SCREAM: INCEPTION

HERE COMES THE HORROR

With every day that passes, the more the deaths of innocent people continue to pile up. Everyone has been effected in some way by the events of the past week. But no one has been as mentally and psychologically scared by occurrences than the young Brazilian man known as Josue, who had accidentally murdered his own brother in an attempt to get rid of the killer once and for all. But unfortunately he failed and ended up stabbing his adopted brother, Karam. The game is nearing an end and the number of possible victims are reducing. It's no longer a question of how the killer will strike next, it's only a matter of when.

Alma and Niche were sitting together in the cafeteria eating lunch. They almost had nothing to say to each other considering the recent events that had occurred the night before. Both were incredibly traumatized by what they had witnessed.

Alma: Do you think Josue's gonna be ok?

Niche: Yah he's a strong guy he'll get through it eventually. Thankfully he stayed home. He's gonna need a long time to recover from what happened last night.

Alma: I'm just glad the police believed our story.

Niche: That's not gonna last long. It's only a matter of time before Josue cracks from the guilt building up inside of him and turns himself in.

Alma: Ok first you say that Josue's a strong guy and now you're saying it's only a matter of time before he cracks?

Niche: It's a complicated situation isn't it. Let's just be glad that both Josue and Alex are home where they are safe.

Alma let out a huge sigh. She was really worried about her friends and now she's even more worried that Josue might end up spending time behind prison bars. Things just seem to be getting worse and worse by the day. There's only so much they can all take at once before all that pressure and fear lead to a breaking point causing somebody to snap.

Alma: Don't look now but a couple of douchebags are coming our way.

Mae: Alma! Niche! So good to see you guys!

It was Mae and Calvin.

Alma: (stands up) Mae! Good to see you baby girl, kisses muah, muah

Calvin: Hey Niche. It's been a while since we last ran into each other.

Niche stayed silent, but she kindly waved at him while having a clearly forced smile across her face. Calvin did not appreciate the lack of friendliness that was showcased in Niche's actions. He grabbed his plate of noodles and "accidentally" dumped them on Niche's head.

Calvin: Whoops! Sorry.

Niche's eyes began to widen. She grabbed her slice of pizza and was prepared to risk getting detention for throwing food at other people when suddenly, she was stopped.

Mae: (quickly walks over in front of Niche) Careful with that pizza Niche. We wouldn't want any specific information about you to get out now would we?

Niche stayed silent and her anger quickly turned into a feeling of fear and anxiety. Mae gave her a mysterious wink before her and Calvin walked away laughing at each other. Alma slowly approached Niche with a question at the tip of her tongue.

Alma: What are they talking about?

Niche: I- I gotta go. grabs backpack and leaves

With another day at school finally finished, and everyone in town has had their dinner, the sun had officially set and nighttime had arrived. Normally most teenagers would refrain from having sex on a school night, but for Calvin and his friends with benefits, Declan, none of that mattered. While Calvin's parents were out to dinner, him and Declan decided to spice things up in his bedroom while they had the opportunity.

Declan: You sure you want to do this?

Calvin: Yah I'm sure.

The two high school teenagers in high school began to lock lips with each other in a passionate manner. The ceiling fan was on which was meant to freshen the room, but things were definitely heating up. They began to take each other's clothes off revealing more and more skin with each second that passed. And after about 40 minutes later, the sheets were covered in both sweat and sticky, sweet goodness.

Calvin: So? How was that?

Declan: Eh, I've had better.

Calvin: Censored what do you mean you've had better?

Declan: I mean I'm just saying it's not as good as you were hyping it up to be over the phone.

Calvin: Get the hell out of my house!

Declan: (puts clothes back on) Alright fine. Damn. leaves the house

As Declan was walking towards his car, he noticed something peculiar about it. It was covered in what seemed like some sort of clear liquid. His temper began to rise to an all time high. First he was kicked out of someone's house for having an opinion about the way they had sex, and now somebody had tampered with his car.

Declan: Who the hell did this?!

There was no response from anyone. There was not a single person in sight roaming the streets of the neighborhood. Frustrated and angry, Declan walked towards the front seat of his car, opened the door, got inside, and slammed it shut. He proceeded turning on the car, but as much as he tried the car would not turn on.

Declan: Shit!

Filled with rage, Declan tried opening the car door to see if anything was wrong with it from the outside, but the door wouldn't budge open. He tried the other doors but nothing worked. He was trapped. And just as things couldn't seem to get worse, they did. For it wasn't water that the car was covered in. It was gallons and gallons of gasoline. Declan looked at his review mirror and saw a shadowy figure standing right behind his car holding a lighter. It was someone wearing a black cloak and a pale, white ghost face mask.

Declan: Holy fuck!

He began to go into a state of panic. He tried breaking open a window, but he remembered that he had them replaced with bullet proof glass. There was no where he was able to go. The killer carefully tossed the turned on lighter on to the car causing the entire vehicle to light on fire.

Declan: HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME! CALVIN!

As much as he tried to call for help, there wasn't a response from anyone anywhere. Time passed. No sign of help anywhere from anybody, but it wouldn't make any difference because it was too late. Declan had burnt to a crisp along with his vehicle which was still on fire. The number of victims continue to pile up, and the killer still is yet to be unmasked. Who could be underneath the mask? Who's the one responsible for all of these murders?

Meanwhile at a certain someone's house, someone was sitting at his desk holding the very same mask that the killer always wears. He held it in his hands with a smile on his face.

Voice from downstairs: Dinner's ready!

Christian: Coming mom!

Christian hid the mask in his sock drawer and went downstairs for dinner. The plot thickens, and the game comes closer and closer to an end. And there's no telling what could happen next.