Scream For Me (Scream fanfic)

Chapter Eight

The sun had just begun to set and she pulled herself away from the TV screen, pausing the movie.

"Rex!" the dog didn't respond. "Rex?" she walked into the laundry room where his kennel and dog bed were. He was lying in the bed, the mysterious bone next to him as he slept. She sighed, nudging him with her foot to try and wake him. He sagged with the slight movement, appearing to be entirely limp. "Oh my god, Rex?" She tried to check his breathing; he was, but just slightly. Pulling out her phone she began to call the family vet when her phone rang.

"Hello? Look my dog is sick I'll call you back."

"Ah so Rex liked my bone I take it?" she froze.

"What did you do to my dog?" She screamed, picking up the bone and clutching it in a fist with rage.

"Nothing too drastic... but you should be more worried about what I'm going to do to you, Alyssa." Everything fell into place at that moment. Her dog was nearly dead and she received a strange phone call? It was the murderer. It had to be. Her voice was caught in her throat and she rose to her feet as fast as she was able. Run. That was the clearest thought in her mind. If this sicko was basing his actions on the Stab movies and he original five killers than she was going to have to get out of the house because there was a more than a fair chance he was already inside. She sprinted from the room, hanging up her phone and running rather than trying to call the police. She would do that if she managed to even get out of there alive. Her feet pounded against the wood floor as she made a break for the back door. The curtains had been drawn; they were normally left open until night. He was already in the house. A dark form blocked her as she tried to escape and she dropped to the floor, sliding past his reach. She was playing soccer right now, only this time the ball represented her life. Rolling her weight she jumped back up to her feet and tried to reach the handle, the knife came down at that moment and she lunged away with a squeak and the curtains split under the blade. The killer turned to face her and she stood there, heart pounding in her chest and every one of her muscles coiled like a spring and ready to burst.

The Ghostface mask was terrifying. She had seen it before and always thought it looked silly. She had always felt sorry since it looked like the mask was about to start crying, giving its own silent screams of pain. But now she realized that she had misinterpreted that look, it was the look that you gave a victim, a knowing look that showed that you would feel just as much pain as they felt in their life as they killed you. However the person behind the mask wore a slightly annoyed expression. This girl was sharp as a tack. She had figured out what was going on before he had even gotten to have any fun. She was also very fast, he was going to have to play it safe this time and not screw around. She could prove to be very dangerous.

They stood there for a moment longer before she bailed, taking off towards the front door. She was fast, but he was faster, and he cut her off before she could make it too far and sunk his knife into her arm as she spun away from him, she cried out be wrenched herself away from the blade and ran into the living room. Throwing the closet door out as she passed it and causing him to run straight into it. he gave a small grunt of pain before slamming the door shut. Just in time for her to throw a heavy picture frame at him. Pain rippled though his arms that he had used to block it before he took off after her. she was nearly at the door again and he was nearly on top of her. she ducked under his reach and she ran towards the living room again.

Alyssa's arm was throbbing she had never been stabbed before and she would not let him sink his knife into her body again. Her lungs and legs burned and throbbed. She was sure that was more to do with the fact she was terrified than it did anything else. She chanced a glance over her shoulder and it was a mistake. Her foot caught on the coffee table, and she was sent tumbling to the ground, knocking over a vase and the table which fell on top of her leg with a crash. She cried out, pain blossomed in her leg with such intensity that she if she didn't already know how it felt to break a bone she might have thought her leg had been broken. She tried to push it off of her, but he was already there. He raised his knife and she groped around for anything she could use to defend herself. Hall of the broken vase cut into her hand and she grabbed it by the smooth edge and smashed it against his mask, he covered his face at the last moment and the glass was embedded in his arm. He grunted in pain but shook pulled the piece out. He set it off to the side; he would have to take that with him so that the police would not find the blood. He held her arms with one hand as she continued to struggle.

She glared up at those eyes and even though she was shaking with fear she gathered her courage, and spat in his face. She tried to use her free leg to kick him off and he slammed her into the floor, her head connected with a loud thud before her vision went blurry and she faded from consciousness. Knowing that she probably would not wake up again.