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BLEED WITH ME [ETHAN LANDRY]

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"Either you bleed with me or you bleed for me... That's your choice. Either way, it'll be a scream baby!" In which Lyds Greystone falls for her best friend's nerdy roommate. It sounds as simple as can be, except for the fact it isn't. Ethan Landry...

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TWENTY ONE - "Welcome to Act 3, Quinn!"

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Recognition and both horror instilled themselves in the killer's gaze. It was ironic truly, Quinn seeming so scared, despite the fact she had Tara pinned to the floor with a knife to her throat. The hunter was about to become the hunted, and she knew it.
Oh how the tables had turned.
"Quinn. I've been looking all over for you." Lyds smiled, her lips painted with blood and her arm still oozing it.
"Lyds!" Tara cried out.
"It's okay T." She shushed her, "I've got this."
"Don't come any fucking closer!" Quinn hissed, pressing the knife harder upon Tara's neck. "Where's my brother?"
"Richie died Quinn... Isn't that what this is all about?"
"No. No! Where's Ethan?"
"Oh him?"
"Yes, him-"
"Oh! Him!" Lyds let out a laugh, knowing her own untruths."Yeah! I fucking killed him." 
Sorry Ethan. You gotta tell a couple lies to get what you want these days.
"No-"
"He got me pretty good." She rubbed her arm, "But I got him better."
"You're lying!"
"It didn't take much. Just a stab to the ribs and Ethan was done, I'm guessing it was the shock." The blonde shrugged, "You know I think it was actually in the same place you stabbed Chad! The ribs, right? And Chad! My brother! You remember him right?"
"It was Ethan who stabbed Chad there-"
"You Ghostfaces are all the same, after a while it all blends into one."
"Tell that to your fucking uncle." Quinn narrowed her gaze.
"You tell him for me."
"Huh?"
"Yeah." Lyds smiled, readying herself. "You're gonna see him."
"What? Mickey died-"
"Oh no, I didn't mean he was alive, silly! I meant when you see him in hell."
"Fuck you!"
"Lyds!" Tara cried again, but her friend was quick to quiet her, holding a finger to her lips.
"Come on Quinn! You wanna prove you're a good Ghostface? You wanna avenge your brother? Then let Tara go."
"I'd just be doing what you want."
"I mean, Tara didn't kill Richie, that was Sam! And she definitely didn't kill your other brother, because, well, that was me! So, I know who I'd be roughing up right now, and it wouldn't be her."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Fuck it!"
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