Chapter eighteen,

angel in disguise

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JASON SHOUTING, "Alright, I'm leaving don't want her waiting. You know where I'll be at." The door slammed shut, and leaving Greg home alone.

His eyes simply scrolling on his computer, excitedly biting his bottom lip because they were simply both finishing up Richie Kirsch and Amber Freeman's movie, all while the ones who were helping them had different motives, and all were eager to kill Samantha Carpenter and Jasmine Altieri.

Yes, he has Jasmine Altieri in one of his film classes, despite her being a nice person she has a habit of speaking to herself, or just staring at the walls and arguing with whoever — She had fucking terrified him at times, though it did irk him to kill a pregnant woman, he was a little bit on the defense side.

But, it has to be done.

Sam and Jasmine have to go.

He jumped up from his own chair when his phone suddenly rang, it had ultimately startled him to simply glance at his phone, "Hello?" A distorted voice was heard, Greg had huffed in complete annoyance, "Seriously, Jason? Cut the shit out." He said in complete annoyance.

   The distorted voice speaking, again, "Who's this?" He stirred up a conversation with his next victim.

   Greg who blinked his eyes, "Uh. . . Greg? Seriously, Jason. Cut this shit out! We're only supposed to use this voice when we kill Sam and Jasmine." He deadpanned.

   A smile never appeared on his face.

   The voice snickered, "Don't you know that's the first rule in horror movies. . ." His voice was just taunting him, "Never say your name, Greg!" He sneered.

Greg who gulped down in fear not really knowing who even was on the other line with him and thinking it was someone who's now fucking with him, "This isn't fucking funny anymore!" He yelled.

The voice who spoke once again, "Do you want to die tonight. Greg?" He taunted him, as he hung the phone up.

Greg's face physically paled.

Sound of clattering was heard, his entire demeanor stiffened. Fear radiated his entire body as he slowly stepped out his room, the floor was creaking at each step he took, as he was afraid if someone was in his home.

Eyes roaming around his house, passing his friends bedroom and slowly opening it just to make sure it wasn't him playing a sinister joke, he slightly jumped when the entire door had opened, and no one was there. A sense of relief filled his entire body.

Swallowing down his saliva.

Closing his friends bedroom door until his phone rang, "Do you think that I managed to make it inside, Greg?" The voice curiously had asked Greg, "What room do you think I'm in?" He taunted him.

   Greg who lied through his teeth, "The cops should be on their way, so you'd never get the chance!" He spat, slowly walking around his living room.

   The voice who simply replied, "I think I'd make it on time to slice you up, Greg. . ." There was a moment of silence until he spoke, "You threatened my daughter, after all!" Greg had visibly paled.

   The voice was no behind him.

   He had cautiously turned around with his eyes widening in fear, "Surprise, Greg." He had attempted to run, but whoever was behind was quicker, and also clumsy.

   Greg who had assumed had the upper hand had ultimately stumbled on his own feet, this person clamped his bottom leg and dragging him to the floor, a scream had erupted from his own lips, "No! No!" He pleaded, his eyes were trickling down with tears.

He didn't want to die.

He ultimately was laid up on his back, his face was now facing whoever was underneath this fucking mask just straddling him, the knife dug into his abdomen and moving it straight upwards, blood now dripping from his entire body, "I don't want to fucking die, who the fuck are you!?"

The voice spoke, "I'm someone – Someone with experience. . ." He clicked his tongue onto his teeth, "You should be honored to be killed from me, kid!" He sneered.

Greg who was just simply squirming, only for this unknown figure to just tighten his grip on his neck, simply raising his hand that held the knife, and shoving it into his eye that had made Greg let out a scream, the knife multiply being shoved into his eye.

   Blood releasing from his mouth.

   The knife was now simply being dragged beginning from his chest, all the way to end of his stomach, stabbing him over and over until his intestines were out of his body, all that had laid there was a lifeless body of Greg.

He pulled the mask off his face, "You're just one out of the other four. . ." Mickey spat, his hand gripping the knife along with his mask, well a entirely new cloak and mask that's for sure, "But I know something you don't." His knife was pointed at his head.

He walked over his lifeless body, he was simply eliminating those who would harm his daughter and her second family.

   He'd rather die than losing his daughter who's pregnant.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, hope you liked
this chapter solely based on
Mickey 😋😋

Some of these scream dialogues
were from scream two.

You think Mickey knows who
Richie family is? I feel like
this book will be longer because
I'm giving perspective chapters of
Mickey, I hope y'all are okay with
that.