Scream For Me

Chapter 20

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Eyes widened behind the mask, Ghostface slowly made his way closer to the door.

The sound of gunfire rang in his ears and it terrified him. The door wasn't open the cops weren't bursting through, there was the sound of a gun, two shots and that was it.

If it wasn't the cops firing then who was it? He always thought that the human condition's penchant to be afraid of the unknown was a ridiculous notion, but now he understood.

It was easier for him to think that there were police outside the door ready to gun him down, but now that he heard two bodies falling against the porch, he had no idea what to expect.

Who in this town was brave enough to shoot two officers?
Who would even bother doing so to save him?
And what kind of idiot wouldn't think that he would retaliate even if they helped him?

And how would he know they didn't want to just kill him themselves? Revenge; perhaps it was a good idea after all he had killed a lot of teenagers.

He should have more than enough angry parents on his ass for them to become so stupid and enraged that they would create a lynch mob after his hide. That was a logical answer, it was a logical idea perhaps that was what was waiting for him beyond that door.

Of course, that wouldn't exactly explain the soft whispers of his name coming from the other side of that door.

Of course it wasn't his alias, it was his real name.

Which unfortunately meant only one thing.
Alyssa had known he'd gotten himself in trouble and now she was going to be in just as much trouble as him.

Dammit! of course, as much as he cared about her she really did need to stop meddling she was going to get herself killed.
And that of course was the opposite of what he wanted to happen to her. She couldn't keep doing this it was too dangerous if she kept acting like this, if she kept trying to help him he was going to have to stop associating with her just to keep her safe.

Well, probably not as he didn't think either of them would be able to keep to that commitment but at the very least she needed to stop getting in his way.

Two cops?, yeah he could handle that ... Probably, and even if he couldn't she didn't need to be getting involved.

But now she had just murdered two cops or at least injured them severely, and they'd probably seen her face.
What was he supposed to do about that? The part of him that wasn't enthralled with her presence, despised that he hadn't killed her when he had the chance.

That part of himself though was much smaller than he had originally imagined it to be and he mostly didn't mind that she killed for him over and over again.

At the same time he knew that he needed to go out there and take care of the situation even if he had absolutely no idea how he was going to solve it in the first place.

Some brilliant plan would form in his mind it always did, and if it didn't well he would just kill anything in his path.

No biggie just bring her home and make sure she did the job right.

Yup, no biggie, no problem, A-OK, easy.

Who the hell was he trying to kid? This was a screw up on a level that usually got the killer killed, and that was just a peachy thought now wasn't it?

" Alyssa," Kyle open the door slowly and stepped onto the porch.

The first cop was clearly older than the second and he was closest to the door, gun had been drawn, but as he had died it had fallen limply from his fingers, and the murderer picked it up eagerly. He would not be taking any chances that either of the two would come back to life miraculously and shoot either him or Alyssa.

But it looked like she had done a good job aimed at him and hit him straight in the back. neither of the officers chests were rising or falling and there were no gasping breaths. But he was sure that there were other people that had heard the shots and there would be people calling the police, and he couldn't handle more police now.

He had to get Alyssa- The thought stopped cold.

He looked where he should've seen her standing and he was looking at himself.

She stood, and he knew it had to be her, but she was wearing his costume the one he was sure that he had left at her house just in case.

"What the hell are you doing here? And why are you wearing that?" He questioned.

"I got your text and I got worried." Had her posture not screamed at him how completely defenseless she was he might have chewed her out, but he didn't.

So instead he just grabbed her arm and started to drag her away from the carnage.
He would have to burn one of the costumes and dispose of the other in the sewers.

He could never risk them finding one covered in gunpowder and the other covered in Johanna's blood.

It would raise too many suspicions and he couldn't have anyone thinking that there were two them. He ended up dumping his costume and making her take off hers and allowing him to dawn it for the short walk to his home.

Had Alyssa not been so shaken at the prospect of having just shot two police officers, she might have even thought it impressive that she was being allowed into his home.

He had never once offered to let her come to his house, all the meetings being conducted in her home. She was nearly pushed through the door of the white house and she could still feel his annoyance, but at the same time her own curiosity at his life outside of her and his killings overpowered her squeamish nature that she was beginning to outgrow the longer she spent with him.

She wondered how he would feel about that once he realized it was happening. But right now she wanted to make sure he was all right.

"Alyssa I need you to go home." Kyle spoke deliberately as he folded up his costume until he could burn at a later point.

"You know I can't do that."

He gritted his teeth at her response.
Of course he knew that.

Someone had to have seen her when she shot those people, and even if she had wearing his costume his mask, he knew that she couldn't just go home.

Because it was too dangerous because if she went back home someone would see her, someone would find out about her and piece it all together.

And she would be arrested just like him.
He couldn't let that happen.

Teeth gritting together so tightly he worried they might shatter, that thought was pushed easily and the back of his mind and the one causing his teeth to smash together was pulled to the forefront.

He didn't want to do this.

He didn't want to tell her.

He didn't want to have to let her go.

"So what is it you really want me to do Kyle?" Running a hand through his short black locks the murder took a deep breath settling his nerves for what he was going to have to do.

The knife was sitting just a few inches away, on the side table just near the front door that was now locked and bolted shut.

It gleamed in the bright lights, the white walls the reminded him of the hospital, undecorated and blank because no one really lived there. Because this wasn't really a home.

The blood was turning from a lovely crimson to a dirty coppery brown as it dried against the blade.

He picked it up and he stared at her.

"I need you to die."

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A/N: oh no