Corey Becker Prescott liked to believe he was cursed. That he was doomed to always face ghostface, whether his own family was hidden beneath the mask, or a stranger. It was always bond to happen, he couldn't escape it, he never would.

He had lost track of time, he didn't remember half of where the blood came from that stained his flesh and clothes. The smoke left his lungs as he held tightly onto the cigarette, so much for quitting.

He leaned into the wall as the distant sounds of sirens could be heard. They just left... they didn't attack him? But why? Those other two ghostfaces were hiding something from him.

He knew Mickey was under one of the masks, but the other one was a mystery. He didn't really care who it was, he'd kill them in the end of this all.

He smirked slightly at the sight of Roman Bridgers body being dragged out of the building. His body locked away inside a body bag, zipped from head to toe. Never once again being open into the world.

This time that bag was sealed shut permanently, not even Roman himself could open it. His fingers getting caught along the endless line of zippers, each not his exit. Bloodied fingers and a bruised ego, he would suffer as he tried to escape.

Death found everyone eventually, Roman was meant to die so many years ago. He hid away and when he finally walked into the light. Death found him, and he had rewarded Corey life. Once more a beautiful moment, a second chance at surviving.

Yet Corey couldn't help but wish death took him into open arms. Letting the darkness consume him seemed a hell of a lot more better then facing ghostface all over again. He wouldn't catch a break, his children wouldn't catch one either.

He refused to be taken away inside the ambulance, he also refused to leave. He looked around before looking down at the letter hidden inside of his pocket. Blood stained the corners of it, some of the edges wrinkled and old.

The top of the paper said 1997, Mickey Altieri
The words were so bolded and the kid had underlined his name. Like that was gonna frighten whoever found this letter. Corey stole it from the glass case when he saw it from the corner of his eyes. The envelope ripped open, like an animal got a hold of it and seeked answers.

The words were crossed off and coated in marker but he could read them so clearly. For Corey Becker if he survives.... Corey opened the letter fully his gaze looking over it with such ease.

Corey Becker, if you're reading this, that means my plan failed and I'm dead... not a big surprise when it's you. I mean Sid, gosh she'll be easy to get rid of... but you, that's another story. Do you remember that night we spent together? Where you told me your story? I remember it so often, I guess that's what made my obsession for you begin, I knew right then and there... I had to kill you, or have you to myself.

-1997 Corey & Mickeys dorm room

the door pushed itself open with such force the wall beside it shock slightly. The indent of the doorknob going onto the wall like always. Corey Becker stood up tall his back turned to Mickey as he searched desperately for a shirt to wear.

"Woah that's a pretty cool looking scar" Corey turned around his gaze locking with the boys. "Oh that thing, yeah I guess it's kinda cool".

He shrugged his shoulders as he put his shirt on "how'd you get it anyways? I'm always hearing about the famous Corey Becker, survivor of woodsboros tragic event".

Corey sighed for a moment "got stabbed by some guy who was crazy, guess I'll never be able to watch around naked again. Shame it would've been funny to see the looks on everyone's faces".

Mickey laughed "I personally would've loved to see that" Corey grinned "of course you would Mic" he turned around grabbing his bag off the bed, "what was it like? Being stabbed I mean...".

Corey looked at him "it hurt a lot, kinda like being burned but not really, it spreads in your body, and it's a slow process, they didn't really make it quick stabbing me... bleeding out takes so long, and you're just there waiting to die".

Mickey had a look in his eyes that made Corey nervous, he didn't show it fully, afraid the boy would notice the discomfort he held. Corey had only ever seen that look in one other person eyes.

Billy Loomis...

Corey flipped the paper over finding it blank, the smoke surrounded his head. The distance clanging of metal being heard, so much for the quietness. He hummed slightly as he turned, a man was dragging out a gurney, Sidney was on it.

The metal creaked and Corey snapped "hey man! Be careful with her, she's pregnant for gods sake!". He pushed the letter into his pocket as he walked toward the man. His eyes gapping out of his head as he gasped in freight, Corey Becker. A name that everyone knew at this rate, they were scared.

"Sorry sir! I'll try my best to make sure...." Coreys ears were ringing long before he could process the man's words. He blinked feeling the distant nag of the pain tugging away at him.

He had never truly part ways with his demons, not even now as he watched Roman's body be driven away. The sirens were off, yet he could hear them in his skull, a sound he knew all so well.

He heard them so many times, it was like music to his ears at this rate. His mind felt so dizzy and fuzzy and then a sense of comfort entered his bones. He felt the warmth of his wife's hand and he sighed.

He looked down at her "you get the kids out of here Corey, I don't want them seeing me like this". He could see the blood that stained her shirt so vividly now, his blood ran cold at the sight of it.

"I will, I promise" as she was pushed into the ambulance and the doors were slammed shut. They locked eyes with one another, one full of agony and fear and one full of rage and despair. He smiled weakly at her, oh she knew right then in there.

He lied, the light in his eyes were gone. She wanted to pull open the doors, to hold him until everything around them faded away, but she couldn't.

Instead she let herself lay there in sorrow and she hoped Corey didn't get himself killed. Because the path he was going down, wasn't good.

Coreys fist clenched as he let out a heavy breath, death was something he once feared. Now he feared nothing, even with the blood on his flesh taunting him. He didn't care anymore, he'd let it remain, a reminder of the pain he'd cause anyone who even thought about coming after him.

He smirked to himself as he walked off down the road, then he let the mask hidden in his pocket fall to the ground. Romans mask.

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Authors Notes:
it's been like probably a week since I updated this story maybe even less but still, it's been a good while. I'm not gonna be all like I didn't have motivation which isn't true lol. I was obsessing over my new Pc all damn week, been playing the games on it and everything else. So I didn't write much at all this week, but I finally did today! It's a short one and kinda lame but it's better then nothing. Anyways enjoy this eh chapter! 4 chapters left on the count down!