SCREAM - THE ANGEL OF DEATH

CHAPTER THREE

The thin arm extended from beneath the white silk sheets of the double bed as the ringtone of their phone roared to life, jolting them from their sleep and bringing them to the world of the early birds, they picked up the phone, accepted the call and dragged it back under the covers and lifted it to the ear, with a yawn they spoke.

"Hello?"

A chuckle came from the other end. "Hello, Sidney".

Sidney yawned. "Yes?"

"What's your favourite scary movie?"

She sighed and took the phone away from her ear and smiled at the screen. She looked at the number then put it back to her ear. "Well, +1-555-619-6614 it seems you forgot to put your phone on private. So, I guess my favourite scary movie is the one where you go the jail for harassment".

She heard the voice crack on the other end. "Oh, shit!"

Sidney chuckled and ended the call and uncovered herself from the blankets and sighed up at her roof. Her hair was messy, knotted and laced along her forehead.

She blinked. Her eyes examined the wet patch on the roof. It had been leaking for the past few weeks, and she was meaning to get someone to fix it, but she never made the call. She rolled onto her side and looked at the corner of the room, laying on the dog bed near the doorway to the bathroom was Baxter her Golden Retriever. She smiled and cooed him over, he uncurled from his position with his tail wagging rapidly and ran towards the bed. He leapt up, and she captured him and gave him a kiss on the side of his body as he ran around the bed.

She laughed as he jumped from side to side. "Good morning to you, buddy!"

She jumped from the bed. Baxter followed, they walked out of the room and down the long hallway. She went into the kitchen, Baxter barked and ran to his doggy bowl, she smiled at and brushed the hair from her face as he eyes scanned up to the door of her apartment that was open ajar. Sidney frowned and looked around.

"Probably nothing" Sidney said, and turned to her dog who barked at her once more. She smiled and grabbed his food and began pouring it into his bowl. "Eat up boy", the phone mounted on the wall suddenly rang and she sighed and walked over to it.

She answered it. "Hello?"

"Surprise, Sidney"

She cried out as Ghostface jumped out and plunged the knife deep into her chest, he then yanked it from her chest and Sidney dropped.

The movie was paused. Sidney Prescott, very much alive and well, sighed and shook her head. She had paused as the opening title of STAB 9: A BLAST FROM THE PAST was sent across the screen. Sitting beside her was Jennifer, her agent. Her mouth was hanging it open in shock.

"Jesus" said Jennifer.

Sidney laughed. "Yup. They bring them out almost every year now!" Sidney turned to her as Jennifer gave her a terrified look. Sidney was used to it so she just smiled and squeezed her shoulder supportively. "Don't freak out about it. After so many years of threatening to sue them I gave up and let them do whatever they want".

"I get that but Jesus, Sid. They just knifed you on screen!"

"Tori Spelling does a good job as me though, don't you think?"

Jennifer just chuckled nervously. "Why are you letting them do this?"

Sidney thought for a moment. "I believe it will help with my campaign. I want them to remove violence from cinema and stop what happened to me all those years ago from happening again. And there's another movie out that shows me getting killed. I think this will work out just fine".

"Brilliant", Jennifer remarked. "Clever, brilliant, but a little scary".

"If it helps me then I'm okay with it" replied Sidney. "Now, the real reason why I asked you over is to have you have a look at my campaign presentation and tell me if you think it will pass".

Jennifer smiled and nodded. "Okay, sure. Let me take a look".

Sidney's head turned as the phone in the kitchen started ringing. She frowned and looked at the time. It was almost ten-thirty at night, she got up from the lounge and walked into the kitchen. She brushed her hair back behind her ear and picked it up and answered it. She was hesitant.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Sidney? It's-"

"Oh, my god. Dewey! Hi!"

"How are you, Sid?"

Sidney smiled brightly. "I'm really good, I was just having my agent look at my campaign for the speech. How are you?"

"I- I've been better. Listen, Sid. I need to tell you something" Dewey spoke.

"What is it, Dewey?"

"Something bad has happened. I don't know how to really tell you, but you can't return to Woodsboro. Not yet".

"Dewey look if you messed up the party I don't mind. I'm here to see my friends and that's it" Sidney said. Dewey laughed, but she sensed something was wrong. "Unless it's something a bit more worrying. What's going on?"

"You might want to sit down for this, Sidney".

"Dewey, please. Just tell me".

"Two teenagers were murdered here last night. Sidney, we think it's starting again".

Sidney closed her eyes. "No, no it can't be. I put a stop to this with Jill!"

"I'm telling you this so if you want to cancel coming home you can, or we can be prepared and have you under twenty-four-hour protection if you decide to come and move on with this speech".

"Dewey, I refuse to let this stop me again. I won't be a victim again".

Dewey sighed. "Do you think returning will be smart?"

"I don't know. Look, can I call you later? I just need to sit down and think about this" Sidney asked.

"Yeah, yeah of course. Call me soon".

Sidney ended the call and leant up against the kitchen island and closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. Her blood ran cold and she opened her eyes and ran a hand through her hair. This wasn't how her night was supposed to go.