couldn't stop thinking about who could be killer, and why would they even wanna do this? What has he done?
He shakily begins to fumble with his phone despite his arm in a bandage from the attack but he called his mother.
She didn't answer until the 6th ring.
"Hello?"
"Vince, I don't want to talk to you." Leslie mumbled.
"Ma, I was just attacked."
Leslie listened, skimming her eyes in thought.
"Are you okay?"
"No, I'm scared I don't want to be apart of this ma."
There was silence on the other line.
"Mom?" Vince questioned nervously.
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