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The wake had been beautiful but the ceremony was more difficult than he had originally imagined, even so he studiously played the part of the devastated boyfriend.
It was a token ceremony, they had not found most of her body yet, he had made sure of that. He wanted to give her his own ceremony.
The loud sobs emanating from the front of the room belonged to both her obnoxious best friend and her mother.
But he ignored them; it was easy enough for him to do it only had taken him a few hours to bury his own guilt. That however had been several days ago and the cops had stopped looking after they'd found a large pool of blood on her windowsill and a horrifying amount of flesh at the base of the tree and embedded on the bark.
Police assumed she had been stabbed and pushed out of the window and fallen through the branches. When she had landed disoriented and stunned the killer had attempted to carve her apart but moved locations out of fear of being caught.
That was his fault.
Alyssa hadn't taken to kindly to his suggestion, and he supposed it was only natural that she would run.
Unfortunately he had taught her rather well and she ran as soon as he had given her that look and unfortunately he hadn't been wearing his costume so she had gotten a head start.
Even so by the time he caught up to her she had already been running in the front door and locking it behind her. Fortunately he was well skilled in scaling the tree up into her room and there he waited. The shadows formed by the branches concealed his already darkened figure and he skulked there silently.
He pushed the thought out of his mind. He didn't want to remember her screams or the feel of his knife cutting into her flesh for the last time, the slick feel of her blood as it smoothed over his fingers.
He pushed those thoughts away less they torment him again.
He never thought that he could ever become disgusted with taking life. After over fourteen killings, after over fourteen people falling to his blade he never thought that blood and screams could disturb him as much as hers had.
His reign of terror over Woodsboro was finally nearing its end. Sidney Prescott be damned, he was smart enough to know when to stop. Or perhaps it was just his guilt clawing around under his skin that made him want to end this.
But what did it matter now? One more murder, just one more and he would be finished. His eyes narrowed on the front of the room, yes just one more.
Just hours after the funeral a shack on the outskirts of town went up in flames. Tasha was found dead inside once the flames were put out, her dead body having been positioned so that it sat upright in a chair facing the back window.
As the corpse stiffened her arm was moved so that she was pointing at the expanse of trees beyond. The message was clear as the letters, when looked at from a distance, formed a final message to the police.
'My hero has fallen. I'm bored with her dead. Goodbye'
As to not allow the cops to believe that the worthless snoop in the building was the one he was speaking of, he wrote the message in the blood of his girl.
His final girl who just hadn't made it that far in the movie.
He was grateful no one expected him to play the joker anymore.
He'd lost every reason he had to smile.
No one really noticed as the months passed and the town kept moving forward after the tragedy it had suffered and a year later he graduated alone.
His parents had actually come to the ceremony for which he was glad of; it gave him a chance to tell them he was moving.
When they had come home a week before his things had already been packed, his horror movie collection sold, the music box, necklace, and knife hidden away in the boxes with his other important belongings.Springwood would be a better location for him. he'd heard the Nightmares had started up there again, maybe he'd find a companion of the murderous type there.
Maybe he'd find something else there to make him happy again.But he could only hope that her screams hadn't killed whatever was left of his humanity.
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A/N: and we're at an end. Dw there's still an epilogue.
Even though I don't own this book but this really caught my eye. I've seen many scream fanfic but non of them were original by that I mean both the characters were oc. And I really liked it. You don't find this kind of thing. Let me know what you guys thought of this

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Scream For Me
Mystère / ThrillerGhostface is back and slashing and stabbing through a new crop of teenagers! but along the way will he find one that he can't, and just doesn't want to kill? . . OC X OC . ATTENTION I DO NOT own this story, it belongs to its rightful owner, the or...