Scream 2 [✓]

Chapter 10

Sensing your stare, the white mask turned ever so slightly as their hidden eyes bored through you while at the same time hitting the gas and picking up speed.

You clenched your jaw and started rocking back and forth, not knowing what to do until you peered at the book bag on the seat beside you, tearing it open and rustling through it frantically.

You took out books and paper before finding a long, yellow pencil.

Determined to fight for your life, you grippee it hard and looked at the metal grate just behind the driver's seat where your abductor's neck was resting right up against.

Taking the pencil and positioning it right behind their head, without pause you rammed it through the grate, straight into the person's neck.

It lodged there as Ghostface fell forward in pain, losing control of the wheel. The car jumped the curb and slammed against a building.

Quickly, the killer turned the wheel, over correcting. He tried to bring the vehicle back to the road but didn't see the lamp post that stood directly in the car's path.

The squad car made direct contact with the lamp and slammed into it, bringing the car to a crashing halt and lodging against the building's exterior.

Smoke rose from the bashed engine as it emitted a fatal rumbling and time seemed to stand still completely.

In the backseat, you got up from the floorboards, looking up to see Ghostface slumped over the steering wheel, knocked out cold.

Your whole body was trembling and in pain as you tried and breathed, your lungs feeling like they were collapsing from the heavy blow.

But you needed to bite through.

Ignoring the massive headache and the buzzing in your ears, you quickly pulled yourself together and looked around to size up your options.

Desperately tugging on the door handle didn't work and the passenger's side of the car was flush against the building.

The edge of the metal grate had been pried apart in the crash, giving you an idea. You reached for it, pulling on it to try to bend it backwards.

Your insides squeezed painfully hard when trying to stiffle the noise it created, all the while glancing back and forth between the grate and unconscious Ghostface.

After making an opening large enough for you to crawl through, you lifted yourself up and pulled yourself through the front seat only to fall down, your (E/C) orbs not once leaving the killer's form beside you.

As you were laying crumbled up against the smashed passenger's door, you silently watched Ghostface who was still unmoving, the only sound present being your own terrified and rigid breathing.

You wanted to sob but stopped yourself from doing so, knowing just one sound could stir him awake and ruin your chances of getting out alive.

However, the only way out was through the driver's door.

You stiffled a muffled cry and after
what seemed like an eternity, gathered the courage to slowly reach over with your foot and nudged the person.

There was no movement.

Squeezing your eyes shut in fear, you let yourself slide across the seat, moving to his side and reaching your hand to push their shoulder. His body moved, slumping back against the back of the seat to clear space for you to pass through.

Allowing yourself a deep breath, you sat up on your feet and reached over with your leg, straddling him, while your face was mere inches away from his and you reopened your eyes.

Leaning back against the steering wheel, your arm quickly reached for the door knob—

*HONK!*

The sound of the honk blaring through the vehicle made your heart shatter and slice through your insides, but still there was no movement.

With teeth locked together behind your lips, you pushed the car door open and started to slide completely over him when you stopped and looked at him.

The orange illumination coming from the street lamp cast a sinister shadow on the already terrifying mask.

Internally, you were fighting the dumb decision to peel the mask off to see whoever was behind it.

To see whoever was putting you through this hell hole.

It was the least you deserved. Your rational thinking had been thrown out of the window along with the dead officers.

There was something so scary about not knowing what person was crazy enough to do all of this.

It could be anyone, really. And you had only one chance to find out.

You could feel your heart pounding faster than it ever had before as you slowly reached for it, stroking your fingers against the warm plastic.

But the second you began to peel it away, the killer instantly stirred awake.

Lunging forward, you yelped and fell out of the car door, hitting the road so hard it knocked the air out of your already hurting lungs, at the same time feeling the cold rain pour down on you.

With your peripherals seeing white lights from the hard contact, you picked yourself back up when you felt your entire body being violently dragged backwards, your shirt and jeans tearing over the street as they did so.

You howled and screeched desterately, atyempting to dig your fingers into the slippery pavement below in a futile attempt to stop him, but he was too strong and kept pulling you back to the car.

Feeling his hold over your foot sent you into a frenzy. You kicked and writhed as hard as you could, succesfully breaking free before wobbling back to your feet.

Just as the killer emerged from the car, you slammed the car door shut with all of your strength and hit him in the face with it, knocking him backwards.

With your adrenaline sky rocketing to an all time high, you scurried down the dark street with your feet splashing water on the pavement that had an orange reflection from the many street lights.

Breathing became more difficult with each step forward as you fought the urgent scream at how much agony was coursing through your body.