Scream For Me

Chapter 13

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Another few days passed and Alyssa was surprised her parents hadn't noticed how this 'friend' of hers has seemed to consume her life.
hell! he had consumed her life and it pissed her off to no end if she thought about it for too long.

When she didn't though she was a little bit frightened by the intensity that their new found friendship had on her life.
And since when had she started calling his stalking and barging into her home unannounced 'friendship'?

She supposed the when didn't matter as much as the why.
Why did she even care?
He was crazy and he killed people! He snooped around her room and read her diary whenever he could get his hands on it so she finally just gave up writing in it completely.

He'd never tried to hurt her again, but she was always on edge, just waiting for him to snap.
She hated how his mask hid what he was thinking unless he was laughing it was going to drive her insane if she had to keep living with the thought he was going to lose it and kill her.

She didn't want to think he would do that, she could admit she was start to like him. But she knew that the people you care about are always the ones who hurt you in the long run.

And in his case he could end up killing her.
The most frightening part however, was that she wasn't scared of the pain of dying, but the emotional pain she would feel if he ended her life.

Meanwhile Ghostface was lounging about his house.
it was too hot, he groaned, cursing everything that his air conditioner sucked, he longed for somewhere colder.

The arctic should be nice this time of year, he mused.
maybe he would go over to Alyssa's house, her place was always like a freezer. That would be nice.

He stood up, and gathered his costume, putting it in his bag and walking out the front door.
he would put it on when he got to her house.
he had been going over there a lot more often lately, she was just so amusing to tease, and she was so strong.

It was her strength that he thought drew him to her. she was a fighter, she fought him when he'd tried to kill her, and she continued to fight this...bond that was forming between them. she was his own version of Sidney Prescott. She was just so...perfect.

But that thought disturbed him so he quickly banished it from his mind before he snuck into her house.

Rex greeted him and he played with the large dog for a moment before he put on his mask, forgoing the rest of the outfit due to the heat, and going to her kitchen.
he knew she was home alone today so he opened the freezer and looked around success! Ice cream!

She heard the freezer door open and some quick rummaging before it closed.
No one should be home yet, her eyes narrowed and she snuck around the corner, the pillow from the living room couch clutched in her hand and her muscles tense and ready to pounce. for once she was the preditor and he was her prey! She hopped from behind the corner and chucked the pillow at him.

"AH HA!" her triumphant outburst was suddenly cut off by her intense confusion.

"Wait...what are you doing?"

there was a long awkward silence and she observed him eating her ice cream, the pillow that she'd thrown caught in one hand.

"It's hot."

"So you came over to my house to steal my ice cream..?"

"Yup." He ate a spoonful of the frozen treat, his mask pushed up just enough to allow the movement.

He chuckled when she smashed her forehead into the wall with a dull 'thunk'. She shuffled out of the room and he grabbed a second spoon before following her into the living room.

She scooted over on to make room for him and he gave her a spoon. "This show is stupid."

"Shut up." They continued to eat and watch the TV in silence.

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