Chapter seven,

choose who dies, and who lives?

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"What the fuck happened, Dani?"

Amaya had barely been home for an hour after she had left the Meek's home, only to receive a frantic call from Daniela who was in the hospital, as she had apparently fell down the top of her stairs, and twisting her leg. It was completely insane, especially considering how Daniela was vague about her fall.

   "Okay — Well get this, it's actually a funny story," She began to compromise, slightly getting distracted from Paloma who was teething on one of her toys before getting back on track, "Apparently, there was an intruder inside my home, he had like a black ski mask, black sweatshirt and basically black clothing." She began to quickly describe to Amaya.

   Amaya who had suddenly gotten herself inside a trance at what she described, the way she was describing this intruder was almost like a description to the person who assaulted her a year ago, but it was probably coincidence. Intruders always wear a type of ski mask to cover their face, or something. Whatever, she was assuming was all inside her head, it was just assumptions.

   Perhaps, not.

   Amaya had quickly shrugged her own thoughts away, and focused her attention back towards Daniela, "So, you were attacked by some intruder, and told the police that you fell 'cause you're a klutz?" She basically raised her eyebrow, cradling her baby and letting this information sink in, "Dani? seriously, what if this Intruder comes back to finish the job?" She had rhetorically questioned her friend. It was clear common sense that when some criminal attempts to murder someone, and they fail the first time, they'd eventually come back to finish the job.

Daniela had simply shrugged her shoulders, her left leg remained on top of the pillow for comfort since it still hurt to move, "Well — I do hope he comes back when my leg is not in a cast anymore, and I'm not walking around in crutches no more." She had lightly joked to Amaya, already sighing in slightly annoyance that her parents will have to pay for physical therapy. Oh, great. She wasn't looking forward for physical therapy when it would be time.

   Amaya who let out a laugh at her joke, casually responded, "Making plans for an attack that hasn't even happened, and will never happen." She simply retorted, and reassuring her friend that she'd never get attacked by anyone.

   Daniela simply nodded her head with a smile plastered on her face, "True! Enough, about my imagination to escape an intruder, but want to order some ice cream?" She licked her lips, excitedly. Holding the hospital food menu in her hand, waving it in front of Amaya's face.

   "Absolutely, yes!"

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   Amaya had thrown cold water in her face, again, as she had been in the restroom for almost fifteen minutes, a part of her felt like she was slowly suffocating on the inside, it was getting difficult for her to simply even breath, and take deep breaths. Her hands were sweating and also gripping onto the sink before she had glanced at herself back in the mirror, her bloodshot red eyes from all the crying she had done. It couldn't be fucking real, it couldn't, right? Daniela and her had turned the television on twenty minutes ago, and the first channel displayed was the News Channel, and there had also stood her Godmother Gale Weathers pronouncing the death of Deputy Judy Hicks and Wes Hicks.

   Her friend was fucking dead, and she had just seen him this morning, even hugged him and told him to take care before they parted ways, and now he's just gone. Just simply gone, and is never going to attend their graduation, attend College, or better yet do anything with his life because he's dead.

She slightly jumped when she heard her phone ringing, hand digging inside her jean pocket, picking up the phone and simply forgetting to check the Caller-ID.

She had sniffled, and used her arm to wipe any boogers or dried up tears she had before answering her phone, "Hello."

The other person on the line was simply breathing heavy before he answered, "I'm so sorry about Wes, he seemed like a good kid." The same raspy voice replied, a voice she remembers when she had been attacked in the hospital, laughter was heard on the other line, "Too bad he and his mother died like a pussy." He laughed in amusement.

   Amaya clenched her jaw, checking down the bathroom stalls if anyone is there before responding back to him, "You think murdering a bunch of High-Schoolers in a mask is funny?" She spat before continuing, "Well, I think you're a fucking coward who hides behind a mask!" She sneered in venom. She had enough of Ghostface, and these calls.

   This had ultimately made him shut his mouth up, letting out a sinister chuckle, "Coward, eh? Isn't that your friend Daniela in her hospital room with your daughter, Paloma? You should really tell your friend to keep the doors locked." He had simply mocked her.

Amaya had felt herself beginning to panic, Ghostface was somewhere around here, and knows what room Daniela is in with Paloma, she has began to run as quick as she can to get to the room while yelling out to the person on the other line, "Listen here you asshole! Leave them alone, or I swear —" She began only to get interrupted by him.

"You swear what?" He had simply mocked just as she can begin to hear Daniela speaking to Paloma, and making her run faster, "You hear that?" He questioned her.

   "Don't eve—" An unfinished sentence was heard, as he simply hung the phone up her, and leaving Amaya in clear distress. Her fear settling in, and panicking if she was going to make it in time before something horrible can occur. She wouldn't let her daughter and friend get hurt, she'd loose it if they would get hurt. Especially, if this masked killer lays a finger on her daughter.

the sound of someone screaming in pure agony can simply be heard all over the floor, as well as the sound of her baby crying out her lungs out as well was heard, the lights were all off, and making it quite difficult for her to even find the room they were both in, but the sounds made it slightly easier, "Please, please don't touch the baby, she's just a baby." Amaya can hear Daniela pleading, sobs escaping her lips.

Amaya had finally reached the room that Daniela was in with a shimmer of light being focused on Ghostface, her eyes widened when she seen him hovering over her friend, her hands gripping on his wrist to keep the knife from touching her skin, a sudden adrenaline kicked in Amaya, as she suddenly ran towards Ghostface, attacking him from behind, and shoving him away from her friend. A part of her didn't care if she had gotten hurt, as she had simply been thrown off towards the wall, and Ghostface simply standing up, and running off.

"So much for killing." Amaya spat.

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   "I found some pain medicine." Amaya entered the room, eyes drifting towards her sleeping daughter that it hadn't taken that long for her to fall asleep after crying, "Will this do?" She questioned her friend.

   Daniela who groaned in pain, had simply nodded her head. Whoever, this masked killer is had came into her room, and stomped onto her broken leg, and making it even hurt ten times worse than it did before.

   "Yup." She had simply taken the pill off of her friends hand, and throwing the pill into her mouth, and taking a large swig from her water, scrunching up her nose in disgust, "Ugh, that was gross." She shuddered, Daniela despised drinking medication, especially pills. Gag.

   Amaya has chuckled at her friends reply knowing all about her hatred for pills, as her phone suddenly rang, she simply ignored it until it just kept ringing, and ringing. That she had ultimately pulled out her phone from her jean pocket, glancing at the Caller- ID and it simply said unknown, she nervously swallowed her saliva, her finger shaking as she clicked answer, and placed the phone into her ear.

Daniela gave her a worried look watching her friend getting scared at whoever is calling her, "Who is this?" She questioned the person on the other line.

"You know who," He had chuckled humorously, "Dewey is looking quite fetching tonight, Amaya." He simply chuckled in pure amusement.

"What the fuck is that even supposed to mean?" She stood up from the chair, Daniela who wasn't aware of what was being said on the cellphone, and simply wondering what they were saying.

   "You have made your choice on who lives, and who dies, Amaya."

   Amaya who simply remained confused not understanding, "I — I didn't make a choice on anything, w-what?" She retorted, her hand brushing against her ear, pacing around the hospital room not understanding what he meant. She made her choice, on what?

"I spared your friends life for someone better for this franchise," He began speaking that it somehow made her her heart drop, "Someone who's much more useful for this franchise. . . Dewey Riley." He had laughed humorously, all while Amaya ultimately froze in her spot, Ghostface simply hanging up the phone.

"I — I have to go !" Amaya simply breathed out, "I'll come back for Paloma." Amaya called out, as her first priority right now was getting to Dewey, her godfather before it's too late.

She couldn't loose him. She just couldn't.

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   Amaya groaned in frustration, "Come on, work!" She simply kept pushing the button to the elevator none-stop, and it simply wasn't working. Her eyes drifted around, and seen the staircase, glancing at her cellphone and noticed that from find my iPhone, he was a couple floors up from her.

   Amaya simply ran towards the door, opening it quickly, running up the stairs. Her paranoia began to kick in, but this was Dewey Riley, her godfather. He's survived every single Ghostface encounter, so she shouldn't worry if Ghostface attacks him, as she had simply reassured herself, "It's fucking, Dewey. He, he can't be dead!" She yelled to herself. Oh, how wrong she was for the first time.

   She had ultimately reached the floor, her steps were quiet, though she couldn't help, but let out a small scream when she had seen two dead bodies, specifically cop bodies. Using her hand to cover up her mouth, she began to hear thrashing, bullets being heard as she had lastly heard something being thrown that ultimately caused glass into being shattered, echoing, her steps slowly quickened when she began to hear nothing, but clear silence until a loud yell in pain was being heard, and just as she almost appeared around the corner, she ultimately heard something.

"It's an honor."

Amaya had just appeared into the view, gasping in pure shock. Tears had somehow already began to appear in her eyes when she had seen her Godfather laying in a pool of his own blood from a far distance, and slightly jumping back when she had seen Ghostface stepping forward before vanishing, her steps slowly quickened, heading towards her Godfather, bending down to his level, and seeing all this blood.

Sobs were simply escaping her lips when she had placed her Godfather onto her own lap,, checking his pulse and simply ignoring the person who was calling him, "Please, you can't leave me, Padrino." She had practically begged him, "You promised me that you'd be here for me forever, please don't do this to me. Wake up!" She had practically begged him, voice slightly breaking.

She had leaned her head closer to his chest, and attempting to hear if his heart was beating, but it wasn't, his heart had ultimately stopped beating, and it was where she completely lost it while cradling her Godfather in her arms.

He was dead.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, hope you liked this chapter,
why do I feel like this is slightly sloppy.

Currently crying after writing his death —
Next chapter you'll finally see Gale and Sydney.

This is just the beginning to Ghostfaces game, 'cause he'll be calling her again.