Chapter ten,

she's so dead, I want her dead

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"AMBER ISN'T HOME," the sweet voice of Mrs. Freeman was simply heard on the other line, all while Jasmine was in the backseat of Samantha Carpenter's car, her phone in her ear, "She's out with some friends, but I'll tell her you called." Jasmine clenched her jaw, and not even bothering to say goodbye, she hung up.

Slamming her phone frustratedly on the empty seat beside her, "Hey, what's going on back there, Minnie?" Dewey had called out, and turning his head to glance at her.

Jasmine didn't tell him what was frustrating her, so she partially didn't tell him the whole entire truth, "I just — I'm still processing that he's gone, and I'm so tired. Tired of all of this, Ghostface shit." Also, the betrayal of friends but she remained silent on that, she just hopes that she's wrong.

Maybe, it's her paranoia.

Amber wouldn't do this, she wouldn't.

Dewey nodded his head, "Tired of this too, but after all this is over we can all go back to how things were. . ." It was then that Sam was speeding up too fast, and making them all gasp in fear, Dewey who's eyes widened, "Stop! You know we have to live through this to help her, right?" He had sassily remarked to Sam before glancing at Jasmine who given him a thumbs up that she's okay.

   Sam who answered, "Just hold on both."

   They continued speeding up.

   Jasmine who decided to made a snarky comment, and simply rolling her own eyes at the situation while tightening her seatbelt on herself, "What is this shit fast and the furious?" She eyed Sam.

   Dewey pinched his nose, he was waiting for this one. Jasmine always had a habit of making some little joke during situations like this, as according to her it lowers the tension down a bit.

   Sam who ignored the inside joke, and just decided to grab her phone, "I'm going to call Richie. . ." The phone rang until it sounded like the other person answered, sighing in simple relief, "Richie? Are you at the hospital?" She worriedly asked.

   Their faces paled, "Hello, Samantha."

   Jasmine simply gripping her seat cushion while Dewey sighed, as Ghostface continued speaking, "Richie can't come to the phone right now." He had remarked, taunting her, "He's finding out what happens to people who stick their noses in business that doesn't concern them." He yelled out.

They had parked by the front of the hospital, all were quickly stepping out of the vehicle, as Samantha had continued stalling him, "Please don't hurt him." She worriedly said, the three hurrying up and just searching for the closest elevator.

Ghostface who taunted her, "Tell you what. You can choose. I'll only kill one." He retorted.

The elevator dinged to allow them all to enter, "What? What? Tara? Who do you want to hear die?" He had remarked, voice getting louder.

Sam who began pleading, "No. Please! I'm begging you. Please don't hurt them." She had cried out, ten floors left to finally arrive to her sisters floor.

Ghostface who taunted, "Really? You can't save your own sister?" His voice was laced with venom, as if he was just pissed that Sam wasn't giving the response he wants, "All you have to do is say, Kill Richie." He reasoned.

The sound of crashing and screaming was simply heard from the line, "No, Tara! Don't touch her! Please, please, please. Im begging you." Sam cried out.

Four more floors left to finally be on the floor that Tara is in.

Ghostface who had called out, "Or say, Kill Tara. And I'll make sure to hit all the organs, I missed last time." He spat.

The voice of Tara's was heard, "Fuck you!

Sam who pleaded once again, "I'm begging you please don't hurt her." She worriedly told him.

Ghostface who had spoken, harshly than before, "Last chance to save one. Choose!" He spat venomously.

Sam who exhaled, "Why are you doing this?"

Ghostface who responded angrily, "You want to know why, Sam? Maybe it's because you're a selfish bitch who can't even make a decision to save the life of someone you love. Maybe you're too weak for this franchise. . ." He had taunted her, as he let out one final remark towards her, "But, Jasmine Altieri, she's got quite the fire in her, a little sweetheart but has the devil eyes just like her daddy." He had harshly snapped.

Sam who just sounded like she was crying, all while Dewey was already getting towards the front and gun pointing forward to simply shoot, "Maybe, you're right. Or maybe I'm just stalling for time, fuckhead!" Sam snarled.

The elevator dinged.

Dewey beginning to shoot, but only leaving Ghostface to quickly run the opposite direction to avoid any bullets.

Dewey ran forward, "I'll get Richie."

Jasmine who ran towards Tara with Sam right next to her, "Come on, let's go." Jasmine had worriedly said.

Both girls helping Tara up, as she was groaning and crying, all while dewey began to call out to them, "Get the elevator!" The sound of crashing was heard.

Dewey who was thrown harshly against the wall, Jasmine couldn't make any move since she had Tara clinging onto her, gun shooting up in the air was heard, Dewey fighting against unknowns grip.

Please, be okay.

Dewey getting the upper hand until he's knocked onto the ground, gun dropping and moved across from him, crawling back towards his gun, all while he was suddenly turned over by Ghostface, gripping said person hand to get the knife away from his face, "Not today." He grunted in frustration.

Dewey twisted the knife out their hand, hand gripping their shoulders and just head butting them, and shaking his head quickly grabbing his gun, all while Ghostface stood up and just attempting to head towards Dewey, it was then that he shot Ghostface multiple times, as he was thrown against the wall and shattering the glass.

   Dewey who stood up and grabbing Richie, again, "Come on, hurry up." He ushered for all to go inside the elevator, he had entered the elevator only to pause, "The head." He finally remembered.

   "What?" Sam questioned.

   Dewey who glanced at them all worriedly as he spoke to them, "You have to shoot 'em in the head, or they always come back." He retorted.

   Sam who just furrowed her eyebrows, "Dewey! Who gives a fuck?" She remarked.

   Dewey responded, "I do."

   Jasmine who was getting scared of all this and what can go wrong, "I'm going with you, I'm not leaving without you. . ." She had let Tara fully clung onto Sam only for Dewey to just gently push her back inside the elevator, "No. you stay with them here, I'll be fine. I promise, Minnie." He kissed her forehead, as the elevators fully closed.

She couldn't do this, go down to safety without him as he's in danger, she's never left him behind.

The elevator dinged for them to leave the elevator, all while she remained inside, "Come on, Jasmine. Let's go, you can wait for Dewey in the waiting area." Sam ushered her out.

Jasmine who glanced at her, her eyes were dark and just laced with worry and anger, "No. I'm going back up there, I'm getting him back down here." She had clicked the elevator to close.

She can't lose him, he was all she had. Yes, she knows that she has her biological dad, but he was in prison. He didn't raise her, Dewey Riley did.

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"I'LL BE A THOUGHTFUL PERSON AND SEND, MINNIE CONDOLENCES," Ghostface venomously remarked, knife digging into Dewey's stomach, the sound of groaning in pain was heard, but before he can stick the other knife in his back, he felt someone hit him in the back of the head.

Jasmine had a fire extinguisher, "Get your fucking hands off him, you motherfucker!" She snarled at him, all while Ghostface fell to the ground, "Come on, come on!" She ushered her Uncle.

Dewey was simply holding onto his own stomach, slightly limping from the pain that he was already enduring, "Shit — That was close." He rasped out in pain, all beginning to head back to the elevator.

It was then that another one had appeared in their view, and ultimately yanking Jasmine's hair, and knife simply piercing onto her left shoulder and making her stumble backwards, as she screamed in pain, "Bold of you to come up here without any fucking weapons, Altieri." He snapped venomously, all while the second began to get up.

Dewey yelling out, "Minnie!" He watched as this other one had his hand now gripping onto her neck.

He was about to head on over there, but was ultimately stopped when the second one had ultimately dug the knife behind his back, his eyes widened, all while Jasmine had her eyes focusing onto her Uncle Dewey, "No! Please stop!" She begged whoever was beneath this mask.

The one who holding onto her couldn't help, but laugh at her desperate pleads to leave the ex-sheriff alone, "The fun's just beginning, he has to go. Now watch as we kill the first person who cares about you, and next it's your little boyfriend." He remarked.

Jasmine just felt her eyes getting watery and attempting to fight off his grip, "Please! Kill me not him. Please!?" She was desperate that she'd rather die, "I still need him, he's my dad!" She's never once called him that before, but Dewey was always like her second dad.

The second Ghostface had tilted his own head, knife was still impaled in his back and just before she assumed that he was going to leave him be, he brought the second knife and slit his throat, she let out the loudest piercing scream ever, "No, no, no!" She felt her knees buckle, and giving up.

She felt like she died.

Witnessing his death.

Ghostface watched as his body dropped onto the ground, he was now partially lifeless, "It's an honor." He remarked.

The Ghostface who was simply holding onto her had dropped her to the ground, her hands were simply placed on the floor, and sobbing for what she witnessed, steps approaching her as she made eye contact and squinting her eyes a bit she seen it, ". . . Amber?"

Laughter was simply heard before both figures had disappeared.

Jasmine who simply walked towards her Uncle, she placed her hands on his neck, "It's okay — You're going to be okay, we're going to go home and watch marvel movies. . ." She was already in simple terms: denial, "And you're going to tell Aunt Gale that you love her, and then we're going to go to New York." She had breathed out, eyes just watery.

No response.

Jasmine began to sob, "Please? You can't leave me, I don't want to be alone. . . I'm scared to be alone, I still need you." She had sobbed louder.

She didn't hear when officers began to arrive, it felt like forever as she was curled up in a ball right beside her Uncle, she didn't want to leave him alone.

It was then that she heard a familiar voice, Deputy Vinson, "Come on, kid. You have to let him go, we need to — Come on, we have to get your shoulder checked out." She didn't even notice that he picked her up.

Her voice was just so low, "She's so dead. . ." Everything about her was so hollow that it was terrifying Deputy Vinson, "I want her dead."

A part of her died in this hospital.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, hope you liked
chapter ten.

I made his death here more
gruesome. I'm sorry.

Before some say ... why is she acting
like a baby. She isn't, she's just in a
really emotional state.

Gale and Sydney next
chapter. But, Jasmine knows
who's now beneath one of the
masks.