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After these words were spoken between you and Ethan, you walked back into the living room, acting like nothing happened. Thankfully, you were a much better actor than you thought, because you weren't just fooling them.
Yes... you were going to kill someone tonight, but it was not going to be Tara or any of your friends. After your sister had killed, you went down a deep spiral of all of the internet chat groups and other fans, till you found Ethan and Quinn.
After a few weeks of chatting with them, you admitted to each other that you were the siblings of Richie and Amber. You had thought they were your friends and that they would want to grieve the same as you, but you were wrong.
When you moved to New York they begged you to keep it a secret that they were siblings, and then they filled you in on their plan to finish what your families had started.
You knew they were absolutely crazy. You loved Tara more than anything in the world, and even the thought of her being killed because of you was something you couldn't bear. But you knew if you said no, they would have killed you right then. And you couldn't go to the police seeing as their father, an officer himself, was in on it all.
So you agreed. But you knew you were lying, and you wouldn't let anything happen to your friends or Tara. You loved them, and you don't kill the people you love.
"Babe? You okay?" Taras soft voice interrupted your thoughts as she put her hand on hers. Staring into her eyes just made everything better and put all of your fears at ease. You knew tonight was going to be the hardest night of your life and you knew your friends might never forgive you, but it was something you had to do.
"Yeah, I'm okay love, just thinking." You smiled softly as you took a sip of your water, sitting back and gripping her hand in yours. She seemed to accept this answer because she just smiled and went back to her conversation with Mindy.
"Well I better get going, I have Econ," Ethan said suddenly, standing up and sending you a look that no one else noticed. You knew what this meant. He would be back in about an hour, and he was going to be wielding a knife.
"Alright, have fun." Chad smiled at his friend, your heart practically shattering. It was painful that you knew the truth and couldn't tell them yet. If you told them too soon, Ethan, Quinn, and their father would all get away with it, and you couldn't let that happen.
You owed it to Tara and Sam to stop this once and for all. So as you watched Ethan walk out of the door, you prepared for whatever you would have to do to make sure everyone in this house got out of this alive.
***Time skip***
You were all in the kitchen teasing Sam about her new boyfriend from across the hall when your phones all dinged in unison, your heart-stopping. You knew exactly what this meant, yet when you pulled your phone out of your pocket and saw an image of Ghostface 'killing' Quinn, it still shocked you.
"Go, we gotta go!" You yelled, grabbing everyone and rushing them out, you wanted nothing more than to get everyone out of this without it being obvious that you weren't helping Ethan anymore.
As you all rushed into the living room, Quinn's body' came out of her room, Ethan not too far behind. You grabbed Tara's hand and ran for the door, seeing Chad and Mindy right on your heels. You didn't stop for a second, you just ran out the door and down two flights of stairs.
"Wait! Wait!" Tara yelled causing you to turn around quickly. That's when you saw that it was just you, Tara, and Chad in the stairwell, everyone else still being where you left them. "I'm not leaving Sam!" Tara said, trying to pull away and run back upstairs.
"Damn it," you whispered to yourself, turning to Chad quickly. "Don't let her out of your sight, and don't let her follow me." You didn't even wait for a response from the boy before you pushed your girlfriend into him and began the trek back up the stairs.
You ignored the yelling that came from both Tara and Chad as you charged back into the apartment, watching as Ethan tried to bang down Tara's bedroom door. You knew that Quinn and Tara shared a bathroom, so you quickly ran through there, ignoring Quinn's dead boyfriend, and locking all of the doors behind you.
The girls screamed as you walked in, but calmed when they realized it was you. That was when you noticed the large cut on Mindy's upper arm, and the blood oozing from Anika's abdomen
"Why the hell are you here?" Sam yelled, prying Tara's bedroom window open much like you had a couple of nights before. "Where is Tara?"
"Tara and Chad are safe." You replied quickly, your words being affirmed as you saw the two of them emerge in Danny's window as he began to pass a ladder over. "Plus, letting my girlfriend's sister die isn't super cool." You joked.
Then there was a loud bang from the door behind you, and repeating your actions from the other day you pulled the dresser in front of it, this time using your legs and back to keep it steady as you pushed.
Sam quickly ushered Anika onto the ladder and she climbed across quickly, making it to safety in Danny's home, Mindy going next. All of this time you could see Tara through both windows, her eyes never leaving yours as her worry grew.
"Alright Sam, go." You hissed as soon as Mindy was across, the dresser behind you was starting to give out, and there was no way in hell you were letting Sam be the one death of the night. "Sam. Go!" Thankfully, she listened to you and began her climb across the ladder.
As soon as she was across there was a chorus of your name being screamed, everyone begging and pleading for you to get across the ladder, but you knew that wasn't possible. As soon as you let go of the dresser, Ethan would enter the room.
If you climbed on the ladder, he would have to make you fall in some way and you would actually die because he wouldn't be able to just stand there and watch you escape without giving away your identity. So there was no way you could get on that ladder.
You finally let go of the dresser and ran to the window, the eye contact with Tara killing you. You grabbed the end of the ladder, your grip tight before you looked right at her. "I love you Tara." And then you pushed the ladder away from you, causing it to fall out of the window.
You couldn't handle hearing the broken sobs and pleas that came from your girlfriend, so you slammed the window shut and turned your back to it right as Ethan finally broke in.
"Pretend to kill me, your dad will play it off like he is going to with Quinn." You hissed to him quickly, knowing it was the only way to get out of this alive with your friends not suspecting you yet.
"No, y/n!" You heard from outside, the screams of your friends being so loud that even the glass couldn't block them out, but you tried your best to ignore it. Ethan gave you a small nod, and you knew it was time to 'die'
You rushed towards him as if you were going to hit him, but then he slashed his knife at you, and you took this as your opportunity to fall to the floor. He then straddled you and began stabbing all around you.
To make it believable, you screamed a few times and tried to grab at his mask, missing every time. Then you let your arms fall limp to the side, and he finally stopped. The sound of Tara's sobs and Chad's incoherent cursing filled your senses, and you couldn't help the few tears that fell down your face.
Now all that was left to do was wait for Detective Bailey to sneak your 'body' out of there, and then the four of you to prepare to kill all of the people you loved.
***Time skip***
You were waiting in the corner of the room, listening to Ethan make his huge speech about how fun it was to kill Chad and the shock and awe that came from Quinn still being alive. "And actually, I've got one more surprise for you all." He yelled, your head snapping up at your cue to enter the room.
The shame that filled you was almost too much to bear. Even though you hadn't killed anyone, you also hadn't been successful in stopping them from almost killing Anika and Mindy, and now apparently killing Chad. But despite this, you walked out of the shadows, seeing Tara and Sam both turn their heads toward you.
They still didn't know who you were because of the mask residing on your face, and you wished you could keep it that way, but you knew that wasn't an option.
"Come on. Show that pretty face." Quinn taunted as you fully stepped into the light, standing right next to her. You reluctantly reached your hand up, grabbing the bottom of your mask, and peeling it off of your face.
The gasp that came from Tara broke every bit of life in you, making you feel as if you had been the person behind every horrendous act that had ever taken place. And as she began to cry, you couldn't take it any longer.
"It's not what it looks like." You said quickly, your gaze turning to Sam whose expression was one of pure hatred. You knew there wasn't going to be an easy way to explain this, and at this point, you didn't expect them to believe you either.
"Really y/n? Then what the fuck is it?" She spat back, grabbing onto her sister. At that moment, you knew words would never be enough, so you did what you had been waiting to do since you first learned of Quinn and Ethan's plan.
You gripped your knife tightly and turned to the woman next to you, plunging it deep into her chest in one movement, both her brother and father standing there stunned. And as you watched the life leave Quinn's eyes, you knew it had started.
The beginning of the end.