Woodsboro: Road

Yet another race is now on to save a potential Ghostface target. This time, it's someone that's important to Sam as well as Y/N.... Tara Carpenter. Although it still managed to hit Y/N where it hurt, Judy and Wes's deaths were just distractions to lure the police away so the same amount of police there was before, one guard, is now on the private floor, which now makes it easy for any serial killer to take them by surprise. 

Sam is currently on the phone, informing Richie was apparently busy eating pizza and watching YouTube to go find his girlfriend that ran away in a bad mood to inform him that not only is the Sheriff dead, but Tara could be very well in danger. The other two can tell what he's saying back to her, but likely, it's just him trying to understand her mouth shooting words faster than he can listen.

"So, you two know each other?" Dewey queries curiously as he glances between the two. He's barely known Deputy L/N as much as he probably should just because he quit the force right before he joined and has only seen him around the bar, which is his justification for asking. "Best friends?"

"Small talk isn't helping Dewey." Y/N lets him know with a look, trying to keep the drive going in silence.... but ends up giving in anyway. "But, we're actually the exes who hate each other's guts, just so you know. Far from friends."

"Ah, I know that feeling." Dewey comments with a slow nod while Sam just leans against the passenger window, trying to keep herself calm as well.  "I'm not good with women either, trying to understand them is like trying to understand Advanced Algebra." 

"I know, right?" Y/N agreeingly exaggerations, throwing up a hand. "Like, I can dismantle and put my Smith and Wesson back together ten times in the duration of an hour. But women? They just... never tell you what you did wrong."

"Tell me about it..."

"Alright, he's on his way." Sam lets them know as she finally pockets her phone, actively pretending that she wasn't able to hear what they were talking about, and the men are grateful for it. "How far are we?"

"Going as fast as I can!" Y/N tells her as he shows that he's literally speeding right now, trying to get to the hospital in time. 

"Well, drive faster!"

"What do you think having my foot on the metal without pulling it up means I'm doing? Watching a Game of Thrones incest sex scene?!" 

"Wow, now I know how Sidney felt..." Dewey mumbles as he looks at the two with almost admiration instead of disappointment, now being in the third wheel this time around. Sam gives him a brief glare before turning back to Y/N.

"Can't you drive any faster than that?!"

"That depends, you want me drive like we're back in high school?" Y/N asks her with a cheeky expression on his face, and Sam almost instantly understands what he means, a huge grin creeping up her lips. "I'll take that as a yes."

He then slams his foot down, now fully breaking the laws of the road as he goes from left to right, practically flipping the signs and streetlights off with every turn. This causes everyone to hold on tight, especially Dewey. "Aaaah!" He yelps as a car almost runs into them, only to abruptly stop at the last moment. "You know we have to live through this to help her, right?!"

"Just hold on and trust the ex-street racing champing." Y/N quips as he pumps up his chest before letting the meter on his dashboard go higher and higher. 

"The ex what?!" 

Ignoring Dewey's panicked question, Y/N taps on Sam's back. "Hey, I know this is a lot to ask considering that I've done a pretty shitty job at being by your side for a decade and fucking half, but can you put your faith in me for this one moment?" He requests with an earnest begging look on his face. Sam stares at him, blinking as to why he would think that, but then nods in response. 

"Yeah..."

Y/N smirks.

"In that case, pull out your phone again."

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Woodsboro: Hospital

Tara Carpenter is currently watching a scary movie of her own while sitting alone in the private hospital room. It's quite literally the only thing keeping her sane right now while she's alone in this environment, wishing that she could get some kind of medicine so she can walk again and see something that isn't fucking painted white.

Right as she's watching the group of survivors discussing their game plan, she hears a loud yelp mixed with a thud. Tara looks over with a worried face. "Hello?" She calls out, hoping that the guard just tripped or something. "Hello?" She does it again, but no one responds to her, causing the heart monitor connected to her to begin beeping faster. 

"Fuck's sake..." She mutters as she quickly takes out all of the tubes and such connected to her before reach over for her wheelchair. She struggles a bit when she finally grabs onto it, her weak strength having a hard time pulling it over to her, but she eventually manages to get it close. She then throws the sheets off of her and forces herself onto her wheelchair, but the horrible angle she has makes her bump into a couple things and she curses when her stitches and cast get rubbed against. 

She then starts getting the wheels moving, but her hand wrapped in multiple bandages sadistically wants to punish her for doing so, and she whimpers a bit at the unexpected pain. In spite of it though, she pushes on and wheels towards the door, having a clear mind to get to the elevator as quickly as possible.

However, she barely has enough time to get out of the hospital room before the lights all sudden go off. She looks around in horror, realizing that the killer really is here and has now turned off the generator. She pushes the wheels quicker, finally crossing the doorway.

She then checks left and right, until something causes her to jump......

It's her phone, which is still on the hospital bed, ringing up a storm creating a loud noise. She panics even more now as she decides to keep going and ignore whoever's calling her. She starts going down the hall, though constantly getting a shot of pain every time she pushes. 

Mid-way there, she gets to the desk where she finds a pool of blood, where her eyes follow it to find only one guard around..... with his throat slit. He lays on his back with a flipped over chair next to him, gagging on his own liquid while Tara covers her mouth in horror. Wasn't there more people standing here?!

Sadly, that also means that he's the only one with a gun, so Tara mentally forces herself to reach over and pull the cop's gun away from his hip, only to find that the gun's missing from it's holster. Then she hears a door open with a creak that echoes across the entire floor.

Another trap!

Tara holds in a freaking out cry as she glances around before spotting a empty room with it's door open. She quickly wheels her way in, letting one pained yell out before she scoots herself between the door and the window to hide. "Fuck...." She swears as she struggles to get the damn door closed, only being able to get it mostly way there. She leaves the crack so she can focus on grabbing the phone on the wall.

However, when she begins dialing it, she hears a door closing shut from afar. "Shit!" She silently exclaims as she stops punching it numbers and instead holds the phoen up as if it was a mace. Footsteps then begin coming closer and closer to her position, until she sees a figure through the blinds of the window. 

They seem to just be passing by her room at first, but when she accidentally lets another whimper out, they abruptly stop and turn towards the door curiously......

Then, after a few seconds, they grab the handle on their side and push it open, prompting Tara to strike....

"Ow!" Richie yelps as Tara hits his ear, causing him to fall to his knee in pain. "Ah.... Gosh, damn it!" 

"Richie?!" Tara recognizes in shock, having only expected the killer to roaming through these halls right now. "What are you doing here?" She asks with a hint of paranoid suspicion. 

"Sam.... ah, called. She said that.... you were in danger?" Richie reports with a slight wince, feeling every bit of force Tara put in that swing. He gets himself up and looks down at what she hit him with. "Did you just hit me with a phone?"

"RICHIE, LOOK OUT!"

The guy snaps his head around to find Ghostface standing behind up. They raise up their knife and Richie frantically raises his arm in a desperate attempt to block it, getting himself cut in the process. He then decides to hold it again when they try to stab him again, which only frustrates his attacker who angrily grabs his head and slams it against the door. 

Tara gasps as she watches the human that's not in crutches go down like a sack of potatoes. Ghostface then slowly turns to her, before getting a rolling heart monitor rolled at them, causing them to fall against the wall with a grunt. 

 There's now an army of adrenaline in Tara's veins, so she doesn't have any more trouble hastily wheeling out of the room. Yeah.... that's a lot, it still hurts like hell. Ghostface gets back on his feet as he walks out of the room to see her wheeling down the hallway in a self-torturous manner. During which, he hears a loud ringing coming from Richie's cell phone.

Since Tara's is going incredibly slow, in spite of the effort she's putting in, the killer decides to have a little fun and walks over to pull the phone out of Richie's pocket, answering the call himself. He also presses on his voice changer that is currently connected to his mask, where a red dot glows through the black fabric. "Richie! Are you at the hospital?"

"Hello, Samantha." Ghostface greets back, the modulated rough and menacing edges in his voice now deadly clear for Tara's ears. "Richie can't come to the phone right now, he's finding out what happens to people who stick their noses in where it doesn't concern them."

There's a second of silence as Sam seemingly takes the moment to choose her next words carefully. "Please.... please don't hurt him." She begs, which then gives the sadistic killer a great idea as he considers both Richie and Tara.

"I'll tell you what.... you can choose, I'll only kill one." Ghostface proposes, taking his sweet time walking towards a barely moving little girl.

"Wh-What?!" Sam exclaims, before realizing what he's suggesting. "TARA!"

"Are you crying, Samantha? You should be. This is what happens when you put your faith in that pathetic old boy toy of yours." Ghostface growls through the other end, as he keeps strolling. "He couldn't save you, he couldn't save Evelyn, and now he got himself removed from poor old Tara, putting her and your boyfriend in a position where one gets to see what the inside of their stomach looks like!"

"No, please! Please! I'm begging you! Don't hurt them!" 

"Really? You can't choose to save your own sister?" Ghostface teasingly queries, getting every bit out of Samantha being at his mercy. "All you gotta do is say...." He marches over and flips Tara's wheelchair over, sending her down on the floor on her stomach. " 'Kill Richie!' "

"No, no, Hey! Tara!" Sam yells, hearing Tara's screams as she hits the floor, lasting on her wounded hand. "Don't touch her! Please! I'm begging you-"

"Or say, 'kill Tara' and I'll make sure to hit all the organs I missed last time." Ghostface continues while Tara crawls towards the elevator for dear life. 

"Fuck you..." Tara looks over at curses at him before continuing to crawl.

"Please, don't hurt them..." Samantha begs again, this time in a whisper, as she sounds close to reaching her emotional breaking point. "Why are you doing this?!" 

"What? You think this is all about you?" Ghostface asks with a head tilt. "Maybe it's also because of Y/N, a selfish dick who was too busy jumping the now deceased ex-Sheriff's bones instead of actually doing his damn job." He sarcastically remarks as he's now standing right above Tara, ready to throw the bait he originally set into the trash. "Maybe the two of you are too weak for this franchise."

"Maybe you're right...." Sam cries while Ghostface kneels down and raises his knife, directed it towards Tara's back.

He then brings it down and-

*BANG!* 

*BANG!*

*BANG!*

Ghostface falls to the side as three slugs go into his chest. Jumping, Tara looks over to see Y/N coming over from the left hallway. "Or maybe I just had her stall for time because you narcissistic fucks talk too much." He quips as he lowers his gun and walks over just as the elevator opens and Sam and Dewey come out as well.

"I'll get Richie." Dewey states as he runs past Tara to get the boy who is currently waking up from the knock he just took. 

"We'll get Tara." Y/N responds.

"Tara!" Samana calls out in worriment as she and Y/N quickly begin grabbing Tara softly while she can't help but whimper at the wounds that now feel a lot worse since she challenged them way too much. 

"Come on, Richie..." Dewey says as he grabs onto Richie's non-wounded arm and lifts it over his shoulder. The guy groans in pain as he accepts the gesture, looking like the blow hurt more than he originally would think. "I got ya... it's going to be okay." The cop assures the guy in response to his weak behavior. 

"Shit, she can't handle walking with that cast on." Y/N quietly notes to Sam as he watches the pained winces on Tara who's practically biting her own tongue to suppress it. He lets go of the girl to go get the thing she fell out of. "I'll get the wheelchair, make sure she-"

He's cut off when Ghostface flies through a window and tackles Y/N, onto the ground. "Y/N!" Sam yells while the guy's gun goes off as it slides across the floor, creating a new hole in the wall. Dewey quickly reaches out towards him with his gun, but the killer kicks his leg, sending both him and Richie tripping on each other. 

Y/N growls as he quickly looks over and crawls over to successfully grab his piece. But right as he's about to point it at Ghostface, he swiftly stabs him in the shoulder where he stabbed him before, causing the cop to yell out in pain and accidentally shoot at the ceiling instead. He then socks his face with a nasty punch, sending him down. 

Dewey then finally stands up, but Ghostface is now charging at him and pins him against the wall. He lunges his knife at his face, but the cop grabs it mid-way there, causing a tense moment where the two engage in a similar version of tug-of-war that occurred earlier today. Richie crawls away, attempting to stand up, only to scratch his cut on the glass which makes him swear at the air instead.

During which, Y/N shakes his head and lifts himself on one knee to see Dewey trying to shoot at the killer point-blank, only for Ghostface to direct it upwards with his elbow and make him shoot at the ceiling instead. That reminds him of his own gun and he grabs it to help his sorta-predecessor, pointing it and pulling the trigger fast....

*Click*

*Click*

"Oh, suck my tits!" Y/N yells in frustration. However, that click distracts the killer enough for Dewey to turn the tables by shoving him into the opposite wall instead. He then flips Ghostface over on his side who does the same to him as well, causing him to lose his gun. Y/N then charges at the killer who reaches over for Dewey, tackling him away from the old man who's reaching for his gun.

However, he barely has him down for a second before Ghostface squeezes on his arm where he also got him, allowing him to kick Y/N off who hits his head on the desk so he can grab Dewey by the back right as he's about to touch his firearm. 

He forces Dewey on his back before bringing his knife down on top of him. However, Dewey grabs it again, but is now in an even worse position than previously, as Ghostface presses both hands against it, causing the knife to get closer and closer to his heart. "Not.... today..." He tells his attacker while struggling, using his other hand to twist the knife over to the left before letting go of his hold, which makes Ghostface accidentally hit the floor instead.

He then headbutts him, sending him spiraling back a couple feet, allowing him to grab his gun just as the killer stands up to receive even more gunshots to the chest, sending him flying into a trophy display. It falls apart, sending everything down on top of Ghostface, knocking him out. 

Dewey then takes a moment to grab a pale Richie, snapping him back to reality. "Richie, Richie, let's get outta here!" He says as he lifts the guy up with both arms, causing him to yelp when he feels his cut spike up again. They two take off together until they pass Sam who frantically taps on his shoulder.

"We can't leave him!" Sam emotionally calls out as he points to Y/N, who looks to be fading in and out of reality on account of the punishment he received from Ghostface. Dewey now realizes the situation.

"Go on, get them out of there!" Dewey orders as he quickly pushes Richie into the elevator, along with Sam and Tara, causing the older woman to blink at him, bewildered. 

"Dewey, what the hell are you doing?!" She asks him, not liking how he's just forcing them into the safe zone without him like this. 

"Saving Y/N, just like you asked." Dewey said as he then reaches over and pushes the button to the first floor for them. "But I can't just stop there, you also gotta shoot them in the head." He tells her, another lesson passed on from his mentor, Randy Meeks. 

"But Dewey-"

"Hey, don't make the same mistake I did." Dewey advises Samantha with eyes filled with past mistakes, stepping back as the elevator doors begin to close. "Always let your loved ones know how you feel about them."

"Dewey-!" 

And bam, the elevator doors are now shut, prompting Dewey to turn around and quickly rush over to Y/N, knowing that they'll have to take the stairs. He knows it looked crazy, but he had to make sure all of the extremely injured were out of harm's way first before Ghostface wakes back up. "Hey, hey, Y/N!" Dewey yells to him as he taps the guy's head as if he's asleep. Y/N groans as he looks up at him. "You okay? Can you walk?"

"Yeah, yeah...." Y/N weakly responds, getting himself up with the help of Dewey who pulls him up. "Bastard re-opened my stitches...." He explains as he jogs along with the old cop to the stairs, his choice to leave ADA catching up to him. "Fuck....  my dad's gonna kill me..." 

"Not if Sam does it first." Dewey responds with a small chuckle. "Come on, you need to get out of here." He then states he quickly opens the door and guides Y/N inside. "Go meet up with the others, I gotta finish the job."

"What?! Dewey, the building's going to be surrounded in a few seconds, who gives a fuck?" Y/N questions him as he turns around to see Dewey closing the door behind him.

"I do..." Dewey answers with a serious expression, his voice muffled through the glass window. Y/N looks at him as if he's crazy....

Before the killer pops up behind him.

"DEWEY!" Y/N yells right as Dewey turns around to get stabbed deeply into his chest with the killer's hunting knife. "No, no!" He exclaims as he tries to open the door, only for it to get stuck behind it opens through the other side, and Riley's body is currently blocking it. 

Ghostface then wails onto Dewey, stabbing him multiple times in the torso region, prompting a loud yell from the guy each and every time. "Yes! TODAY!" The killer roars as he then turns the old man around, forcing Y/N to be face to face with his victim as he then delivers the same treatment onto his back, carving into his spine so he can't move much of his body. 

Then, he leans his head over Dewey's shoulder who's bleeding from the mouth, making eye contact with Y/N. "Tell Randy I said hi..." Ghostface growls to both Dewey and seemingly Y/N with sanguine eyes as he puts his blade to the ex-sheriff's throat....

And slices his neck brutally open, spraying blood all over the door window, which blinds Y/N's field of view as he stands there, frozen. All he can do now is hear Dewey's rasps as he presumably falls to the floor according to the thud he hears next. He steps back, shaking, falling to his knees as he realizes that.... that the Dewey Riley... is dead. 

Then... he hears a scrubbing noise, and looks up to see Ghostface drawing a smiley face on the window with the blood before presumably fleeing the scene.

How he does it, Y/N does not know.

His mind flashbacks to Judy and Wes... 

And he now feels dead inside.

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Hospital: Hours Later

Y/N thought he could handle it, seeing a person killed in front of him like that, he's used to it. Lord knows that he's used to it. Except... he isn't. He never took pride when he had to kill, or when he..... when he took on a quest of vengeance to kill another human being all those years ago. He kept telling himself that he was a monster, which was the only thing that made him stay professional when he did it...

But... he shouldn't have done that. And now, it feels like all of his ghosts have come back to haunt him. When he finally steps back to the front of the building, he doesn't even notice Sam and Richie being questioned by a deputy, maybe Vision, near a cruiser. Nor does he notice Gale Weather's the deceased ex-wife, eventually realizing what had happened and having to be held back by almost everyone to prevent her from disrespecting a crime scene. You know what the most funny part is though? Despite both exits supposedly being covered.... Ghostface still got away.

Because why would he? He still needs to have his fucking final act, remember? 

After being cleared by the paramedics, Y/N sits down in the lobby, staring at his own reflection on the glass coffee table. He hears a voice calling his name, but it's muffled for him to listen... until they rub his shoulder. "Y/N?" Sam repeats, finally snapping him out of it, the ringing in his head stops and he looks up to see the face of the most beautiful women that he met ten years ago. "Oh, I'm so sorry." She whispers with a guilty bite of her lip. "I shouldn't have-"

"Why can't I save anyone?" Y/N abruptly asks, interrupting Sam as he stares into those eyes, those... fucking eyes that always made him fall in love. "Why....." He briefly pauses to swallow. "It was so easy. We found Tara, we pulled her out of there, but.... my dumbass still found a way to fuck everything up. A wheelchair? Who cares about the damn wheelchair?" He rants, degrading himself the entire way through. "Now, I got myself injured, and Dewey had to crawl my stupid ass out of there, distracting him from noticing what should've been an obvious jumpscare kill, or whatever the fuck the horror kids call it."

Sam blinks, listening to him pour his depressed heart out. "It wasn't your-"

"Don't lie, Daisy..." Y/N cuts her off again with a hand, calling her by her nickname he used to say back in high school. "Lying never helps anyone." He says quietly as his head drops again. "Guess what? I also have a dad who's known for being a serial killer, only that he didn't do any of it. He was framed, by Kevin... fucking, Duvall." He finds himself revealing to Sam with a bitter shake of his head, knowing that he really doesn't care about she sees him now. "But he still died, so my sister went on a homicidal killing spree of her own, taking herself away from me too. I was shunned by this point, I was the world's Sawyer family, I had to run, change my name, even if I was forced to use it to book into motels every night."

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"Welcome to Lakewood, Mr. James."

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"After we broke up and then discovering my sister was dead a year later, I returned because... I was angry.... I was bitter. I took all of the anger I had inside out on the man who took my mask like he was the one who owned it..... and then I killed him."

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"Alright, you kept your word...." Kieran notes as he stares at the figure's mask with a cautious expression on his face. "Now, are you gonna tell me who you are?" He then queries, wanting to know who he scored brownie points with that made them want to pull him out.

The masked figure tilts his head......

Before abruptly splitting his throat with the hunting knife he slides from his jacket's sleeve to his palm. Kieran now gags on his own blood that biles up to his throat before pouring out of his jugular. He falls on his knees then into the floor, fading face.

Looking forward, he sees the guard's gun on the floor, and with the last bit of strength he has left, crawls desperately towards it. The masked figure, knowing how futile it is, just watches for a few seconds before deciding that he's had enough. He pushes him down and stabs him in the back of his heart, finishing him off.

Then, the killer stands back up, he looks down at the dead convict before taking his mask off.

Y/N, tears in his eyes, his body shakes at what he's just done.

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"I'm a monster, Sam." Y/N flat-out says, not pulling any punches on himself. "And that's why you should stay away from me. Don't try and fix me, there's things that even time can't heal." 

"Samantha?" A background nurse calls out to the woman, causing her to turn around. "Your sister's awake." She informs her, causing Sam to turn back to Y/N who gives her a nod of approval.

"Go, she's more important in your life." Y/N encourages as he decides to go back to staring at himself through the glass coffee table. Sam looks reluctant to leave his side at first, but with two people she loves needing her, she eventually walks away to go see Tara. 

With her gone, Y/N clenches and slams his fist on the table, creating a crack in the glass. Everyone nearby jumps, causing him to calm himself down by singing his dad's favorite song to himself.

Daisy....

Daisy....

Give me your answer, do.......

I'm half....

Crazy....

All for the love, of you.....

Y/N hums to himself with a twisted smile. There's no denying it now, in all of this time, he never moved on from his past.

His soul died the second Piper died.

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(A/N) And that's it for now.

Sorry for the brief pause, but I needed to get some villain Y/N out of my system really quick with another book before I continued with this. I hope I got you all in the feels, it's my sadistic pleasure to add some emotion to your ride. 

Anyway, the final act starts next chapter with Amber's party. So get ready for the next few chapters which will no-doubt be absolutely crazy.

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