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Of course the first girl I love turned out to be a fucking psychopath. The thing I couldn't quite figure out is why? Amber had so much to lose; her friends, her family, me.

We tossed Tara in a closet with duct tape around her wrists and ankles. "Amber" She whimpered, "Logan"

Amber aimed the gun at my head, "You move a muscle and I'll blow your fucking head off" She grabbed an extra piece of tape and slapped it over Tara's mouth and shut the door.

Amber pressed the gun up to my back and forced me out of the room. "If you're gonna kill me just get it over with already"

"You play a much bigger part, I can't kill you just yet"

We stopped at the bottom of the stairs and Amber pistol whipped me. I fell to the floor clutching my head as the world around me spun. "Oh, fuck you" I groaned. Amber then kicked me in the ribs, "Fuck!" I cried out. I rolled around on the floor in pain with a hand over the side of me head. "You're the worst girlfriend ever!"

Amber crouched over me and held the gun to the side of my head where she had just pistol whipped me. "I'm gonna enjoy killing you"

"If I wasn't high right now I'd totally kick your ass" I said, but Amber just laughed. Y'know when you think something is real funny that you snort like a pig. That laugh.

"Oh, please, you couldn't even if you tried" She fired back. "You're just as weak and pathetic as your father"

I flicked the gun to the side but Ambers finger slipped and fired the damn pistol at my shoulder. I kicked her off of me and ran to the kitchen to grab a knife.

I hid behind the kitchen island holding the knife to my chest. 'This isn't real, this isn't real' I kept telling myself. I repeated those words over and over in my head trying to convince myself this was just a nightmare.

"Logan! Where are you baby?" Amber called out as she entered the kitchen, "You're pissing me off!" My heart was pounding in my throat and my grip on the knife tightened.

My head turned at the sensation of Amber standing beside me. "There you are" She grinned.

Everything in me wanted to get up and run, but I sat there, frozen, staring back and forth and the pistol in Ambers hand and that psychotic look on her face. She took a knee and reached for the knife I held onto and ripped it out of my grasp. She admired it for a second before shoving it into my side and twisting it.

I let out a pain filled scream before Amber pulled the knife out and shoved me onto the ground. I watching as the ceiling spun then slowly got darker and darker.

"You bitch" I breathed.

. . .

My head shot up and I scanned the kitchen in a panic. I grabbed the counter and pulled myself up off the wooden floor. At the same time, Sidney Prescott had poked her head into the kitchen and spotted me at the kitchen island barely able to stand.

"Sidney?" She ran to me and caught me before I collapsed. "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?!" Sidney sat up against the side of the island.

"Oh, y'know, just playing a little game of tag with fucking Ghostface" I said sarcastically. "It's really fun, you should join us"

"Okay, enough. Where is she?" Asked Sidney.

"I don't know" I shrugged, "The bitch stabbed me and I passed out"

"She could've killed you," Sidney realized, but neither of us knew exactly why she hadn't. "so why are you still alive?"

"Apparently her crazy Ghostface ass needs me alive for something" I told Sidney.

"Are you okay here? I need to go find her" I nodded at Sidney, "Try not to die, Logan"

I smiled weakly at Sidney, "I'll try my best" Sidney exited the kitchen and checked the rest of the house.

Half my shirt was stained with blood and death was the only thing on my mind right now. I was too young to die, I didn't want to die. But if I died then I would get to see Liv and Wes again, and my mom. The more I thought about being able to see them, the more okay I was with dying.

No. What the fuck was wrong with me? How could I possibly be okay with dying? I couldn't leave my dad, he'd be all alone. He'd already lost my mom, his brother went fucking crazy, and his family had practically disowned him. I had to hang on for my dad.

Suddenly, there was a loud thud, then nothing. I pulled myself off the floor and used the wall to keep me upright.

Sidney and Amber lay on the wooden floor groaning and Richie was limping down the stairs.

"Logan," Sidney motioned towards the gun that lay a few feet in front of her and Amber -who was dressed as Ghostface- "the gun" But Sam got the pistol before any of us did. "Shoot him!"

"Thank god, you're okay" Richie -from seemingly nowhere- pulled out a knife and shoved it in her stomach. Sam looks up at him with her eyes in confusion, but hints of feeling of betrayal in them. "Cause I really, really wanted to be the one to kill you" Richie stole the gun from Sam and aimed it at Sidney who began to stand. "Sit the fuck down, Prescott!"

Richie turned back to Sam and twisted the knife and she fell into his arms. Amber pulled the stupid Ghostface mask off and was handed the gun. She aimed it at me and pulled the trigger. I slid down the wall screaming and groaning in pain with my one free hand covering the bullet wound on my leg.

"Logan!" Sidney reached her hand out towards me but Amber pulled her up and held the gun to her head.

"I know, it's a bummer it's me" Richie pulled out the voice changer and held it up to his lips. "But it really was the best choice for the movie" He laughed.

"This isn't a fucking movie!" Sam shouted at her psycho boyfriend.

"No, but it will be" Richie turned to look at Amber, "That's the point, right Amber?"

"Right, hun. Third act, bloodbath, check. Killers reveal, check. Time for the big finale!"

It was just then that I realized what Amber had said. " 'Hun?' Are you two..."

"Did I not tell you?" She laughed.

Richie pulled the knife out of Sam's stomach and she fell forward into Richies arms, screaming from the pain.

"Let's get 'em into the kitchen" Amber ordered, "Lets go, bitch!" Amber and Richie dragged Sidney and Sam to the kitchen.

I heard heavy footsteps coming back and I knew it was Richie. Richie pulls me by the neck of my shirt and drags me across the room and right into the kitchen where he just tossed me into the room. I slid across the floor making a blood trail. My back had hit Sam's shoe, she flipped me on my back and held me in her arms.

"Someone has to save the franchise!" Richie shouted, "You see, no one has made a great Stab movie since the first one, not really!" He turned to Amber -still pointing the knife at Sam and I- "Hey baby, you wanna go get the uh, very ex Mrs. Riley?"

"Yeah I do" Amber happily replied.

"Sam, I'm scared. I don't wanna die" Sam wiped the tear off my cheek with her thumb. "Please don't let me die"

"Shut the fuck up, Macher!" Richie pointed the gun at Sam and I before turning his attention back to Sidney. "You see the last Stab movie?"

"Not really a big fan of scary movies" She replied.

"Checks out, anyways it sucked balls!" He told her, "Because nobody takes the true fans seriously, not really. They just laugh at and WHY?! BECAUSE WE LOVE SOMETHING? We're just a fucking joke to them?!" Richie screamed. "How can fandom be toxic? It's about love! They don't fucking understand these movies are important to people"

Sam sat me up against the cabinets and stood, "Richie..."

Sam was cut off by Richie who lifted the gun up to her face. "And we're gonna help them! Hollywoods totally fucking out of ideas, so we decided we give them some new source material to follow, y'know bring it back to basics" Richie turned his head towards Sam, "Because that's how you make a great Stab movie, Sam, based on actual events"

Amber dragged in Gale who groaned from the pain she was in. "Sit the fuck down!"

Richie walked over to Sam and I while Amber stood in front of Sidney with the bloody knife.

"Did all this, just to make me the hero of your fucked up movie?" Sam questioned her psycho boyfriend.

"Sweetie, you're not the hero, you're the villain. The daughter of Billy Loomis who sees fucked up visions of her dead dad. Sidney Prescott killed your father," Sidney and Sam exchanged glances, "You did all this just to get her back to Woodsboro"

"You cant forget about poor little Logan," Amber flashed me an evil smirk before turning back to Sidney. "She's not the daughter of Stu Macher but she is his niece, and I guess that's good enough"

"Picture it Sam" Said Richie, "The daughter of Billy Loomis and the niece of Stu Macher go crazy and kill their friends in Stu Machers old house. Now that's a movie!"

"You're sick in the head" I muttered, "Sam and I aren't gonna be your fucking villains"

"How'd you even know Billy Loomis was my dad?" She asked the two psychos.

"I mean it's a small town and your moms a drunk!" Amber laughed. "I met Richie on the Stab subreddit, I've been obsessed ever since my parents bought this house. We realized pretty quickly that we had similar ideas"

"Can we hurry this shit up? I'm feelin' woozy here!" I looked down at my beige t-shirt that was now soaked with blood and choked back some vomit. "Oh, please kill me now before I vomit everywhere" Sam, Sidney, and Gale all shot me very confused and concerned looks. "What? I wanna die now, not later from blood loss"

"Do you have a death wish?" Richie asked, and I just shrugged.

Amber glanced over at me, "Don't worry, Logan, you'll get your ending soon enough" She turned back to Sidney and chuckled. Amber moved away from Sidney a bit, not too far, a foot at least. " 'Cause anyone can die in a requel!"

Sidney reached for something on the kitchen island, but Amber was quick to react and stabbed Sidney in the stomach.

Shouts erupted from everyone's mouths as Sidney fell to her knees with a hand pressed against her stab wound.

Sam and I tried to make our way over to Sidney but Richie pointed the gun at us, so we stopped where we were. "Hey! Sit the fuck down" Richie bent down beside Sidney, "I'm so sorry Sid, we can't let you live either. I mean surviving this many times? It would just be ridiculous" He chuckled, "This time, the fans are gonna be the ones who win. That about cover it?"

"Nailed it, baby" Amber replied.

"Get Tara out of the closet," Amber sped out of the kitchen. "we gotta start staging the bodies!" Richie sang as he stood, still aiming the pistol at four of us that sat on the floor around Sidney.

"Stay with me, Sid" Said Gale, "Stay with me"

"You really should've listened to Dewey, he nailed it one!" Richie pointed at himself, "Dude, look at the love interest! Are you fucking stupid?! I even had you convinced it could be your sister!"

"Um, she's not here!" Amber shouted.

"The fuck you mean 'she's not here'? "

"I untied her" Sam spoke, "Guess you're not as persuasive as you thought" The landline rang and Richie jumped a little, "That's for you"

Richie scoffed, "Yeah, like your gimpy little sisters gonna make a difference? She's our fucking pincushion at this point!" He yelled, "Amber! Fan out, she couldn't have gotten far"

"I can't find her- " Amber was cut off and a loud thud followed soon after.

"Amber?" Richie called out.

Richie was distracted at the moment so Sam tackled Richie to the floor. Richie was on top of Sam and the two were fought over the gun.

I was struggling to stay awake, my eyes wanted to give out but I wouldn't allow that to happen. "Gale, I'm- I can't..." I had managed to only spit out those four words.

Richie had stormed out of the kitchen on a hunt for Sam, and almost at the same time, Amber walked in from another entrance. Sidney grabbed the black cloak and pulled Amber down.

Amber threw off the costume and quickly grabbed a knife off the island about stab Sidney in the back. But Gale had reacted quickly and reached for Ambers wrist, not letting her stick the knife into Sidney's back.

All at the same time, Sidney spun around and smashed the hand sanitizer bottle over Ambers head.

Ambers hands flew over her face, "The fucking hand sanitizer?!"

Gale and Sidney flipped Amber over the kitchen island and she landed right beside me and the two of us glanced at the other.

I sort managed to half smile at her as tears blurred my vision. I know I should hate her, but how could you hate someone who showed you it was okay to be different.

Sidney reached down and gripped Ambers shirt and lifted her up onto her feet. "Why are you doing this?"

"I just wanted to be part of something!" Amber defended, "It's not my fault!"

"You killed my best friend!" Gale shouted.

"Yeah, and he died like a pussy" Said Amber.

Amber pushed Gale up against the fridge, shoving a finger in Gales bullet wound.

It was all so sudden, everything became slightly darker and blurry. I took my hand off my stab wound and it was covered in blood, and when I say covered I really mean it.

"Fuck" I put my hand back over my stomach and threw my head back, resting it against the cupboards.

The next thing I knew, Sidney had fallen beside me and was sort of out of it.

Amber suddenly pulled me up by the neck of my shirt and smirked. "Time for your ending, bitch" Amber slowly reached for a knife and dragged the blade down my cheek, all while doing this creepy ass smile. "You're gonna famous"

There was this odd falling sensation in my stomach, I don't know if I wanted to vomit or cry. My mind switched back and forth from wanting to die to the complete opposite.

But, I was too weak to fight her off. Amber lifted the knife and I closed my eyes. I didn't want my last memory to be the girl I loved shoving a knife in my chest.

Was I prepared to die? God, no. No one was ever really ready to die, but in this moment, I had to be.

A/N:

cliffhanger 🤪  this chapter is also longer than I would have liked