— 𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗲 ；𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝟭𝟵𝟵𝟲
— 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 ：𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖾

IT'S SAID THAT WHEN A PERSON is close to death, they either experience immense pain and fear or a soothing reassurance– that is depending on if someone is being murdered or is trying to take their own life.

James Himbry, otherwise known as Spike, was on the murder victim's take but instead of feeling the blood chilling fear he was supposed to feel by being met with ghostface, he instead wondered why there was a badly painted mime in his house.

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It was around 10 pm, when Spike decided it was time for his daily relaxation ritual. Meaning he went up to his bedroom and divulged himself in his own secret stash of weed.

He had nothing better to do and his father wasn't home yet – not that it really mattered if his father was there anyway.

Thinking the house was too quiet he decided to put on his Walkman and turn up "Cigarettes & Alcohol" by Oasis to its max while he rolled his blunt and went into spiritual heaven.

All the while he received multiple calls on his house's landline phone.

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Billy Loomis was locked up in jail overnight till Sheriff Burke deemed him "innocent" for the recent attack on Sidney Prescott that could also tie him to "The Woodsboro Murder's".

While he was sitting in the police station's cell, he was granted one phone call.

Walking over to the stationed black phone on the wall, Billy dialed the main number he knew by heart, the same number that just so happened to be his partner in crime, Stu Macher.

It only took 2 rings before he heard the dirty blonde's goofy voice over the line.

"So, who am I potentially killing tonight." Stu asked with a snicker twirling the phone's cord around his finger, while dragging out the last word in his sentence.

"Gee dad, I thought we talked about this." Billy degraded trying to throw the deputy standing behind him off his trail.

"Dad?... Oh, I get it! Whatever. Look I just wanna know who I'm going to get to kill tonight? You know, so I can at least have some fun since you've been caught."

"If you recall I told you I was out with my football buddy Spike, before I even went over to Sidney's house. And if you don't remember me saying that then you probably weren't paying attention." Billy "explained" noting key fragments in his statement.

"Oh yeah, that's right. You wanted to kill him because he caught you ogling Salem like she was a slice of pie. I'm surprised you're even letting me at him, but I will take this as you showing me gratitude for your failings."

Huffing over the phone, Billy retained himself from rolling his eyes at Stu's impending statement.

"Yeah... my failings. Just go "talk" to Spike and you'll know. See you tomorrow." Billy said before roughly hanging up the phone.

The deputy that was on guard for tonight saw the boy finish his call, then walked the 18-year-old back to his cell. Making sure he locked the suspect up nice and tight he returned back to his desk to fill out some paperwork.

From inside of the jail cell Billy watched how the police task force worked from within, and even though he hadn't actually been the one to scare Sidney tonight, he noted that maybe it wasn't so bad that he had got caught and thrown into jail, because now he had his own eyes and ears to listen in on the conversations that the deputies were having about the case.

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One phone call was all it took for Stu to be one his way to James Himbry's house. He knew it was risky seeing as he was the principal's son, so he didn't know if he'd be killing one person or two people tonight, because no witnesses were to be left behind.

Stu also knew he had to execute this murder spectacularly because it would be the only murder Billy would ever let him do alone and because this kill was going to have a huge impact on Billy's pending "future" with Salem.

Parking his car a few blocks away, Stu only had on the black robe that came with the costume. His mask was tucked into the back of his pants pocket along with his voice modifier and he carried his knife up his sleeve.

Being as discreet as he could be, Stu walked along the bushel of trees leading all the way up to James' neighborhood.

Not wanting to draw any attention to himself he made sure not to run, but instead walk with a steady pace. It was almost 8 minutes later when he finally reached the driveway of the Himbry residence.

"I guess being a principal pays well." He thought, seeing the stone pavement that led up to the big white door.

Realizing there was only one car in the driveway that belonged to Spike, Stu took the observation into believing that his father hadn't made it home yet.

"Looks like it's just one kill tonight." Stu muttered, slipping on his mask.

Treading his heavy boots around the side of the house Stu peeked through the windows seeing nobody downstairs. Now he just had to find a way in.

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Sitting at his desk with his back towards the door, James Himbry continued to smoke his weed and listen to his music without any disturbances.

He hadn't seen the phone on his bed ringing and he didn't know of the impending doom working its way up stairs.

No, James knew none of that. All he knew was euphoric peace.

But when all hope should have been lost James' stomach prevailed because he became hungry. Which he did most of the time when he smoked marijuana, and yet he here he was without any food in his room.

So, with a sigh, James turned his desk chair around and walked towards his closed room door.

All the while, a masked assailant walked towards the same door on the other side.

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Stu actually found a way into the Himbry's house because they had left a downstairs window unlocked. He guessed he had a lucky streak seeing as this kill was probably going to be the easiest, he or Billy ever had.

It didn't take him long to find the stairway up to the second floor, but he also struggled trying not to trip on thin air because the mask he was wearing was incredibly hard to see through.

Luckily once he got to the stairway, he could grab a hold of its railing to keep himself up straight.

Practically tiptoeing up the stairs he was met with three rooms. One room already had its door open.

Peering in he saw a king size bed with not too many personal objects in it. But none of that mattered because there wasn't anyone in it so Stu moved on to the next room that was right beside it.

The second room had a queen size bed in it, with a little more decor in it. But Stu guessed this was supposed to be a guest room, based on the perfectly made bed and multiple paintings filling in the spaces along the walls.

Knowing no one was occupying the room he knew the last one upstairs had to belong to Spike's and as he walked up to the room's door, he could smell the underlying scent of pot coming from underneath the cracks of the door.

Huffing out a harmless laugh, Stu officially declared this kill the funniest one yet. Because of course James Himbry was going to die high.

Reaching for the doorknob, Stu didn't notice the knob already started twisting from the other side.

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At this point in time Salem Riley was highly fed up with Spike.

She was trying to save his life for God sakes and the man couldn't pick up the phone – not even once.

But she decided it would be best to get mad at him later once he was not claimed as ghostface's next victim.

Because if there was going to be anyone to kill James Himbry it would either be Salem herself or James himself by accident.

Thankfully Salem didn't live too far from the Himbry's.

Speeding on down the road, Salem would've noticed that she passed Stu's car not too long ago if she hadn't been so focused on getting to Spike right away, but alas she wouldn't see that piece of evidence tonight.

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With the blunt still in his hand, he brought the rolled paper up to his mouth inhaling as he opened his room door.

As he opened the door, ghostface took a slight step back.

Furrowing his eyebrow, Spike exhaled all the smoke from his mouth into ghostface's face.

Causing the unknown assailant in the mask to swat the smoke away from their face.

"Either I'm really high and have started to hallucinate or you're ghostface." Spike questioned.

Reaching into their back pocket, ghostface pulled out a voice modifier.

"I don't know what do you think?"

"Well, seeing as you just answered my question, I'm gonna go with your ghostface."

The person in the mask just nodded his head slowly.

"So, you've clearly come here to kill me." Spike said, as he continued to smoke his blunt.

Ghostface nodded again.

"Nice, let me ask you... did you think this was how your night was gonna go?"

Spike watched as ghostface tilted their head to the side, signaling for him to elaborate further.

"I mean, did you think your next victim was gonna be high right before you try and "kill" them?"

There was a slight pause before ghostface shook their head no.

"Hmm."

Before any other words could have been said by Spike, ghostface was already raising his arm to plunge his knife into Spike's chest.

Dropping the blunt that was in his hand, Spike dodged the sudden blow.

"What the hell man, I thought we were having a chat!"

Ghostface ticked his head to the side before he went after Spike again.

This time as Spike tried to raise his arms up to deflect the attack he was cut by the knife on his forearm.

Now realizing the serious threat that he was facing; Spike shook his body before he barreled into ghostface's body with full force causing both of them to fall on the ground on the upstairs walkway.

Wasting no time at all, Spike saw his chance to run downstairs. Only he didn't account for ghostface to recover so quickly and grab the back of his shirt.

Only now did Spike realize how high he was because once he felt the smallest ounce of force being applied to him – in any direction – he lost his footing on the staircase and tumbled down the step with ghostface.

There were multiple grunts to be heard as both human beings crashed into the hardwood floor downstairs.

Moaning in pain, Spike turned his body around to lay on his back only to be met with a quick stab to his shoulder.

"How the hell did you recover so fast? Are you superhuman or something?" Spike whined, pressing his hand to the new wound.

Watching as the assailant in the mask stood to their full height, Spike watched as they brought the same modifier to their covered mouth.

"I promised your little girlfriend I'd kill you tonight. So, I'm just keeping my word."

Immediately Spike knew exactly who ghostface was talking about because he only hung around one person.

"Well then I feel sorry for you."

"And why's that?"

"Because you threatened my life, and Salem's kind of protective when it comes to me. Plus, it helps that she's crazy in her own way. So you've just opened a whole new can of worms." Spike informed, with a smile forming on his face.

"We'll just have to see then– Well actually, I guess I'll just see. Seeing as you won't be alive in a few minutes."

"You might be right... or not." Spike said, before bringing his foot up to kick ghostface in what he now identified as his nuts.

"Before this I didn't know if you were a really tall girl or a guy but seeing your reaction to me kicking you in the nuts, I'm gonna say you're a guy." Spike deduced, grabbing a vase off the dresser in front of him and smashing it on ghostface's head.

Ghostface went down, dropping his knife.

Watching as the knife slid out of ghostface's hand, Spike quickly picked it up and sliced ghostface's thigh.

Hearing ghostface let out a girdle yell, Spike used his non-injured arm to wind back for another strike.

"And that's for slicing up my throwing arm for football. This is for–" Spike was about to say when ghostface swept Spike's legs out from under him.

"Aw hell." Spike groaned as they both struggled for the knife.

Spike wasn't letting go so ghostface decided to use Spike's injuries to his advantage.

Taking one hand he dug his thumb into Spike's stab wound.

Blinded by the pain Spike's grip lessened on the knife.

Knowing his shoulder already hurt like a bitch, Spike decided it could hurt more if it was going to save his life.

Pushing ghostface off of him, Spike brought his right arm back and threw it forward with all the weight he could muster up right hooking ghostface in the jaw.

Huffing heavily Spike stood to his feet with blood running down his right arm and the knife in his left.

"If you want to kill me, you're going to have to try harder." He said before he lunged at ghostface's crawling figure.

heyyyy... 😀 i finally decided to update again... 👀 sorry for the lack of salem in this chapter but this one was really supposed to focus on spike, but i can say in the next chapter salem will be back 🤭 ALSO sorry i this chapter reads wonking because i haven't read over it so.... i'll comeback later to read over and make any changes that are needed.