Chapter thirty four,

can't kill my daughters guardian

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    GALE WAS FRUSTRATED she didn't necessarily trust Kirby to keep her niece, and the rest of the kids safe, ranting to her friend – Yes, she actually had friends, "Can you actually believe her, no talk show hosts my ass. Argh, well excuse me that I don't trust her with the kids!" She argued.

   Brooks who appeared into view, speaking towards her, "Well — It's, maybe a good thing just in case things go a bit south, it's probably best you stay here to be safe. . ." He had reassured her before he continued, "Santiago ain't here tonight?" He had shoved some more raisins in his mouth.

   Gale shook her head, "Apparently he has work today." She shrugged her shoulders, "Also. . . I'm trying not to get attached to him, especially now." Sadness was laced all over her voice, she really didn't want to get attached to someone, especially now.

   What if he dies?

   She still missed him, Dewey Riley.

   But, she wanted happiness. Unfortunately, she didn't think it was meant for her — It's not meant for everyone, and that's okay.

   Brooks exhaled his breath, "You know it doesn't hurt to let someone else in. . ." He had gently said to her, "I'm not telling you to move on, and just forget him, Dewey Riley —" The phone ringing interrupted his speech, "I'll get it." He retorted, he approached the phone, his body stiffened.

   He had hesitantly turned his head, eyes quickly glancing at Gale, and speaking, "He says it's the killer." He gulped.

   Gale had immediately gotten up, gently snatched the phone from her friends hand, "Hello?" She deadpanned.

   The disorientated voice spoke, "Hello, Gale. Strange that you and I have never spoken over the phone. . . this is long overdue." He retorted.

   Gale had boringly answered him, voice also laced with annoyance, "I agree." She lightly tapped her friends shoulder, and just ushering him into dialing the police.

   Taunting Gale, "I figured after all these years, you'd want an interview." He commented.

   Gale softly sighed into the phone, speaking, "You'd figure right, so what's your motive this time? You angry at the movies? Or, you're just trying to remain relevant." She sassed back.

   Voice just also lacing in complete venom, "I could ask you the same. Don't you know that legacy characters are disposable now. Nobody cares about the last centuries hero's." He had remarked.

   Gale scoffed, "Then why bother calling me?"

   Ghostface voice getting loud, "Call it nostalgic, or maybe you deserve to be punished for all that money you made out of the misery of others," He had simply snarled, "Maybe, it's time someone made a book reporting your death!" He taunted.

   Her writing was also her trauma, it was where she vents in peace. She didn't mean to profit at times on others trauma, perhaps her old self would've, but not now.

   Gale speaking some more to keep them busy until the police get to arrive, "You know you're like the tenth guy to try this, right?" She argued to him, voice also laced in complete annoyance, "And, spoil alert it never works for the dipshit in the mask!" She deadpanned.

   "Oh, but they most certainly leave a mark before they go, don't they?" He was slowly just heading towards a direction, a direction that'll hurt her, "Richie, Amber and Dean managed to butcher, Dewey carved him like a Christmas goose. How does it feel to loose the only man who ever loved you?" He snickered.

   Gale who spat, "Fuck you!"

   Ghostface instigating the situation a little bit more, worse, "How does it feel to know that you weren't there for him the end? Not there to give him comfort, as he died screaming in his own blood. . ." He had clicked his tongue on his teeth before continuing, "But, Jasmine was there. She has witnessed it all, curled up to his dead body afterwards, as she cried, you know shit like that it fucks with peoples heads — dismembering two people apart in several minutes? Now, that's a crazy bitch, right there. Father like daughter." He laughed.

   Gale had frustratedly spat at him, and clenching her hands into fists, "Leave her out of this!" She sneered.

   Ghostface who just continued, tauntingly speaking, "It's such a shame that her daughter who isn't even born yet, what was the name again. . ." Also chuckling like a complete manic, and continuing the monologue, "Ah. Little Autumn Meeks. That's such a precious name, you know it resembles Tatum Riley." He had retorted.

   Gale simply shook her own head, teeth gritting, "Whatever, you're planning you won't accomplish it. . ." She simply sneered, "You're not going to kill me, you won't even manage to touch me!" She attempted to reassure herself.

   Ghostface laughed, "I already have, you're right up." He taunted.

   The sound of someone being thrown made her let out a scream — Brooks, her friend was murdered and thrown with glass shattering, as his body dropped with a loud thud, gulping in simple fear when she seen him swipe the blood from his knife, and stepping forward as he had instantly began chasing her.

   Gale has easily dodged the knife, running towards her small kitchen, grabbing a pan and smacking them in the head, "Fuck!" She had just panicked even more, and heading out to her patio, and attempting to find a solution.

   It wasn't until she had ultimately heard a loud smack, and a body dropping, "Do I have to kill everyone!?" A familiar voice, she had slowly stiffened when she easily turned around.

   Mickey Altieri.

   Gale stumbled with her own words, slowly speaking, "I — What, Are you responsible for this shit!?" She crossed her arms.

   Mickey harshly grabbed onto the figure, as he also had a tight grip on the girls arms who had the cloak and mask, "Santiago, get your ass over here, and help me!" He gritted with his teeth, it was then a familiar face appeared.

   Gale felt herself pale, ". . . You!?"

   A sense of betrayal rushed over her features.

   Mickey had rolled his eyes, all while Santiago was ashamed at himself when he seen the way Gale looked at him, eyes had quickly focused back on the situation, "Save the exaggeration for later, you wanna know who's behind this little massacre." Mickey's eyes had twinkled in complete excitement.

   Gale simply ignoring Santiago, "Fine. Remove the shitty mask, let's see what you know." She had given Mickey a sarcastic smile.

   Santiago had pulled off the mask, a girl with almost reddish hair, a sour look on her face, all while Gale slowly spoke, "Wait a minute, you were dead!? No — You're also one of Minnie's friends. Why. . . Why do this!?" She snapped.

   She spat blood from her mouth, "I'm not friends with your whore of a niece. . ." She had sneered only to feel herself getting impaled by a knife in her stomach, "What'd you say about my daughter!?" Mickey sneered.

   Quinn had easily froze, swallowing down her saliva when she had glanced at the man who was holding onto her, it was Jasmine's dad, one of the former Ghostface, she felt her heart just thumping rapidly, "You're her father. . . you're the one who's also been fucking up with our plans to avenge our brother." She remarked

Mickey who faked his own pity and shoving Quinn towards Santiago to simply hold onto her, rubbing his jaw, "Avenging a brother who simply didn't do shit — He had two teenagers do all his work!?" He laughed.

It didn't take Gale long to figure it out, her mouth went dry, "Oh my God." She exhaled her breath.

Quinn who snarled attempting to lunge at him in hatred, "Shut-up! You don't know shit!"

Mickey who had sneered back, "I know more than you know, you stupid girl!" He remarked at her face, and harshly gripping her jaw, "You didn't think about your consequences!?" He taunted her.

Quinn who has simply laughed, "What about your consequences!?" She remarked, "You're a killer who escaped prison, you think they'll be looking at us, we're innocent. . . But, you're not innocent." She taunted.

Gale who spoke, "Neither are you."

Mickey simply clicked his tongue on his
own teeth, and roughly speaking to her, "Do you really think that I give a damn, little girl?" He had tapped his finger on her forehead.

Sirens were being heard

Quinn who simply laughed, "I think you do care. . ." She began mocking, "What would your daughter think? She wouldn't want to see her poor daddy any—" Mickey had enough of her stupidity rant and had ultimately pulled out his gun, and shot her in the forehead several times.

Santiago had deadpanned, "You couldn't of done this shit, awhile ago?" He easily pointed out.

Mickey had shrugged his shoulders, "Wanted to take my time, don't you be judging me." He had playfully smiled before he glanced at Gale, "A thank you would be nice." He grinned.

Gale had narrowed her own eyes, "Pick this shit up, and both out of my house. . ." She pointed her finger to the dead girl, "I'll figure out how to lie, again to your daughter!" She retorted.

Ignoring desperate pleads from Santiago to even listen to her for a split second, she had headed towards the kitchen and pulling out a knife, and slowly exhaling her own breath, "Oh! Fucking shit." She slowly gritted her own teeth.

She slid down beside her couch, remaining lost in her own head until she heard a familiar voice, "Aunt Gale!" Her steps had gotten closer until she had seen her niece, her eyes were just bloodshot red, "You're okay, you're okay!" Her voice cracked.

Sam who seen the entire mess, "Holy shit."

Chad commenting as well, "Yeah, holy shit."

Jasmine just engulfed her Aunt into a hug before releasing her, she noticed her Aunt was ultimately stabbed just once, "You're hurt. . . How'd you even manage to escape from him, I thought that something would've happened to you." She furrowed her eyebrows.

Gale ultimately lied, "Brooks, he had jumped right in front me before the attack could've gotten worse, but I'm okay." She kissed the top of her head.

She didn't like lying to her, but it was better to keep things just in the down low — She just didn't want to interfere with what plans that Mickey Altieri has.

Jasmine had exhaled her breath, "I'm so glad you're okay, I can't lose you." She snuggled into her Aunt Gale's arms until paramedics arrived, and them ultimately just taking her Aunt to the hospital.

This was the beginning to the end.

Only three left.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, hope you liked this
chapter.

A part of me hates/loves
this chapter.

When Ethan, Bailey, Jodie
don't know Quinn is dead
because of someone using
her phone 😍 >>>

Tara and Minnie having a
argument towards the
epilogue 😋