Scream For Me (Scream fanfic)

Chapter One

The transparent yellow-green liquid flowed into the cup with a light sizzle. It seemed loud in her ears as she replaced the lid on the two liter bottle of Mountain Dew and put it away. The microwave beeped a moment later and she pulled out her popcorn, the buttery scent wafted about the room and she eagerly waited for it to cool down enough to be edible. Sidney smiled gathering her food and walking into her living room. It was her parent's date night and her little brother was staying at a friend's house. She figured that she should enjoy herself and chose a movie marathon inorder to do just that. The lights were dimmed and the TV was light up with the opening previews to one of her favorites, Scary Movie, and her snacks sat on the side table. She relaxed for a moment before the telephone blared though the room. Eyes snapping towards the device she answered on the second ring.

"Hello?" there was a long bout of static. "Look if you were important enough to know my family then you'd know to call our cell phones. Goodbye." She hung up and looked back at the screen. The phone blared again in time with her cell phone. She chose to answer her cell. "Hello?"
"Hello. Do you like scary movies?" Her eyebrow furrowed what kind of a question was that supposed to be?

"May I ask who is calling?"

"Ohh, good manners, are you always so polite?"

"Most of the time... Who is this? Ricky?"

"Maybe... what's your name?"

"If you knew me you wouldn't need to ask." She shifted on the couch; this man's voice was starting to get to her. It was rough and dark, she felt like taking a bath and she hadn't even said anything really.

"You're right I don't need to ask. You're Sidney Turner, of 13 Crystal Lane. You have a brother and both of your parents, you have no pets you just turned sixteen two months ago, you slept with Dane Smith two weeks before that. And you look lovely in that baby-blue tank top black yoga-pants combo." The phone clattered to the floor noisily and her breathing became labored. Eyes darted everywhere. She slowly bent down to retrieve the fallen device, just as a loud thump sounded from the hall opposite her back door. "W-Who's there?" the voice blared though the phone in response, causing her to flinch.

"NO! You never say that! Don't you watch horror movies! Saying that is like a death wish!"

"What do you want? Who are you!" Glass shattered down the hall and she jumped.

"I want to play a game."

"I'll call the police! Leave me alone!"

"Call the police, that's fine, but first you'll play with me. And I'll make you a deal. I am in your house. I know exactly where you are, but you don't know where I am. We're going to play hide and seek. It's a very fun and simple game. Have you ever played it before?"

"Please leave..."

"It's an easy question Sidney." It took her a moment to compose herself. Her stomach was pitching and rolling around her body like a toy boat in a tsunami. What was going on? How was she going to work her way out of this? She was so scared.

"Yes..." She finally murmured.

"Good! In our game, we will hide and seek at the same time. You will try and find where I am located and hide from me and I will let you ask me three questions in return. If you manage to hide well enough that I do not find you after you have asked your three questions, you live. If I find you," bone chilling laughter wafted through the speaker and she shivered, tears beginning to prick her eyes. "You die. I will gut you like a trout and watch as your organs land in a pool at your feet."

"No I don't want to play! Go away!"

"YOU DON'T GET A CHOICE LITTLE SIDNEY!" she yelped at the sudden intensity of the voice. "In fact before we play," his voice lowered again and chirped through the phone enthusiastically, "Why don't you call the police? They'll never get here in time to save you anyway." She gritted her teeth and slowly made her way into the kitchen, sliding a large knife out of its place holder. She was terrified. Her hands shook as they clenched around the knife and she tried to punch in the correct three numbers that might save her life. Her phone blared in her hands, screaming out 'Baby' and she cringed and answered.

"H-Hello?"

"Times up little Sidney. Let's get started Sidney. You have three questions. If I find you before you've asked all of them then you die."

"Why are you doing this?" She shook, creeping down the hallway, she just needed to get to the door then she could run.

"Motives are so cliché. Do I need one? But you did ask so I might as well tell you, I want to kill people. Billy Loomis and Stu Macher were insane, even more so than me, but they created a legend, and legends need to live on. I'm preserving our town's history in blood." she whimpered slightly as she saw that somehow the man on the phone had spread glass shards down the entire hallway without her noticing. She would have to go another way if she was to going to get out. Having her feet sliced to ribbons would not help her in the long run when she escaped her home. "Two more questions Sidney. Make your move."

"Who are you?"

"Ghostface."

"That's not what I meant and you know it you sick bastard!" She growled, and stopped moving, she heard a crash somewhere behind her, she spun around, darting into the adjoining hallway that lead to her garage door.

"One question left Sidney, you'd better choose carefully. I'm right on top of you." Tears began to trickle from her eyes as she whipped around to face the open hallway.

"Where are you!"

"RIGHT BEHIND YOU SIDNEY!" She shrieked and turned, flinging open the door and nearly running into the man. Her phone clattered to the floor as she turned and ran, not waiting a second more after seeing the gleaming knife the man was holding. She had to run! She screamed as glass shards were imbedded into the souls of her feet and slid, falling onto the glass covered hardwood with a yelp of pain and sobs as more glass was pushed though her skin. The man hovered over her and watched as she scuttled on the floor like a cockroach as she attempted to find her footing again. She was crying, pathetic. And she was screaming, crying out for help that would only arrive too late. He brandished his knife and kicked her onto her back. He had really hoped his first kill would have been more exciting, he had hoped she would have just a bit more fight in her.

A foot swung out and connected with his shin and he grunted in slight pain as the girl cried out as the glass was pushed further into her foot. She scrambled to her feet and tried to run again, taking off towards the living room. His boots crunched against the glass for a moment before he doubled back and cut her off as she was scrambling over to the back door. She saw him and screamed again, her foot catching on the coffee table and falling once again. It was nearly perfect he decided and he approached the girl, dazed by her impact with the ground. She was following all of the rules just perfectly! He saw blood on the carpet even in the dark and wondered here it had come from; it didn't look like it had come from her minor injuries. She rolled over to her back, and the knife she'd been holding was lodged into leg. She whimpered and tears ran in steady streams down her face. He laughed, pulling her to her feet. He wouldn't let her suffer for long. He had never found torture very appealing or tasteful in horror movies. He gripped his blade tightly in his fist and thrust it into her chest she cried out, her voice sailing through the air for a moment before she suddenly cut off with a choked gurgling noise and some spatters as he did as he's promised and laid her insides out on the floor at their feet. He felt like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. He felt brilliant. He felt whole. It was wonderful something that he would want to feel more often. Something that he would have to kill to keep. And he was just fine with that.