Scream: Deputy Victoria

It all started with

A murder. It started with Casey Becker. She was murdered by what they call Ghostface. Sidney Prescott, was the main victim. 3 others survived though. Two of which, named Dwight Riley, known as Dewey and Gale Weathers. They fell in love after plenty of those events. They got married, and then came a baby.

It started with a baby. Dwight jr. Riley. He wanted to follow his father's footsteps. He wanted to be a great police officer. 7 years later, another baby came along. Victoria Riley. She gained her dad's smarts and her mom's looks. Although, she bared blonde hair. She longed to see her father more, but they divorced. And then Dewey was murdered. Victoria was celebrating her birthday with her friend. Her mother, Gale came home crying. She scooped up Victoria and cried. When she got the news, she wept. Since then, she never celebrated a birthday, again.

Before Dewey passed, he always annually brought his kids to work. This was their favorite day of the year. But it stopped after he died. But when jr. became a police officer, he took over the tradition.

"Come on!" Said Dewey jr. shaking me up. "Ugh! Five more minutes." I say, turning over. "I'm bringing you to work today." He said still shaking her. "Fine!" She said. I was fifteen, and he was seven years older. Even at 22, her looked as if he was younger. He carried the legacy, (and appearance) of his father. He was the deputy and was training to be a sheriff. I put on my clothes, and followed him out the door. She climbed into his police car as he got a call. "Hello? A murder. Shit." He said. "I'm bringing Vicky today. Yeah, can she help? Ok!" He said. "Shit. Someone from your school was murdered last night." He said. "Do you know who?" I asked. He just shook his head. "There was no head on the body." He said. I stared out the window. Suddenly, my phone rings. It was a no caller id. "Hello?" I asked. "Hello, Victoria." It said 

"Who is this?" I asked. "Who am I talking to?" I asked. "You know who I am!" It said. "No I don't." I responded. "Yes you do! And I'm gonna rip your guts out." It said. I quivered. "No." I mumbled. Dwight jr. looked over at me, confused. "If you hang this phone up, your brother ." It said. "No!" I scream. "Holy shit!" Dwight jr. screams, swerving the car. "Then let's play a game!" The voice on the phone said. "What game?" I asked, trembling. "Horror trivia." It said. "Fine." I say. "Who is the murderer in 'Nightmare On Elm Street'?" It asks. I pause blankly. "Freddy. Freddy Krueger." I say, still trembling. "Yes! Next, who dies first in Halloween?" It asks. "Um, Micheal's sister. Um, shit, isn't it Judith Myers" I ask, unsure.

"Correct." It said, "I'm impressed. Last question, who's the killer in children of the corn?" It asked. I froze. I haven't seen that film. Dwight yanked the phone out of my hand and listened in. "The kids." He said. A knife stabbed through the top of the car roof. "Ahhh!" I screamed. "Holy—." Began. The ghost face climbed to the front, and blocked the window. "Ahhh!" I screamed. Dwight turned on the wipers. The ghost face was being flung around. It jumped off on to the street. And just rolled away like it was nothing. "What the FUCK was that?" Asked Dwight jr, shaking.

"A Ghostface. That's what the fuck it was!" I say. "Hey sheriff?" Dwight says over the walkie talkie, "That Ghostface of yours was right on top of my car." He said. I glance out the window, and see the costume on the ground. When we arrived at the station, Dwight took off his hat and wiped his forehead. I stepped up the stairs. "Come on!" I say to him. "I'm coming."

I followed my brother to the station. "Deputy." Said the sheriff. "We'd like to talk to you." Dewey looked over at me. "I can wait." I said. I took a seat, by a man, with handcuffs on. "You." He mumbled. "Me what?" I ask. "You know who the Ghostface is." He said. "The fuck are you talking about?" I ask. "It's—!" He started. "C'mon, ya old coot." Said a police officer. I stood up and walked toward the door. I opened it and sighed. I sat on the steps, thinking about what he had said. "Hey, girlie!" A voice said, from a distance. My friend, Emma, came toward me. "How's your, sibling day?" She asked. "Swell. The whole police department is in the same fucking nutshell." I say, shrugging. "Okay, how's your mom?" Emma asked. "The usual. Reporting." 

"Not now, it doesn't seem like it." Emma said, pointing. Gale came running over to me. "Are you ok!?"