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Here we are ladies and gents. Grab some popcorn, its about to get crazy. Basically this story is scream but with Bex and not Audrey and them?

Understandable? (It's not like the scream plot at all, just the calls and the mask. My plot will not have any similarity to the scream plot. There might be minor similarities but that's it)

Sorry for any mistakes, I haven't edited this when I know I probably should

$ting by The Neighbourhood

BEX

I felt my eyes flutter open slowly as I regained consciousness, feeling the instant feeling that I was royally fucked.

I had a bag over my head, and I could feel tight ropes around my hands. I brought my head down to my hands, ripping the bag off my head.

I could see small lights seeping through, and I knew I was in a barn. The barn was old, and the doors could shed the daylight through them.

The daylight wouldn't be there forever, though. I could already see the sunset. I recognized this barn, the one right next to the dock.

I struggled to move, and I tried and tried to break loose, but the only thing I accomplished was making my wrists red and irritated. The barn doors flung open, revealing the familiar mask, wearing a big tarp covering around them.

They approached me, tilting their head. "Where the fuck is she?" I growled, trying to be as intimidating as I could. The figure shook their head, placing a finger in the air and moving it left to right, as a parent would to a child as a way to say no.

I felt my stomach turn, the fear that she was dead built up inside me and turned into tears that threatened to spill out. "Don't hurt her," I begged. I gave up on trying to seem intimidating, because I wanted Chris and I to make it out of here alive.

The killer lifted up a blood stained knife, placing the blade on my skin, wiping the blood off onto my face. I cringed as he did so, leaving the red substance on my face.

"Show yourself you coward," I pleaded. He didn't budge, just did the infamous head tilt. He squats in front of me, his mask right in front of my face.

I looked into the blackness of the eyes, seeing nothing. "So, is that what I'm going to see when you butcher me? Black empty nothing?" I questioned, my voice cracked.

The killer stood to their feet, turning their back to me. I started freaking out, trying to get free of the ropes around my hands and feet. The killer left me a scroll, plopping it on my lap.

I gave him an evil look, grabbing it with my hands. I opened it, and read the text written in blood. IT HAS TO BE THIS WAY. I AM SORRY. "What the hell does that mean?" I whispered to myself, dropping the item from my hands as I watched the masked freak walk away from me.

"What the hell does that mean?" I yelled this time, trying to get the sicko's attention. I quickly came to a realization of what the text could possibly mean. "No! Don't you dare hurt her!"

I screamed as loud as I could, struggling to break free as the killer slammed the barn doors. I felt tears slip down my face, and I couldn't help but let out a loud, choked out sob.