Chapter nineteen,

good news, bitch. i'm in your conscience

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October 31. 2010

An eight year old Amaya was sitting the living room, and simply waiting for her 'Aunt' Jill Roberts to come downstairs, and take her trick or treating, she was dressed up as a vampire this year, 'cause she lately she had gotten obsessed with a vampire show.

#TEAMSTEFANSALVATORE!

Quickly ran to the staircase, jumping each step until she had ultimately reached the top, skipping to her Aunts room, "Aunt Jill are you almost done?" Amaya whined standing beside her door way, with her pumpkin basket in clenched in her hands.

Her eyes simply landed to Jill who was possibly arguing with her boyfriend, and Kirby who was simply laid right beside her, attempting to listen into the conversation of the two.

"WELL! Fuck you too Trevor!" Jill Snarled, hanging up the phone as she had then simply glanced to Amaya, her eyes widening, "Oh, shit. I'm so sorry, Little A. Let's go before it gets more dark outside, are you coming with us, Kirby?" Jill had questioned, getting up from her bed, and immediately looking for her keys until she had finally found them. Totally forgetting that she was taking her niece trick or treating tonight 'cause of her argument with Trevor tonight.

Kirby who had instantly sat up from the bed after lounging around for hours, "Oh, hell yeah!" She had smiled excitedly, "Can't wait to see what kind of candy you get us tonight!" She had sent Amaya a wink.

Amaya who instantly shook her head, "You two aren't getting any of my candy, nope. Buy your own, you lazy butts!" She had simply giggled.

Their mouths widened until they glanced at each other, a smirk playing on their lips.

"We'll see about that!"

"I'm hiding all my candy, you losers!"

Sticking her tongue out at the two until her eyes widened when she noticed them running towards her, and making her let out a scream of excitement of being chased around by the two people she had simply adored and trusted.

Until certain events took a turn a year later.

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Amaya simply stood beside her boyfriend, her eyes glancing around the alleyway, and had instantly noticed that Ghostface was sprayed painted on one of the walls.

Fans who obsessive over a fucking serial killer who ruined countless of lives, especially her own life. It's been two years almost going to be three years, and she still remembers how his hands felt, swallowing down her saliva and instantly searching for her boyfriends hand, and intertwining their hands together. It was then that a sensation of calm had entered her body. She had sent him a soft smile, receiving one from his as well.

   Peace simply entering her head, as she had simply focused back to the conversation, slowly listening into Kirby.

"How did you find it?" Kirby who was completely astonished that Gale had found a lead before the police enforcement.

"It's called investigative journalism for a reason," Gale twisted her body to eye Kirby continuing her walking, "How didn't you find it? Weren't you tracking them?" Gale had simply raised her eyebrow, she had just assumed that Kirby Reeds would've had a lead on something.

Kirby who just shook her head, "I went through their finical records, dozens of times and this was not in any of them. . . this doesn't make sense." Scoffing at this.

"Don't worry, I'm just really good at my job. You'll get there." Gale had commented to kirby, approaching the doorway, and sliding the card to open the door.

Kirby who had just simply scoffed at the comment made from Gale. Instantly turning her own head to glance at Amaya, and simply mocking Gale's response.

   ". . . You two argue like teenagers." Amaya commented, a laugh escaping her lips, "Tomato tomahto on who finds things first, point is that we're getting answers." She raised her eyebrow at Kirby.

   "Right, right."

   It was just then that the door had officially had opened, allowing Gale and everyone else to pass by as well, the place was extremely dark, a small light shimmering from the outside, and showing a staircase. All of them were simply going upstairs following behind Gale who had slid the card to allow them access inside, just as they had all finally stepped inside the place, all of  their eyes were glancing around in pure confusion.

". . . The hell?" Amaya whispered.

Kirby who had spoken as well, "What is this place? What's with all the security?" Confusion written all over her face.

"It's a movie theater." Tara breathed out.

Gale who partially shook her head, "It's not just a theater, it's a shrine." She informed the entire group.

   The entire group had just simply all turned their heads when the sound of curtains were moving, eyes widening when they had seen all of this. A bunch of evidence with each of the hooded robes every single Ghostface has worn, the only things that were just missing were the masks that were all laid out in each body that this recent Ghostface has used.

   "This is unbelievable." Amaya had softly spoken in complete shock, and gently letting go of her boyfriends hand.

   Her steps had slowly slowed down as she had approached a section, a section that had held her fathers teddy bear, one that he had with since a child that it now had blood smeared all over it, gulping down her salvia as she does remember the tale of how that blood had came to be there. Maria Delgado, her grandma who was killed by the one and only, Stu Macher all while she was cleaning up her dads room. Stu Macher had killed her grandma, forty stab wounds. Not only did she ever get a chance to meet her grandma, but not even her grandpa, he had suffered a heart attack that same night when he had found her like that. This was a story her dad hardly likes to remember, it was heartbreaking for him to actually relieve this trauma. Her eyes slowly wandered to a teenage picture of her dad, but there had also stood Billy Loomis, Stu Macher and Randy Meeks as well. They all seemed happy. . . yeah, happy.

   Amaya had gently placed her hand on the glass, ". . . Papi." She had softly whispered.

   Her Head had quickly snapped over to Mindy as she had heard her speak, "Chad!" Capturing his attention as he was glancing around the other way before he looked towards his sister, a slight of shock was written all over her face as Mindy was simply faced with her Uncle Randy's shirt, "This was Uncle Randy's. . . They got everything." She had quietly informed.

   Amaya twisted her entire body, noticing where Kirby had stood by. A mannequin right beside her, and that outfit, a outfit that Jill Roberts worn the night when she stabbed all her friends, Kate Roberts. Though, she herself was also in that house that night, but 'cause of the little game she played with her Aunt. . . she didn't really have any trauma of that night to even relive 'cause she didn't see or hear anything that night after disappearing from her Aunts view.

Though, protection or not that night. Jill Roberts was still a killer, and Amaya despised the moments she missed her, yet has to constantly remind herself that Charlie or Jill had killed her babysitter, and she adored Marnie. A lot.

   "We're going to play a fun little game, Little A," Jill had softly told Amaya who had on the black hooded robe, "You hide, I count. Though, don't come out until you hear the police siren. You promise me?" Jill informed, pressing a soft kiss on her niece's forehead.

  "I promise, Aunt Jill!" Amaya giggled, and quickly running off to hide. Not knowing this would be the last time she would see her.

Amaya slowly approached Kirby, and slightly squeezing her hand for some moral support after seeing this for the first time in years, it wasn't until Tara had spoken up, "Is that th—"

"The knife I was stabbed with. . ." Kirby simply retorted, eyes focusing on what was inside the glass box until the detective had suddenly spoken up.

   "You've all been through so much," Detective Bailey who had just sent out his condolences to everyone in the room after glancing around on everything.

"Who drew all of these?" Mindy slightly whispered, yes glancing at everything in the room.

Amaya slowly approached to where her Madrina was heading. Her steps had slowly paused, standing right beside her Madrina as right there they had both instantly seen drawn picture of Dewey alongside Gale. It also held several books, some badges, a gun and also held a picture of how Dewey had looked last exactly a year ago.

"Oh, Dewey. . ." Gale softly whispered, Amaya quickly inhaling and exhaling her breath. This was all too much for her, she had easily found her way towards Chad, and instantly laying her head on his arm, as he was leaning by one of the glasses, and Mindy who was across from the two.

Having her Padrino and also Tatum's ashes in her house, and simply placed side by side was just an extremely painful reminder that they simply were dead.

She still needed her Padrino in her life.

   Distracted from her thoughts as Tara easily spoken up, "Hey, how'd they get all this stuff? I mean isn't this evidence?" Concern and confusion was simply written all over her face.

   Gale who began, "Well, cops like money and evidence can get lost pretty easily." She had informed, glancing towards Kirby, "Present company excluded of course." She raised her eyebrow at Kirby.

   Kirby who simply shrugged her shoulders, a sarcastic smile planted on her face.

   Amaya noticed Samantha quickly moving forward, and pausing in the middle of where they had all stood.

   Ethan who casually spoken up, "Uhm, why am I here exactly? My alibi checks out." He had informed to Chad.

   All three instantly glancing at Ethan, "So, I can keep on eye on you, Roomie." Chad had retorted, a sarcastic smile written all over his face as Mindy had hand gestured with her fingers that she'd be keeping on eye on him as well.

"Oh, please who's this curly heads boy alibi?" Jill practically laughed in amusement, and standing right beside Ethan, "He seems like a fucking loser!" She informed.

   It was then that Amaya had instantly flinched away from Chad's arm, quickly glancing away and turning her head to simply close her eyes before reopening them, ". . . You're not real, you're dead." She whispered harshly to herself, and making sure that no one had heard whisper that part, and not even her boyfriend who was concerned on why'd she flinch, as she twisted her body back forward, and to her surprise Jill was still there.

Jill who simply retorted, "Good news, bitch. I'm in your conscience." Jill had clapped her hands in amusement, "You need me just admit it, Little A." She smiled wickedly.

Amaya had simply shook her head, and avoiding her Aunt Jill at all costs, and ignoring where'd she stood by, and simply approaching her boyfriend who quickly wrapped his arm around her waist.

"The killer must've found this place before he murdered Jason and Greg. . ." She informed quickly sighing, "And, then he took the masks off of the mannequins all nine from Stu and Billy to Amber and Richie." She had retorted.

   Amaya's heart beating rapidly at those two names being mentioned.

   Amber. Richie. Amber. Richie. Amber.

It was fucking insane how much power those two names can still hold over her, especially Richie. Richie, still made her feel disgusted about herself until this day, and just hearing his name just makes her taste her very own vomit of hers, as it simply wants to escape from her very own throat, 'cause it shows just how disgusted she was of him.

Amaya alongside everyone else had instantly noticed how allured Samantha was when she had seen her fathers black hooded robe that was contained in a see through glass, as Amaya had gently intertwined her hands with Chad, as they had all began there way up to the stage, and all parting their ways, and glancing around at all the other robes that were aligned in almost a circle like.

It was then that Amaya had immediately furrowed her eyes when she seen Samantha placing her hand on the glass that had left her completely confused until Tara had seen the action as well, and interrupted whatever her sister was doing.

"What are you doing?" Tara asked.

Samantha who had shook her head also confused with her own actions, "I – I don't know." She retorted.

Chad who had quickly stood beside his girlfriend glancing at the robe she was staring at, "So. . .somebody killed these chuckle fucks and took over?" He had his arms crossed, shrugging his shoulders.

Gale just simply stared at everyone who was in the room, her eyes simply landing to Samantha,"Someone who believes that Sam masterminded Woodsboro." She had informed.

Samantha who glanced down at her feet. She was just so fucking tired of everyone on the internet assuming that she was a killer just 'cause her dad was a killer? Doesn't mean she is one.

Mindy who just informed, her arms crossed, "If this were a normal Stab movie this wouldn't be his lair." She muttered out.

Kirby simply nodding her head, "Which means this isn't a normal Stab movie." Kirby had informed.

It was just then that everything had gotten extremely quiet until Tara had ultimately felt herself almost losing her breath from all of this, and instantly leaving the stage, her steps quickening with Samantha who'd follow right behind her, and leaving everyone up on the stage. It was then that Amaya had instantly noticed Mindy quickly sitting down on the stage, and Kirby who had headed that direction as well. It was safe to say that the two had officially hit it off with bonding over horror movies.

Amaya who had softly whispered only to Chad so his ears can hear this information from her, "I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen tonight," She had simply confessed, "I don't know what, but I just have this feeling." She had swallowed her saliva down thickly.

Chad who nodded his head, "I have that feeling too. . . can we FaceTime your dad to see Paloma?" He softly asked her, "I just – I just want to make sure she's okay." He softly had mumbled.

"Yeah, yeah we can FaceTime him to see her." Amaya simply reassured him, as they had both instantly began walking down the stage, and heading for some privacy, but not before she managed to hear Jill one last time.

"Paloma may be safe from this franchise, but does your father actually stand a chance from this franchise, Little A?"

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, splitting this again, 'cause it's long and chaos.

OH MY . . . Lorenzo and Gale are both in danger next chapter 🤭🤭🤭

And hope you liked that information about Lorenzo, and Jill.