Chapter twenty four,

my brother was a good person, you bitch

Italics — Jill Roberts

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   Adrenaline was kicking inside her.

   Samantha who had already shoved both girls in front of her, both simply beginning to run a direction that wouldn't allow them an exit, but it wasn't until Samantha grabbed their hands, and going towards the stage.

   "This way," she had rushed out keeping a firm grip on both girls.

   All three had easily stumbled back when Ghostface jumped out the curtains of the stage, and quickly turning around only for another to appear, shaking their head around and simply parading the knife around.

   Turning their heads to look for a different outcome, yet there was no solid outcome from this. They were completely trapped.

   Amaya had just swallowed down her own saliva in pure fear, she didn't want to die, especially in the hands of Ghostface, 'cause all she was fucking worried about right now was surviving this, and figure out if her boyfriend was even alive after the multiple stabs he's endured, and finding where they had left their daughter at!

   "Look beneath you."

   Her eyes had simply roamed around until she glanced down, eyes scattering around until she had found what she was meant to find, "Sam look." Amaya had whispered, finger pointing to the three bricks.

   Samantha who had easily picked them up, and handing them out to each girls, all ready having a plan in mind. Throwing the bricks at them, so they have a better chance at escaping this shit!

   "Ready?" Samantha began questioning them, their hands already gripping onto the bricks, slowly rocking their arm to throw them, but being slightly hesitant, "I need you both to be ready! Ready?" She had retorted, again, 'cause this plan needed to work, and they had to agree.

   "Stop being a pussy, and just throw it!"

   Amaya who had gently shut her eyes slightly hesitated of the outcome, but simply focusing on her 'Aunts' words, she needed to stop being a pussy. And, simply opening her eyes back up, after being slightly hesitant at first of throwing the brick, as she had slightly exhaled.

   There was a sudden shift inside of her that just flickered, and giving her no damn regrets on throwing the brick.

   "Both of you look at me!" Samantha yelled at them, capturing both of their attentions as they nodded their heads, confirming that they were ready.

   "I'm ready!" Both exclaimed.

The two girls twisting their entire bodies to simply look at the one that was towards the exit where they had first entered from, Tara and Amaya exchanged glances to each other as if they were both communicating towards one another in the head before speaking, "Come on motherfucker!" Both had sneered at him in pure venom, and just as they were about to throw it, shots were suddenly heard, and their bodies simply dunking, allowing the figures to ultimately disappear.

All three had ultimately glanced through the stage, and slowly standing right back up, and noticing that it was just kirby who had looked disoriented and all bloody from her neck, and some blood being held in her shirt,"It's okay!" She had attempted to reassure them, slightly panting after the encounter she had with one of them earlier.

"Believe her, you know her best!"

Samantha who slowly spat in anger, "Stay the fuck back!" Pushing both girls behind her, and protecting them from Kirby, "We know it's you, Kirby!" Tara who stood on the right side of her sister simply added that in pure venom.

Kirby who shook her head, and walking towards them, and simply pointing her finger behind the stage, "No, one of them knocked me down!" Her heart dropping at the accusation, and simply looking at Amaya in hopes that she didn't believe this accusation.

Amaya stood on the left side of Samantha had easily spoken up after the Carpenter sisters, and quickly shaking her head that here they go, again with this accusation shit, "It can't be her, Sam!" Amaya Defended Kirby, all while rolling her eyes at Samantha, "Seriously, come on?" She snapped.

Samantha who had defensively began speaking and keeping her stance, "I understand you have attachment issues, 'cause you lost Dewey, but seriously, Amaya!? Kirby has been playing us, and you since the very beginning. She's fucking Ghostface!" She had shouted, her eyes simply glaring at Kirby not noticing the hurt that was written all over Amaya's face that she pulled that card.

She really despised that fucking card. . . and, also mentioning that she has developed some attachment issues ever since the loss of her Padrino, but she couldn't really help it getting attached, so easily.

"Fucking bitch!"

Kirby who had gotten deeply saddened at how Samantha used that card on Amaya had easily spoken up, "You have to believe me, it's not me!" Kirby who continued proving her own innocence.

The two sisters who weren't budging.

Though, the voice of Detective Bailey's was the heard, "Kirby stop! Get away from the girls!" He had shouted. His figure was simply shown approaching the four, walking steady with the gun in his hand, and standing across from all of them.

It was then that Kirby also pointed her gun at Detective Bailey, as well. 'Cause she had found it odd how he appeared out the blue, and from the corner.

Detective Bailey who was still maintaining his stare fixated on Kirby, gun simply pointed at her still, "Did you kill my daughter?" He had questioned her.

   Kirby who kept her glare fixated on him, "Jesus Christ!" Kirby had shouted at him, gun still pointed towards him, and simply beginning to speak to the twins, but also not wanting to avoid the eye contact that she was holding with Detective Bailey, "Whatever he's been saying to you, don't listen to him! He's probably the killer!" She simply sneered.

   Ding! ding! Ding!

   Gun still pointed towards him until Kirby's eyes had simply widened when she had seen both Ghostface approaching Detective Bailey, "Behind you!" She had shouted.

   It was then that Detective Bailey shot Kirby.

   All three of them had ultimately stood there in just complete shock, twisting their entire bodies to fully glance at Detective Bailey, and the two figures who's identities still remained unknown.

   Detective Bailey who had easily spoken to the two figures, smile on his face, "Great Job. Both of you!" He had simply complimented them.

   "You?" Tara shakily said.

   "Ah— Of course, me." He retorted, his arms slightly spreading, "I expected more from the three of you after what you did to us!" He had slightly chuckled.

"Excuse me?"

   "What do you mean us?"

   It was then that one of the figures had ultimately began taking of their mask, and to her fucking surprise it was just who she had began suspecting lately.

   Ethan fucking Landry.

   Ethan who just had a sinister smile planted on his face, glancing at all three of them with the smile on his face not disappearing, "Mindy was right!" He chuckled humorously, "I mean, all I had to do to meet you three was room with a conceded condescending Alpha. . ." His eyes simply roaming towards Amaya when he had spoken this last portion,"Literally named Chad, and, Fuck it felt good to kill him!" He laughed

"Fuck you!" Amaya spat.

Ethan who had chuckled at her response, eyes then flickering towards Samantha, raising the mask that was in his hand, "This was your grandmothers, Sam!" Knife pointing directly at the mask, "Nancy Loomis. . . it really does run in your fucking family, doesn't it? Though, speaking of family. . . my names not Ethan Landry, isn't it dad?" His smile widened after noticing their shocked expression.

Detective Bailey who just chuckled.

"Dad?"

Samantha who was in just completely disbelief, spoken up, "Wait— if it's you two that just leads. . . Mindy?" Sam shakily retorted.

"Seriously? Is she fucking serious?"

It was then that this figure had also began taking of their mask, and in just clear disbelief it was Quinn, but she was fucking dead? She died the same night that Anika had died!

Quinn smiled wickedly, "Hey, Roomies!" She had slowly began speaking, as her eyes drifting towards Amaya. It was really easy for Amaya to detect the glint of hatred that was headed her direction from Quinn, "And, Amaya. You three didn't see that coming, did you now?" Simply taunting them.

"Yeah because you died!" Tara shouted.

"I kinda didn't, though. . . it was a good way to get off the suspect list." She slowly began simply waving the knife around in the air, and  speaking up again, "Stab Gale Weathers, Stab Lorenzo Delgado, Stab Mindy on the train and simply kidnapping Paloma." Quinn taunted.

"Wait. . . what?" Sam muttered out, eyes glancing at Amaya 'cause she didn't know even know about this.

Amaya clenched her jaw, "Where's my daughter, Quinn? Give me my daughter back, you fucking bitch!" Amaya sneered at her in venom.

Quinn who had given Amaya a sarcastic smile with a hint of mischievous written all over her face, speaking, "Your daughters already fucking dead," She pointed the knife towards Amaya's direction, "Stupid little bitch wouldn't stop crying, begging for her parents, or grandpa, I had to silence her at some fucking point, right dad?" She had faked a pity, eyes looking at her dad.

Detective Bailey who chuckled, "She's got that right, I'll be sure to give someone her last remains — " He laughed when he seen her expression, 'cause it was a simple lie. In fact the little brat was hidden in here somewhere, and will most likely remain an orphan after this is all over, "But, oh you'll be dead soon, so there's really no one to keep her remains. The ocean sound poetic, ain't that right kids?"

The three chuckled.

All while Amaya had clenched both of her fists together, eyes glaring at all three of them, but specifically Quinn Bailey.

Samantha who attempted changing the subject, 'cause she can see Amaya was about to snap and she couldn't risk Amaya getting hurt right now, "How the fuck did you manage to get away with all this shit, huh?" She shouted at them.

Detective Bailey who had simply chuckled at her question, "Well— I just made sure I was first on the scene, so I can switch her body up with a fresh one. Little fake blood, a prosthetic. You'd be amazed at what a grieving father can get away with." He simply taunted them.

   Detective Bailey simply approaching them, and making the three girls slowly back away, as they glanced around, noticing that Quinn and Ethan were going the opposite sides.

   Quinn who has spoke excitedly, "I got Stu Machers mask," Waving the mask around, "He was my favorite."

   It was then that Ethan had placed the mask in what was seem to be Nancy Loomis outfit, and making the three girls to glance that direction, but remained close together.

   Detective Bailey who spoke, pointing his fingers at each mask that were simply being around the place, "Nice that's number three, that's two. . ." He had slowly began, ultimately capturing the three girls attentions when they had seen the last mask, "Which leads your fathers, but here's a twist." He taunted them.

   Eyes landing an Amaya before he dug back into his jacket, and pulling out a mask that was already found, "This belonged to your Aunt Jill Roberts. . ." He taunted her before his eyes had glanced back at Samantha, "This is what we've been counting down too, Sam. I'm gonna need you both two put them on." He taunted Sam and Amaya.

   "Don't you fucking do it, it's a trick!"

   Samantha who had gotten really aggravated, had ultimately smacked both masks out of his hands, "Fuck you!" It was then that Ethan had sliced Sam's arm, and making her back away.

   Amaya and Tara holding Sam protectively.

   "Stay the fuck back! You stay the fuck away from them!" Tara and Amaya had both given different responses, yet meant the same thing.

   Samantha who's slightly stuttered with confusion written all over her face, "W-what is this you all do this as a family?" She had spat at them.

   Quinn who had came stepping towards them with the knife pointed towards them, "Oh, yeah bitch! You should know better than anyone!" She yelled in venom.

   "They're still not getting it!?"

   Samantha who turned towards Bailey, speaking back to him, "Look I don't know what you believe, but I didn't commit those murders in Woodsboro, it wasn't me!" She had shouted already aggravated, holding onto her bloody arm.

   "Oh we know that," Detective Bailey began, "Of course, you didn't! What do you think this is all based up on conspiracy theories, come on who do you think started the rumors about the both of you?" He had easily taunted Samantha and Amaya.

   Allowing all three to glance at Quinn who raised her hand in the air slowly putting it down, "Do you know how easy it was to turn Sam from the hero of Woodsboro? Into the Villain?" She clasped her hands together, her eyes glancing at Amaya with hatred as well, "And, how easy it was for me to turn Amaya into some whore who liked sleeping around, and accusing innocent people? Look how easy it is to convince the worst in people rather than the best!" She sneered, teeth slightly gritting.

  "You're fucking crazy!"

  "Don't you know it bitch!"

   It was then that Ethan had interrupted the little conversation between Quinn and Amaya 'cause it can wait for later when his sister is stabbing Amaya, "Because it's not enough to just kill someone these days, you have to assassinate their character first!" He simply waved the knife around, smile on his face, "So, when dad discovers both of you horribly militated bodies with Samantha wearing her fathers mask, and Amaya wearing her Aunts mask, he'll see some bastard on the internet run on the internet, and telling them that you both are Ghostface, and took matter into your own deluded hands." He spat at them.

   Detective Bailey who chuckled, "Exactly, that's why it's a perfect alibi!" He remarked to them before continuing his speech, "And, all the best lies are on based on the truth." He had pointed his both of his fingers towards Sam and Amaya, "You're a killer just like your father, and you're just the bitch who went crazy after falsely accusing someone of rape, and had became her accomplice ." He simply told them.

   "I was fucking raped, dipshit!" She had shouted at him just as Samantha also shouted as well to him, "No, I'm not!" She screamed at him.

   It was then that Quinn had shouted at them in anger catching their attention, "Yes, you are! You motherfucker, you killed our brother!" She sneered, "And, you! You accused my brother of raping of you, you fucking bitch!" She sneered at Amaya.

   Samantha who simply remained confused on what was just revealed to them, "W-what are you talking about?"

   Amaya's who's eyes simply widened.

   This was Richie's family.

   "You're his siblings," Amaya had whispered loudly in shock, eyes glancing at the two who had nodded sadly before glancing at Detective Bailey, "And, you're his dad. . ." Swallowing down her saliva before glancing at the siblings.

   "Mhm. . . and, he died in Woodsboro," Ethan slowly began, his knife then pointing towards Samantha, "And, then he died in the hands of Samantha, all while you began crying rape, and becoming a fucking victim!" He had shouted at them.

   Samantha who had just figured it out, shakily spoke, "Your Richie's family?" Her eyes had widened when she had seen Detective Bailey nodding his head.

   "Ding, Ding, Ding!"

   Twisting their bodies towards the siblings only for Quinn and Ethan to shove the knife onto Samantha and Amaya's shoulder.

   Wincing in pain, as the three simply moved out the damn way, and standing somewhere beside a corner.

   Surrounded by the siblings. Simply getting chased as Detective Bailey spoke.

   Detective Bailey who shouted in anger, "It wasn't until I saw that photograph of what you actually had done to him," He simply sneered, "Then I knew, that I knew you had to fucking die, you had to be punished along with anyone else who stands in our way."

   It wasn't until they had ultimately stopped being chased by them, Quinn pointing the knife towards Samantha with a glare fixated on her face, "There she is, there's the fucking killer!" Knife pointed towards her neck.

   "Real great parenting being taught by the way, I've seen better parenting than this!" Tara commented.

   Amaya and Chad.

   Quinn who had gotten defensive shoved all three, "Shut your whore fucking mouth!" She had sneered, shouting at them.

   The three standing back in the middle, again with the siblings still keeping the knife pointed towards them. It was then that Detective Bailey had suddenly began explaining the love that Richie held for the Stab movies before going up the stage, tears already in his eyes.

Voice cracking, "There's a very special bond with a father and his first son." He had confessed before turning his body to glance at everyone, "Which is why I helped him build this collection!" He pointed around.

"This was his. . . all his?"

Detective Bailey who nodded his head, "Yes, he's a very patient collector, and he inspired others, as well. Ah, we had to kill those two wannabe film students. . . well, we had to kill you both." He had a pointed look at them before continuing, "I put the theater in Sam's name, and good O' Detective Bailey would've stumbled onto it, but I didn't have to. 'Cause my god that Gale Weathers is one hell of a journalist. I built a charity to my son, which is why this where two have to die. Surround by all the things he loved the most." He told them.

"What happens next? What after you're done, what you just disappear?" Samantha had just practically sneered at him.

He had simply chuckled at her, "No. . . I gotta hurry over to the hospital, and make sure Gale, Lorenzo and Mindy don't pull through." He had stepped down the stage, shouting at them, "Because everyone dies, Sam! Everyone who had anything to do with the death of my son, suffers and dies!" He sneered at them.

"Fuck yeah!"

"Yeah!"

Detective Bailey who had continued speaking to them, "Now, put the masks on!" He sneered at them.

Sam who instantly shook her own head, softly speaking to Bailey, ". . . He was so pathetic, her eyes simply glancing at Amaya who already had a smirk planted on her face, hand taking the brick from Tara's hand already, "He was such a fucking pussy, he had to listen to a teenage girl into raping me." She sneered at him.

Detective Bailey who had gotten defensive, "That's not true. . ." He shook his head at the two girls.

Samantha who had easily spoken back up, again, "He was a man baby who made his girlfriend do all the entire killing." She taunted him.

Detective Bailey who had shook his own head, "He was a strong feral young man." He retorted in anger.

Samantha who had simply continued speaking and spat in anger toward him, "He was a limp dick little fuck who cried before I slit his throat." Samantha reminded.

"Shut the fuck up!" Quinn had shouted, and running towards them until Amaya twisted her entire body, and swinging the brick towards her until she fell.

There was something that had ultimately triggered inside of Amaya to continue hitting Quinn Bailey as she turned her around to simply straddle her.

Chaos unleashed around her, yet her focus remained on Quinn, 'cause she was the one who had ultimately taken her baby away from her.

Hands wrapping around her neck, "I'm going to say it once, and I'll say it, again!" Amaya had spat at Quinn giving her a chance to breathe, "Your brother fucking raped me, dipshit! He ruined my entire fucking life!" She had simply retorted.

Quinn who slightly wheezed, "My brother was a good person, you bitch!" She had sneered at Amaya, Quinn's mouth that was bleeding from missing a tooth after being hit with the brick on her face.

Ignoring her stupid response, "Where's my daughter?" Amaya had asked her in pure anger, "Where the fuck is she at?" She bashed Quinn's head onto the ground.

No response.

"Where is she!?"

Her head bashed onto the ground, again.

"You'll never find her." Quinn laughed.

Something inside of Amaya's head ultimately triggered her into continuing bashing Quinn's head none stop onto the ground, as it had ultimately made Quinn drop the knife onto the ground, and groaning in pain and simply allowing Amaya to grab the knife, and raising it in the air, slightly hesitant to do it until she heard that voice.

"Kill that bitch!"

That was enough for her to stab Quinn at least fifty times, and quickly pulling out her gun that has been hidden behind her back for quite sometime, and slowly standing up, and aiming the gun on Quinn's head.

"Always gotta shoot them in the head, ain't that right?" A sinister smile planted on her face when she had seen the shock expression from Deputy Bailey, as she had ultimately managed to shoot, Quinn three times in the head, "Oops, guess my fucking finger slipped, and pulled the trigger."

That was quite enough time for Bailey to ultimately run straight towards Sam, and both ultimately fell off the second floor, and simply landing onto the floor, it hadn't taken Sam a long time to ultimately wake up, confusion simply written all over her face when she had seen Amaya sitting by her, eyes widening.

"Where's Tara?"

"Getting help, but I got an idea. . ." She had been coming up with this fucking idea with Jill Roberts, "He wanted us to put the fucking masks on, right? So fucking be it, only question that's left is who makes the call and who does the killing?" Amaya questioned Samantha.

A wicked smile appeared on Sam's face after letting this information sink into her head, as they had ultimately came to an agreement on who does which.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, I hope you liked this chapter. I feel like it's messy, idk. . .

I know the next chapter will be my favorite to write.

And, I swear Paloma is okay and Chad as well🤞🏻🤞🏻 trust me.