Wes limped through the dimly lit house, his heart racing as he searched for Amber, his eyes catching a blood trail leading up the stairs. "That's the thing about slashers, Amber—so many blood trails," he mused darkly, his voice echoing through the silence. "Is this one yours? Mindy's? Tara's? Only one way to find out." With a determined glint in his eye, he ascended the stairs, the chilling uncertainty of what awaited him driving him forward.
Wes continued his taunts as he ascended the stairs, his voice dripping with bitterness. "You wanna know the best part of this all? I'm finally winning at something after not being able to my whole damn life because of you. You know how fucked up that is? I really thought we were friends..." His words hung heavy in the air, laden with betrayal as he gripped his weapon tighter.
Without hesitation, Wes blindly shot through the closed door of the same closet he had been hiding in earlier. Just as he passed the closet door, it suddenly flew open behind him, revealing Amber, who had been lurking inside all along. In a swift motion, she leaped onto his back, wrapping her arms around his neck in a chokehold that cut off his air supply. Wes dropped to one knee, struggling to break free as he punched Amber's face over his shoulder, each blow fueled by desperation.
"Stop. Fucking. Up. My. ENDING!" Wes yelled, his frustration boiling over. Amber groaned in pain before finally releasing him and collapsing to the floor, gasping for breath.
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Liv had the upper hand over Gale, pinning her to the floor with her hands wrapped tightly around her throat. The pressure of Liv's grip tightened as she smirked down at Gale. "I was the last thing Dewey saw before he died, too. I can't believe I get to do you both," she taunted, relishing the moment. "No last-minute saves this time. Your story's over. Time to pass the torch..."
Gale's eyes darted to Sam, who was gasping and groaning beside her, struggling to regain her composure. Then, with a surge of determination, she looked back at Liv. "It's all yours, bitch," she said defiantly before yanking Liv's face toward hers and butting her forehead into Liv's nose. Liv stumbled back against the stove, her hip accidentally flipping on the burners as Sam shouted in alarm, instinctively jumping back from the sudden chaos.
The three women quickly regrouped beside each other, ready to face their adversary. "You want to do the honors?" Sidney asked Gale, her voice steady yet urgent.
Gale shook her head, casting a glance at Sam. "No. Let the new girl do it."
Liv's eyes widened in panic as she realized the impending danger. "Wait, wait, wait! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she pleaded, desperation flooding her voice.
"Fuck you," Sam shot back, her resolve hardening as she leveled the gun at Liv. Without hesitation, she pulled the trigger, firing three shots into Liv's chest. The force of the bullets sent Liv crashing back onto the lit stove, and the hand sanitizer that had splattered across her arms and face ignited in an instant.
Screaming in agony, Liv thrashed back and forth as the flames engulfed her. The three women stood side by side, watching in a mix of horror and satisfaction as the fire consumed their tormentor. Slowly, Liv's struggles began to subside, and eventually, her legs stopped kicking altogether.
"Enjoy that torch," Sidney breathed out, a somber finality in her tone as they witnessed the fiery end of their shared nightmare.
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ASSHOLES | scream au
FanfictionThe friend-group are assholes, literal assholes. Amber, she's a tease loves to pick and tease on people. Chad, he swears he's the strongest out of all of them which gets to the point of bragging. Mindy, she's an actual bitch. Tara, she may seem inno...
