'We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
The price of your greed is your son and your daughter
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?'
- Blood // Water, grandson
| SCREAM 1996 |
| COMPL...
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PRINCIPAL HIMBRY STOOD IN HIS OFFICE LOOKING AT HIMSELF IN THE MIRROR WITH THE GHOSTFACE MASK HE CONFISCATED ON HIS HEAD.
He lifted his arms up and yelled a muffled 'boo' at his own reflection. Chuckling to himself immediately after until a loud knock came from the other side of his office door. Himbry quickly snatched the mask off of his head. His grey hair dishevelled. His head swivelled to look over at the door but he couldn't see a figure outside the opaque glass. The curtain had been rolled up, always allowing for him to see the size and height of the person on the other side. But it looked like there was no one there.
He furrowed his brows, but decided to investigate. He opened the door, "Yes?" He called out, peeking his head out of his office and turning from the left to the right back to the left. But he didn't see anyone there. Nor did anything look out of place indicating that it was a stupid prank by some bored teens.
"Hello?" Himbry called out again.
Nothing.
No answer back.
No noises coming from anywhere in the corridor.
He was completely alone.
He closed the door and slowly turned around. Jumping in fear when he spotted the Ghostface mask in the reflection of his mirror. Only relaxing when he realise that he, himself, was holding it. He ran his hand through his hair. Smoothing it out. When another knock came from the door.
This time, his reaction time was much faster. He swivelled around and swung the door open, ready to catch the intruder. But once more there was nothing. He stepped out in the corridor. Once again looking in both directions. His jaw tightening with annoyance. Nostrils flaring.
Himbry threw the Ghostface mask back into his office before walking down the hall. Trying to spot where the person who kept knocking was hiding. He walked into the secretary section just on the left of his own office. Peeking around the room. But yet again, he couldn't find anyone there.
His blood pressure rose even higher as he rushed over to the door and swung it open, revealing the main hallway of the school, "Damn little shits," He grumbled to himself.
"What'd you call me?"
Himbry's head snapped towards the voice. The janitor who was mopping the floors had looked up when he heard Himbry's insult. A offended look on his face.
Himbry shook his head, lifting his hand in a peaceful wave, "Not you, Fred," He assured him before closing the door and heading back to his office.
When he walked in, he felt a shiver down his spine as soon as he noticed that the closet door, which had the mirror he was previously looking at, was now closed. He stalled momentarily. Before finally finding enough courage to slowly reach for the handle.
He swung both doors open as fast as he physically could. Pushing the spare suits he kept inside the closet aside. Trying to catch the culprit hiding in there. But yet again, no one was inside. He felt like he was going crazy. Which was only proven when he suddenly jumped in fear when he spotted his own reflection in his peripheral.
He shook off the fear and closed the doors. Leaning against them and sighing. This was certainly not what he had signed up for when he took the job as Principal.
He pushed himself off the closet and walked back over to the door. Peeking his head out once more. Just in case he could catch the person by surprise. Failing to notice that the curtain on the inside of the office door was now fully pulled down.
Himbry pushed the door closed and headed towards his desk. Oblivious to the Ghostface figure holding a sharp, shiny knife in their hands rushing towards him. Their steps as light as feathers.
He only turned around when the figure neared him enough to stab him in the abdomen with the knife. Himbry's eyes widened in fear and pain. A pained scream escaping his throat.
The Ghostface pulled the knife out before jabbing it into the other side of Himbry's stomach. Listening to his screams of anguish as blood poured out of his wounds. Until he was too weak to keep standing and he fell down to the floor of his office. Staring up at the figure with wide, fearful eyes.
Ghostface tilted their heads and watched as blood poured out. They could hear Himbry's pained moans as his body got weaker and weaker with each passing second. The figure then knelt down beside him. Their eyes obscured by the mask by Himbry felt like they could see right into his soul.
Ghostface lifted the knife up before swinging it down with as much strength as they could muster into the middle of Himbry's opened palm. He withered in pain. Hot tears leaking out of his eyes.
Ghostface pulled the knife back out. Repeating their action to Himbry's other hand. Then, they slit his throat. Not enough to kill him instantly though. Tilting their heads as they watched him gurgling until the life vanished from his eyes. The last thing he'd ever see were the blackened eyes of the Ghostface mask.
They used their glove to wipe off the blood before stashing the knife into the special pocket they created inside of the costume. Just as they did that, a second Ghostface appeared. They nodded at the one kneeling beside Himbry, before allowing them to stand up as they took their place. Grabbing the corpse of the Principal and dragging it over to the closet. Where, as soon as the body was inside of, the first Ghostface locked the closet and pocketed the key before they both vanished out of there like smoke into thin air.
