FLASHING RED AND BLUE LIGHTS surrounded all of us. We were currently sat in the back of an ambulance and had just been tended to for our injury's. Although, I had none, I was still in rough shape, just mentally. I was tucked underneath Tara's arm, staring down blankly at the concrete in front of me. I can't believe this shit is happening again.

     "Oh," Chad mutters out of no where and I look up to find him walking towards Ethan. The latter was looking around at the scene in confusion. His eyes met my glossy one and he immediately frowned. Suddenly, Chad grabs him by his jacket and pushes him up against a truck. "Where were you?!"

     "W-When?" Ethan stumbles, confused at why Chad has him pinned.

"Last night!" Chad said sternly, shaking Ethan. Ethan turned and gave me a wide eye look but I just looked away, too many thoughts running in my head. I admit, it was a little suspicious that the night Ethan isn't with us, we all get attacked.

"I had econ, you know this!" Ethan exclaims.

"Bullshit, man. You disappear and my sister almost gets killed!"

"Dude, I was at a study hall with a hindered other people," Ethan puts his hands up in attempt to try and calm Chad down. "You can ask any of them."

Chad scrunched up his nose, not sure if he should believe Ethan or not. He pushes him once more before letting go, uttering, "Fuck man."

Ethan's eyes widen in horror as he takes sight of the two body bags. "Oh, my God. Who?" He asked Chad. Mindy scoffs from beside Tara and I, glaring holes into the side of Ethan's head.

"Anika and Quinn," Chad answers in sorrow.

"Do you think it's actually him?" Tara asks me, playing with the ends of my hair between her fingers.

"I don't know," I respond truthfully. For all I know Ethan could've killed all of these innocent people and been the one to torture us. But, God, I really hope not. My feelings have grown too much for the curly headed boy for this to be true.

"I love you, Malia. You know that right?" Tara whispers quietly, tears forming in her eyes. I lift my head of her shoulder and bring her into a bone crushing hug. She lets out a sob.

"I love you too, T, forever and always," I say back, my chin resting on her shoulder. I held her tightly, cherishing the moment since anyone could be our last.

     Tara pulled away, sniffling. "If you die, I'll kill you, Malia." She laughed, wiping underneath her eyes.

I laughed back, "I appreciate that, Tara, thanks." She smiled softly, although it didn't seem to reach her eyes. We were all tired, but I had a feeling this was just the beginning. Ethan and Chad began to make there way back over to us. His eyes were set on me and he held a hand out to me.

     Monday sprang up from her spot, standing in front of me defensively. "Step the fuck back and stay away from Malia. You're at the top of my list." Ethan's head went back in offense.

     "I had econ!" He expressed once again. "Malia, can we just talk?"

     Mindy turned to face me, "You don't have to talk to him if you don't want to." Ethan uttered a curse word at this and wrung his hands together. I nodded my head at Mindy, thankful that she was sticking up for me, but I hopped off the ambulance.

     "Thanks, but I think we need to," I told her, squeezing her hand in reassurance. Ethan let out a sigh of relief. "Let's go over here." I motioned to the other side of the ambulance. He nodded and followed behind me, but not before Mindy threw him another scornful look.

     "I swear I was at econ, okay?" He started, his head moving around spastically, trying his hardest to get me to believe him. "Please, Malia, you're all I have. Please believe me." His expression was genuine, with a little nervousness in it. Nervous that I would want nothing to do with him anymore.

"Ok," I replied.

"Ok?" He said, confused at my small reaction.

"I believe you. You were at econ." He smiled big at me, wrapping his arms around my waist and picking me up off the ground, twirling me around in the air. I laughed loudly, both of my hands grabbing his neck. "Ethan!"

"You are so amazing," He whispered once he put me down, his hands grasping my waist still. He was bent down slightly, his face close to mine. I licked my lips. He pressed his on mine.

Our lips fit together as perfect as they did the first time. I resisted from pulling his hair, knowing the noise he let out last time, and I didn't want our friends to know we were kissing after they all just accused him of being a murder.

I blushed as we pulled away, my eyes looking anywhere but at him. He let out an amused laugh, grabbing my chin with his fingers and directing my gaze onto him. "I thought I was suppose to be the shy one?"

"Oh, suck it," I pushed him playfully.

After Gale explained to all of us that she had found something that could be important, we all agreed to follow her. Now, we're walking down a empty alleyway. I walked next to Ethan and Detective Bailey, my hand interlocked with Ethan's, which Mindy shot me a betrayed look at it. Up ahead Kirby and Gale were having a conversation, the rest of the group listening in.

"Look," Ethan muttered, yanking on my hand go get my attention. His gaze wandered over to a mural of Ghostface with "What Your Favorite Scary Movie?" written underneath it in dripping letters. "That's not creepy at all to find in an abandoned alleyway," He said sarcastically.

"What? Are you scared?" I questioned teasingly, cocking my head towards the side.

Ethan scoffed, "Of course not." His eyes were darting around and I could tell he was lying. I threw his arms over my shoulder, keeping our hand interlaced, and rested my head on his body.

"Don't worry, I'm here to protect you."

"Isn't it suppose to be me protecting you?" He asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, "If you insist."

Gale swiped her keycard and opened the two black, metal doors up, everyone following her inside. We walked up a few steps before coming to another metal door.

"What is this place?" Sam asked, curiously looking around. "What's with all the security?"

Gale flipped the light switch, illuminating the whole place. I squinted my eyes from the sudden bright light and I felt Ethan do the same.

"It's a movie theater," Tara noted.

"It's not just a theater, it's a shrine."

Once my eyes adjusted to the light I looked up to see what Gale meant, and holy shit was she right. There was glass cases full of artifacts from all of the previous Ghostfaces. From their clothes, to the victims close, to even the objects they killed with. However, the stage was the creepiest. Every Ghostface suit from Billy and Stu to Amber and Richie were presented.

I felt my body shutter and Ethan secured my closer to his side. Everyone began to disperse, taking a look at all of the items individually. My eyes fell on the shirt that Wes was killed in. I dropped Ethan's hand and walked over to it. He followed behind me, looking over my shoulder to see what I was so amazed with.

"Who did that belong to?" Ethan asked, analyzing my saddened face in the class reflection. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"It was the shirt Wes got killed in," I answered, trying my hardest to not let my voice quiver. Ethan's face still looked puzzled, so explained further. "He's my boyfriend. Well, ex now, I guess. I don't really know what you are after one of you dies."

Ethan placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, giving me a look of melancholy. "I'm sorry, Lia." His fingers massaged circles around my collarbone. "I'm always here for you if you need to talk."

"God, you're so cliche," I giggled, forcing myself to walk away from Wes. I noticed Kirby standing in front of Jill's flannel, so I walked over to her. "Is that-"

"The knife I got stabbed with? Yeah."

"You all have been through so much," Detective Bailey said, watching as we all examined the artifacts. I sent him a small nod and went to stand by Mindy and Chad who were both looking at their Uncle Randy's t-shirt.

"Hey how'd they get all this stuff?" Tara questioned. "I mean, isn't this evidence?"

"Well, cops like money and evidence can get lost very easily," Gale explained. Fuck the system. "President Company excluded, of course." She looked at Kirby, who just held her arms out to the side in offense.

"Um- Why am I here exactly? My alibi checks out. And I would like to be taking Malia out somewhere nice right now." Ethan wondered aloud. I smiled at the fact he wanted to take me out, and turned around so he couldn't see me squeal.

Chad offered him a stern smile, "So I can keep an eye on you...roomie!" Mindy pointed her two fingers at her eyes and then in Ethan's direction, indicating that she was watching him closely.

"Guys, enough," I said, throwing the twins a look to knock it off. Ethan stared at me in appreciation.

"He may not be on your list, Lia. But like I've said before; he is at the tip top of mine." Mindy rolled her eyes, her shoulder brushing mine as she passed me.

We all noticed Sam up on the stage, seemingly muttering incoherent things to herself. Tara went to check up on her as they rest of us examined the costumes. I stood in front Stu Machers, noticing the worn fabric and taking it between my fingers.

"So, somebody killed the chucklefucks and took over?" Chad asked, his arms folded across his chest.

"Someone who believes Sam masterminded Woodsboro," Gale answered.

Mindy spoke up, "If this were a normal stab movie, this would be the killers layer."

"Which mean this isn't a normal stab movie," I sighed in realization. "How fucking great."

Tara ran off the stage, leaving all of us wondering where she went. Sam, of course, tan after her sister. Mindy and Kirby sat down beside each other, springing into conversation.

"Guys, I'm scared," I muttered to Ethan and Chad, biting on my fingernails. Ethan took my hand away from my mouth and enveloped it into his own cold one. "Don't they think we've gone through enough?"

"I mean, it's got to end at some point, right?" Ethan asked in desperation.

"Not until they get what they want." Chad shook his head.

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( HIIIII!! how r you?
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