'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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KITTY WALKED OUT OF THE BATHROOM WHEN A LOUD, BLOOD CURDLING SCREAM ECHOED THROUGH THE MACHER HOUSE.
Just before she could go investigate, Sidney erratically sprinted out of Stu's parent's bedroom. Tears streaming down her cheeks. Her breathing uneven. Her eyes wide with fear as she bumped into a confused looking Kitty.
"He's dead!" Sidney screamed, grabbing both of Kitty's shoulders. She looked back behind her shoulder at where she came from, "I'm sorry!"
Kitty furrowed her brows, "Who? Who's dead?" She asked, her voice much calmer than Sidney's.
"Billy!" Sidney screamed, "Come on, we gotta go!" She panicked. Grabbing hold of Kitty's wrist as she pulled her along.
"Billy?" Kitty asked, letting herself follow her panicked friend, "No, no, he can't--"
Suddenly, the door opposite to the staircase flung open. Ghostface running out of it. The killer's knife glistening underneath the warm lights inside the house.
Sidney and Kitty both screamed. Sidney came to a sudden halt, not knowing where to go or what to do, so Kitty had to grab her wrist this time and pulled her along, running up the stairs towards the attic seeing as it was the only path free from Ghostface. Both teens had tears streaming down their faces at the fact that Ghostface had now gotten Billy Loomis. The same person Sidney wrongfully had accused of being the actual killer. The same person that used to cuddle Kitty to sleep every night when she would wake up from nightmares. Was now lying in Stu Macher's parent's bedroom, red surrounding him.
"Come on, come on," Kitty ushered Sidney into the attic and both of them slammed the door shut right as they entered, just before Ghostface could reach them. Turning the lock.
But Ghostface wasn't giving up.
They were outside the door, slamming their body into it. With the door being so old, Kitty could see it beginning to splinter and the wear and tear from years of the lack of upkeep on it was now showing.
"What do we do?" Sidney asked, grabbing her roots as she looked around the room with a panicked expression, one that turned into a disturbed one when she spotted some of the things in the attic.
There were what looked like dolls ranging from ropes from the ceiling. Almost mirroring the exact same style of hanging that Casey Becker and Principal Himbry themselves had become victims of in their last moments alive. There were cardboard boxes sprawled around the room, blocking the path from being straightforward. Cobwebs and dust had gathered around, but even as two teens scared of spiders, that didn't seem to bother either of the girls. Not when the killer was still trying to break the door down.
