CHAPTER TEN !
↳ 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊

                           𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 the terrible pain in her shoulder while she forced herself to continue running. The tears were still running down her cheek and neck while she was sobbing and whimpering to herself, the images of Chad replaying in her head.

Tara and Sam pushed the blond quickly towards the stage, "This way! Up here! Come on!"

But before the three had even reached it, the curtains were drawn back and one of the Ghostfaces' jumped down to their level.

Sam took Tara's and Lizzie's hand when she spun around, but there was another Ghostface, waving his knife at them and shacking his head.

Tara was screaming out in fear and in the background Lizzie could still hear the voices of the movie that was playing. The adrenaline was rushing through the blond, almost making the pain disappear

The three looked from one Ghostface over to the other, before Sam grabbed three of the large brick stones, that were laying behind a glass showcase and handed it to Lizzie and Tara.

The three now stood back to back, Sam facing one side and Tara and Lizzie facing the other way. Tara started crying, she seemed hysterical while her hands were shaking heavily, "Oh, Sam!"

Sam's voice could be heard through Tara's and Lizzie's sobbing, "Ready?— I need you to be ready! Ready?"

The dark haired girl suddenly glanced over her shoulder at her sister and Lizzie, "Ready?"

The blond nodded immediately, her whole body shaking, while Tara suddenly stopped sobbing and gave her a pointed look, the mascara completely smudged under her eyes, "I'm ready."

Tara then turned towards the Ghostface that was standing on their side, screaming in rage, while she stepped forward, "Come on, Motherfucker!"

Lizzie except the Ghostface to charge at them, but before anything could happen, shots were being fired.

The three immediately let themselves fall to the ground, searching for something to hide behind, while the two Ghostface killers' immediately disappeared.

"It's okay!", Kirby's voice exclaimed before she showed herself to them, walking down the stairs of the stage.

"Stay the fuck back!", Sam exclaimed at her loudly. "We know it's you, Kirby!", Tara added while she gave the blond woman a disgusted look.

Lizzie gave the blond, who was covered in her own blood, a sceptical look. She then though for a moment, mumbling "—but that doesn't make any fucking sense, we just saw Ghostface."

"One of them knocked me out!", Kirby exclaimed loudly, seeming completely out of breath.

"Kirby, stop! Get away from the girls", Bailey's voice suddenly exclaimed, while he came up from behind them, his gun pointed at Kirby.

The blond agent seemed completely confused by Bailey's action, "What are you doing?"

"Did you kill Quinn? Did you kill my daughter?", the detective questioned her, his face scrunched up in anger while his whole body shook.

Kirby's eyes were widened in shock, her gun now pointed at the detective, "Jesus Christ!"

Her wide eyes were wandering over to Sam, Tara and Lizzie, seeming pleading, "Whatever he's been saying to you, don't listen to him. He's probably the killer!"

Suddenly Ghostface appeared behind Bailey and Kirby's eyes widened even more in fear while she started screaming, "Behind you!"

The woman then wanted to pull the trigger, but Bailey was quicker, he pulled the trigger and shot the agent two times into her chest. Kirby immediately went to the ground, while Lizzie's mouth dropped open.

Tara, Sam and the blond then turned to look at the detective in shock. The man stood besides Ghostface, who was playfully swinging his knife around.

"Great job", the grey haired man stated proudly, while the second Ghostface came to a stand besides him. "Both of you."

Tara's eyes were widely opened when she asked, "You?"

The man shrugged before he glanced at Sam and Tara, "Yeah, of course me. Frankly, I expected more from the two of you after what you did to us."

Tara frowned at him in confusion, "What do you mean us?"

Suddenly the Ghostface on the right side pulled down his hood and then took of his mask.

Lizzie felt her stomach drop, when she saw that it was no other than Ethan, who was behind the mask.

The boy gave them a sinister smile, while Bailey began to chuckle, "Ta-da!"

Ethan's eyes were glistening with joy, the smile still plastered on his face, "Mindy was right. It was easy to juke the roommate lottery. I mean, all I had to do to meet you was room with a conceited, condescending alpha, literally named Chad!"

Lizzie gave the boy a death glare, feeling the realization of his betrayal slowly sink in. He had just pretended to be their friend and to care for them.

Ethan was screaming now, his eyes widely opened, "Fuck it felt good to kill him!"

He then held up his Ghostface mask, "This was your grandmother's Sam. Nancy Loomis?  Really runs in the fucking family, doesn't it?"

The curly haired boy raised his eyebrows, "Speaking of family—"

"Wait for it!", Detective Bailey exclaimed before Ethan smiled once more. "My name's not Ethan Landry— isn't it Dad?" He smiled at the grey haired man besides him, who chuckled amused.

Tara gave them a disbelieving look, "Dad?"

Sam had a devastated look on her face, before she gazed at the second Ghostface, her eyes showing the betrayal she was going through at the moment, "Wait, I'f it's you two, that just leaves— Mindy?"

Lizzie frowned immediately, she just couldn't imagine that Mindy would kill her own brother. She was a horror fan, but she wasn't deranged.

Ghostface titled his head to the side, before he pushed down his hood and slowly took off his mask.

Lizzie's breath hitched in her throat, the color draining from her face, when it was no other than Quinn, who revealed herself to them, smirking evil. "Hey, roomies!"

She raised her eyebrows at them, "You didn't see that one coming, did you?"

"Yeah, because you died!", Lizzie exclaimed at her immediately, the tears stopping to run down her face because of the shock she was in.

Quinn glanced over at her father, her face expression showing her arrogance while she explained calmly, "Kind of didn't, though. It was a good way to get off the suspect list. Stab Gale Weather's, stab Mindy on the train. That sort of thing—"

The detective chuckled while he placed an arm around either of his children, "Yep, and I just made sure I was first on the scene, so I could switch her body our with a fresh one.— Little fake blood, a prosthetic. You'd be amazed at what a grieving father can get away with."

Ethan and Quinn were circling the three now. Quinn held up her mask, smirking at them, "I got Stu Macher's mask. He was my favourite."

Ethan placed his mask on Nancy Loomis mannequin while Detective Bailey held up his fingers, "Nice. That's number three. That's two— that leaves—" He pulled out a mask from under his bulletproof vest, "— your father's."

He held the mask out for Sam to take, smiling, "This is what we've been counting down to, Sam. I'm gonna need you to put it on."

Sam slapped the mask out of his hand aggressively, "Fuck you!"

At the same time Ethan stepped forward and cut Sam's arm before he jumped backwards.

Sam immediately flinched in surprise and held her arm in pain while she stummbled backwards, holding her arm.

Ethan's eyes widened while he started circling them again, "Ohhh!"

"You stay the fuck away from her!", Tara immediately screamed loudly at him, holding up the brick.

Only in that moment Lizzie wonder why she hadn't had noticed earlier that the boys was completely unhinged. He was a complete psychopath.

Her eyes snapped over to Sam and Tara, "Oh God, they're fucking crazy."

"Come on! What? What is this?", Sam then questioned them while she faced Detective Bailey. "You did this as a family?"

"Hell yeah, bitch! You should know better than anyone!" Quinn screamed at Sam in pure rage.

"They're still not getting it!", Ethan exclaimed while they both pointed their knives at them.

Sam shook her head hectically at them, "Look, I don't know what you believe, but I didn't commit those murders in Woodsboro! It wasn't me!"

"Oh, we know that! Of course you didn't! What do you think this is based on some bullshit conspiracy theory? Come on! Who do you think started the rumors about you in the first place?", Bailey exclaimed before he pointed over at Quinn, who held up her hand, the knife still in it.

Quinn's face expression changed from a smile into a from hatred consumed one, "Do you know how easy it was to turn Sam from the hero of Woodsboro it I the villain? How easy it is to convince the world to believe the worst in people rather than the best?"

"Because it's not enough to just kill someone these days. You have to assassinate there character first! So when dad here discovers your horribly mutilated bodies—", Ethan glanced over at Lizzie and Tara, who flinched back in surprise when Quinn lung at them with her knife.

"—posed with Sam wearing her father's mask, he'll say some poor dum bastard read on the internet, that you're the real Ghostface and took matters into their own deluded hands."

"Exactly that's why it's the perfect alibi! And all the best lies are based on the truth", the detective exclaimed excited before he suddenly pointed at Sam. "You're a killer— just like your father."

"No, I'm not!", Sam immediately screamed back at the man. "Yes, you are, you Motherfucker! You killed our brother!", Quinn screamed into her face, the knife still pointed at her.

Sam frowed at her, completely confused, "What are you talking about?"

"You said your brother died in a car accident", Lizzie recalled the sad story, Quinn had told her a few months prior.

Ethan pointed his knife at Sam, his gaze wandering from Lizzie over to the dark haired woman, "No, no, no, you sweet, dumb thing. He died in Woodsboro. At the hands of your bitch friend!"

Sam suddenly spun around to Detective Bailey, her gaze showing the realization she just had, "You're Richie's family."

Bailey nodded, fighting the tears that were whelming up in his eyes, "Yeah."

Lizzie felt her confused face expression fall, before Sam turned towards Ethan, wanting to say something.

But the boy immediately jumped forward and stabbed his knife into her cleavage. "Ding-ding-ding-ding! She's finally starting to get it!"

Sam immediately stumbled backwards, holding onto Tara and Lizzie, while she grunted in pain. The three didn't waste any time and immediately made their way through the glass showcases.

Bailey continued his monologue while Sam, Tara and Lizzie tried to hold Ethan and Quinn at distance. "Now, it wasn't until I saw that photograph of what you actually done to him that I knew! That I knew you had to fucking die! You had to be punished! Along with everyone else who stands in our way!"

Quinn slowly approached Sam, the knife held to the dark haired womans throat, who's gaze darkened, "There she is— there's the fucking killer."

Sam, Lizzie and Tara were now facing Bailey, when Tara looked at him, "Really great parenting job by the way."

Quinn immediately pushed them back into the middle of the room, "Shut your whore fucking mouth!"

The three stummbled back in front of Bailey. "Have I been a perfect dad? No. Have I maybe overindulge Richie's love of these little movies? Yeah, maybe", he gave them an honest look before he shrugged at them.

The man raised his eyebrows, "For me they're just a little dark. But— Richie really loved them. He loved them."

"He even made a few of his own." The man then turned towards the closed curtains, where the film was playing, "Did you know? Did you know that?"

They all looked up to the film that was playing. Richie's face appeared on the curtains, only that he seemed way younger than he had been in Woodsboro. "There's a very special bond between a father and his first son. Which is why I helped him built this collection."

"This was all his?", Sam questioned and Bailey nodded. "Yes, he's a very passionate collector and he inspired others."

His face expression suddenly changed from grieve into carelessness, "Ahh, we had to kill those two wannabe film students because, well, we had to kill you first, Sam. I put the theater in their name, then good old detective Bailey would've just stummbled on it. But I didn't even have to because, by golly, that Gale Weather's is one hell of a journalist."

He then exchanged a look with Sam before he went on, "I built a tribute to my son. Which is where you have to die, Sam. Surrounded by all the things he loved the most."

"What happens next? What happens after you're done with us, you just disappear?", Sam questioned them, screaming.

"No! We got to hurry over to the hospital and make sure Mindy and Gale don't pull through. Because everybody has to die, Sam!" He pointed his gun at Sam once more, "Everyone who had anything to do with the death of my son stuffers and dies!"

Quinn and Ethan both immediately joined in, "Yeah!"

"Fuck, yeah! They do!"

The man gave her a spiteful look, "Now out in the mask." Sam's closed her eyes while she slowly shook her head to herself, "He was— so pathetic."

Detective Bailey seemed taken back by her comment about his son, "That's not true!"

Sam's eyebrows were raised at him, "Yeah, your son— he was a man-baby, who made his girlfriend do all the killing."

"He was a string, virile young man!", the grey haired man shouted back at her, before Sam went on. "He was a limp-dick little fuck, who cried before I slit his throat."

Quinn suddenly lost it and began screaming while she charged at Sam from behind, "Shut the fuck up!"

Tara immediately used that opportunity of distraction and hit Quinn hardly into that face with the stone brick.

The young woman immediately went to the ground, spitting out blood and a couple of her teeth before gun shots were fired.

Detective Bailey was hit two times into his bulletproof vest and fell to the ground, while Ethan immediately looked around, quickly spotting Kirby on the other end of the room.

The boy didn't waste a second and dashed over to the blond woman, tackling her to the ground.

Meanwhile Tara and Lizzie quickly made their way towards the ladder that lead to the upper level of the theater.

Tara was already climbing up while Lizzie dove under one of the tables and quickly snatched the knife that Sam had dropped earlier. She then spun around and started climbing up as well, "Sam, come on!"

Ethan smiled at Kirby while he leaned over her, "Recognize this?" He held up the large knife and Kirby just shouted at him, her eyes narrowed, "Fuck you!"

The boy then stabbed the knife into the woman's abdomen, exactly into the spot where she had been stabbed years before.

Sam grabbed something from a glass showcase and quickly hit the boy over the head. She then grabbed the knife that was still sticking in Kirby's abdomen while giving her an apologizing look, "Sorry, but I kind of need this."

With that she yanked the knife out Kirby's abdomen and the blond gave her a nodd, before she grunted in pain, "Fuck'em up!"

Sam nodded back at her, before she stood up, facing Ethan, who held the back of his head in pain, "What are you gonna do about it, bitch?"

Sam then quickly ran towards him and stabbed the boy several times into his chest while screaming loudly. The two stumbled backwards in the process and fell until Ethan's back hit a chair.

Sam was still on top of him, stabbing the boy, before her attention was suddenly caught by Tara, who called after her once more, "Sam!

Lizzie and Tara had already reached the top of the ladder when Sam finally started climbing up as well. 

When all three finally were on top, Lizzie let Sam go first and they climbed carefully over the railing off the theatre.

Lizzie was finally on the other side, when it was Tara's turn to climb over. "Careful!"

The girl had nearly succeeded when a shot was fired from the level below them. The bullet grazed Tara's arm, making the girl flinch in pain while she screamed out.

Tara then slipped and Sam immediately grabbed her hand, desperate to not let her sister fall down to Ethan and Bailey.

"I can't grab you! I can't grab on! I can't!", Tara immediately cried out in panic, while she tried desperately to hold on to Sam's bloody arm.

Lizzie wanted to held the dark haired woman, but as soon as she approached Sam, Quinn appeared by the door.

"I've always wanted to stick something into you Tara!", Ethan's excited voice came from below them. Tara glaced down towards him, her eyes shooting daggers at the boy, "Fuck you!"

"Fuck you!" Ethan screamed back at her, while he jumped and swung his knife the girl, who was dangling above him.

Lizzie could hear Tara's screams of fear while she saw how Quinn smiled sinister. Approaching the three, her knife was scratching over the metal railing.

Lizzie saw how Sam grew more and more nervous by the second, not being able to decide what to do next.

The blond caught her gaze and gave her a small nodd, "It's okay, Sam. Just hold onto her a little longer, okay!"

The dark haired woman grunted while she nodded immediately and Lizzie quickly grabbed a piece of old wood that was laying on the ground bedside her.

Her plan was to use the knife as element of surprise, when Quinn was already close to her. Lizzie gazed at Quinn, leaning her head to the side, "Come on, bitch! What are you waiting for!"

Eyeing the girl on her opposite, she saw that Quinn's mouth was bloody and she was missing a few of her teeth.

Lizzie immediately made a run for it, Quinn immediately dashing after her, swinging her sharp knife around. "There's no point on running, Liz. I'm gonna catch you anyway."

The blond quickly made her way through the seat rows, not letting Quinn out of her sight. The blond felt her chest trembling while her voice was shaking, "Fuck you!"

The rage she felt, made Lizzie forget about the fact that she was injured and that Quinn could charge at her at any moment. 

Lizzie tightened her grip on the piece of wood in her hands, when Quinn suddenly jumped over the seat row and swung her knife at her.

Lizzie dodged a couple of attacks from the woman on her opposite, before she managed to hit Quinn into the face.

The young woman grunted in pain when the wood collided with her face and Lizzie didn't waste any time before she hit her over and over again.

The woman stummbled immediately and fell face forward onto the floor. She was trying to crawl as quickly as possible away from Elizabeth, but the blond went after her, hitting her over and over with the piece of wood.

Quinn seemed exhausted and Liz wanted to used that moment, to pull out the knife from her belt.

She quickly got onto her knees besides her, wanting to stab Quinn, but the woman suddenly grabbed her knife, that was laying on the ground besides her and stabbed Liz into the stomach.

The blond gasped loudly in pain, her breath hitching in her throat while she let go of her knife.

Quinn had an evil smirk on her face before she suddenly twisted the knife in Liz abdomen. "Wes is waiting for you."

The blond let out a bone shattering scream, the blood spilling out of her gut. Lizzie bent over in pain while her gaze fell onto her knife that was laying besides her on the ground.

She saw Sam's look of terror when she inhaled deeply, gathering her strength for what she was about to do. She then suddenly brought her head back and slammed it against Quinn's.

The young woman immediately screamed out in pain, holding her nose, before Lizzie quickly grabbed the knife and rammed it into Quinn's abdomen.

She then yanked the knife a few times in and out of Quinn's abdomen and chest, sobbing heavily while she let out a battle scream.

Blood started spilling out of Quinn's mouth and Liz then let her fall backwards onto the ground, before she stood up and whiped her knife clean.

The tears were still running down her cheeks when she pressed her hand onto her abdomen and quickly spun around to help Sam pull Tara up.

The blond was just about to reach down for the girls hand, when suddenly a scream came from behind them.

Lizzie's eyes widened when she saw that it was no other than Quinn, who was approching them with a knife in her hand.

Lizzie immediately grabbed the girls arm, pressing the knife away from her before she rammed her fist into Quinn's stab wound.

The woman cried out in pain, stummbling backwards before Liz quickly snatched her knife out of her hand and stabbed it into Quinn's leg.

Quinn fell onto her knees almost immediately while Lizzie yanked the kinfe out.

At the same time Sam let go of her sisters, letting Tara fall down to Ethan.
The boy immediately stabbed Tara into her stomach and the girl screamed out in pain before she quickly lifted up her knife and stabbed Ethan into his opened mouth.

The boy's eyes widened in shock and the girl gazed at him for a couple of moments. Then slowly twisting the knife in his mouth, the blood spilled down his throat and Tara gave him an emotionless stare, "Now die a fucking virgin!"

And with that the dark haired girl yanked the knife out of his throat and sobbed quietly while she exhaled.

Ethan fell to the ground, choking and Lizzie was smirking at Quinn, who was still gasping for air because of the pain she was in.

Her eyes were widened at what had just happened to her younger brother and she shot the two infront of her a hateful glare.

Sam gave the young woman a sinister smirk, "Looks like you're down another brother."

Lizzie exhaled before she turned towards Sam, "Nice one. But I was thinking about—" She then turned to face Quinn, before she held up the knife, "— say hello to Richie for me— bitch!"

And with that the blond raised the knife above her head without hesitation, before she rammed it down into Quinn's forehead, making the blood splash onto her face.

The woman immediately fell backwards, the knife still in her head when she took her last slow breaths.

Lizzie then let out a sobb, glancing down at Quinn's dead body, before she slowly turned around to Sam and gave her a relieved look, "That bitch was completely psycho."

Suddenly Detective Bailey entered the upper level of the theater, his pain when he saw Quinn's dead body on the floor.

Sam immediately drew the gun from her belt and pointed it at the man. She then narrowed her eyes at him, "Always got to shoot them in the head."

The woman then pulled the trigger, but it seemed like Kirby had used all the bullets. When nothing happened, Sam threw the gun onto the ground and sighed heavily, "Oh, fuck!"

She then quickly dashed towards Bailey before he could shoot at her and tackled him with all her strength, making the two break through the railing and fall down onto the lower level.

Lizzie's eyes widened in worry while she approached the now damaged railing. Sam and Bailey were laying on the ground.

Sam was groaning in pain while the man besides her, who had landed on a glass showcase, seemed to be completely unconscious.

The blond gave her friend a questioning and worried look, "You're okay, Sam?"

The woman grunted again, slowly sitting up, before she sat up slowly. She had a dark look on her face, before she glanced up at Lizzie. "Yeah— I'm fine."

( AUTHOR'S NOTE ) . . . .
i have to say i am not very
convinced of my writing in this chapter, but i hope you like it anyway.