•Haunted• ♡sam carpenter♡

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Sam ran off to her car. "Where are you going?" Dewey asked her.

"My sister's in trouble!" She yelled back to him.

Addy took her keys out of her pocket and threw them at Vinson, him scrabbling to catch them

"Be a dear and park this at the station? Thank you!" She said, running after Sam and climbing in the passenger seat. Sam looked at ehr questioningly.

"What? You think I'm just gonna stsnd by and let someone be killed?" She said to her.

Suddenly, the door behind her opened, and Dewey climbed in, slamming the door after him.

"What are you waiting for? Drive!  He told Sam, who was just staring at him.

She reversed the car, ans the trio were soon making their way to the hospital, "Addy, put your seatbelt on your five-foot ass body."

"I am 5 2!" Addy said back, but pulled her seatbelt on regardless.

"Damn it!" Sam said when Tara didn't pick up her phone.

"Should you really be making a phone call right now?" Dewey asked nervously.

"Please, please." Sma whispered, begging Tara to pick up.

Sam was definitely going over the speed limit, and she was running all the red lights just to get to the hospital.

"Stop!" Dewey yelled, "You know we have to live through this to help her, right?"

"Dewey, I don't think she cares about that right now." Addy pointed out, looking in the rearview mirror at him.

"Just hold on." Sam suggested to him. She took out her phone yet again, except this time she dialled Richie's number.

"Richie! Are you at the hospital?" She asked, putting the phone on speaker.

"Hello, Samantha." Ghostface's voice said through the phone, "Richie can't come to the phone right now. He's finding out what happens to people who stick their noses in business that doesn't concern them."

"Please don't hurt him." Sam begged. They were getting closer to the hospital.

"Tell you what. You can choose." The killer bargained, "I'll only kill one."

"What? What? Tara!" Sam cried. They had reached the hospital now, and had parked the car.

"Who do you want to hear die?" The killer asked ominiously.

"No. Please! I'm begging you. Please don't hurt them." Sam cried down, the phone sounding desperate. Damn, she was a good actor.

"Really? You can't save your own sister?" Ghostface taunted, "All you have to do is say 'Kill Richie'." There was a crashing sound, and Sam began pleading with the killer.

"Or say 'Kill Tara', and I'll make sure to hit all the organs I missed last time."

"I'm begging you, please don't hurt her." Sam said, and she managed to make it sound like she was crying.

"Last chance to save one. Choose!"

"Why are you doing this?" The group had reached the elevator, and were now on their way up to Tara's floor.

"You wanna know why, Sam? Maybe it's because you're a selfish bitch who can't even make a decision to save the life of someone you love. Maybe you're too weak for this franchise."

"Maybe you're right." Sam said tearfully, "Or maybe I'm just stalling for time, fuckhead."

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal Ghostface raising his knife over Tara, about to plunge it into her. Dewey shot his gun at him, and he ducked into a doorway to hide.

"I'll get Richie!" Dewey yelled, running through the corridor to where Richie was.

"Tara!" Sam yelled, kneeling beside her sister, Addy following soon after her.

The two managed to get Tara on her feet, gently leading her to the elevator, Sam taking most of the weight.

"Get to the elevator-" Dewey tried to yell, but was cut off by Ghostface jumping out from a display case, glass flying everywhere.

Addy let Sam carry all of Tara, and slid one of her knive sout of her bag, running back to help Dewey. He had managed to flip the killer onto the floor, but he was soon flipped ovee himself and his gun slid away from him.

Addy plunged her knife into the killer's shoulder and pulled it back out, and he swung his knife around, slicingher ankle, which made her legs buckle from the pain, and she landed on the floor with a thud.

"Addy!" Sam yelled, and Tara let out a strangled groan, as she was in too much pain to yell.

There was soon three shots, and Ghostface was forced back into the glass cabinet behind him, the glass shattering on the black cloth.

(a/n: glass shattered on the white cloth, everbody moved on...)

Dewey stood up, grabbing Addy's firearm and pulling her up, and then grabbing Richie and pulling him up too.

They finally reached the elevator, after leaving a trail of Addy's blood behind them, where Sam still held a crying a bleeding Tara. Dewey pushed the button, letting go of Richie but still keeping a tight hold of Addy.

The doors slid open, and the group walked inside, and the ex-sheriff hit the button to close the door when he suddenly slammed his hand on it, stopping the doors from shutting.

"The head." He said. Addy's eyes widened, knowing what he was talking about.

"What?" Richie asked.

"You have to shoot 'em in the head, or the always come back." Dewey replied.

"Dewey, who gives a fuck?" Sam shouted at him.

"Don't even think about it, Dew." Addy warned.

"I do." He said. The doors slid shut on him, and Sam had to pass Tara to Richie si that she could grab Addy and stop her from running after.

"Let me go, Sam!" Addy screamed fighting against her, "I'm not leaving him! Get off me, you fucker!"

Addy continued fighting against Sam as the elevator descended, despite knowing that Dewey was definitely dead by now.

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1495 words.

It was for the character development.

(dw i'm saving someone in scream 6 and i think you guys will like it.)

also i changed the desc of the book <3