Other Fan Fiction ❯ Visions of Things to Come ❯ Chapter 1: Death Comes For Us All: Part: 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Wendy ran as fast as her legs could take her, her feet pounding against the pavement. Her heart was beating so fucking fast she was sure the entire city could hear it. She glanced behind her, the person who was chasing her, only known as Ghostface was quickly gaining speed on her, somehow.

There were two other women running ahead of her and she didn't know who they were, but she wanted them to live. Everything around them was blurry, with white along the edges of her vision. Her surroundings all looked really fucking weird.

They rounded a street corner several minutes later, Wendy found herself alone with a serial killer, who didn't show signs of slowing down any time soon. The two women who were just running in front of her had completely vanished. She was scared shitless, she didn't have a choice except to keep running. It started to rain and the ground was now very slippery. She nearly tripped twice, although she was able to stay on her feet.

Wendy finally stopped when she saw a nearby bodega, she immediately tried the doorknob. She let out a sigh of relief, finding it unlocked. She pulled it open, rushing inside, she went looking for a weapon. Wendy jumped over the counter, she found a shotgun and she ducked down to wait the killer out.

All of a sudden, Ghostface was right in front of her trying to grab the gun from her. She pulled hard, jerking away from the killer, aimed the gun and fired, knocking him on his ass. She stepped over him, only for him to stand up, punching her in the face and taking the gun from her. Wendy rushed towards him, not being able to get the gun back, Ghostface shot her.

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Wendy woke up screaming, her black hair sticking to the sweaty skin of her face and neck. Her throat was a bit hoarse and her voice sounded rough, it wasn't so bad. She's had way worse before. It took her just a few minutes to get her breathing back under control. She hated the dreams she had been having for the past year, but she figured out they weren't really dreams since she knew that the Ghostface killings were real and not just nightmares that made her nervous to even try to fall asleep.

She gingerly got out of her very nice and comfy bed, shivering from the coldness of the room, she shuffled and padded her way towards the bathroom across the hall to pee. Which surprised her since she hadn't woken up to do so earlier with how much soda she drank the night before. She usually sat down, although this time she really didn't feel like it.

Ten minutes later, Wendy was getting back into bed after eating a turkey and cheese sandwich, which was something she had been craving all damn day and she had no idea why either. It did get lonely living in such a big house sometimes by herself. She dated, even inviting them over to her place for a night of fun. She always wanted a more serious relationship besides just having sex with attractive people someday. She hoped it would happen sooner rather than later.

Wendy wished that her younger sister, Julie, still lived with her, but at least she was safer going to college out of state. It was a pretty great college too, granted that Julie was also incredibly smart as hell. She deserved it. Wendy was happy for her. And she did talk to her on the phone every once in a while so she wouldn't worry too much about her.

Three years had passed since Wendy, Julie and Kevin survived Death's design. A distant Uncle that Wendy hadn't seen in years died and left her a fortune, she was able to send Julie to college and afford her own house, which ended up being probably a little bit too big for just one person. She loved it anyway. Kevin had moved out of the country and she missed him, but she was glad he was safe.

Wendy's eyes slipped closed as she was whisked off to dreamland once again. She hardly had any trouble falling asleep, it was when she was sleeping that was the actual problem. She really hoped she would have nice dreams that night instead of the usual horrible ones. She wouldn't bet on it though.

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xxx-Four Days Later-xxx

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Sam and Tara were holding hands as they ran through the streets of New York City at night to get away from Ghostface, who was chasing them with a bloody knife held in their right hand. There were a lot of people, but none of them were really paying attention to what was going on. The two sisters had a feeling that New Yokers didn't have a habit of getting into other people's business, even if they might be dying or something just as bad.

Ghostface tried to Tara, Sam pushed out of the way and she was cut instead. She screamed, then she kicked him between the legs, making him double over in pain.

"Taxi! We need a taxi!" Sam called out and a yellow taxi pulled over right next to them. She and Tara got in the car. Sam took an extra shirt from her bag, held it to her wound to stop the bleeding.

"Please take us to this address. We really need to get there as soon as we can. It's life or death." Tara said, handing a piece of paper to the cab driver with the name and address of one Wendy Christensen. It took them quite a while to locate the woman the two sisters were about to visit for the first time.

"Oh, I know where this is. It won't take longer than forty minutes." The driver, whose medallion said his name was, Tomas replied. He pulled back into traffic driving his riders to their final destination. He didn't know them, but he hoped that everything would turn okay for them.

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The taxi stopped at the driveway of what looked like a very old house. It was pretty damn creepy. Sam and Tara exited the cab paying the driver and watching him leave, before both women walked to the front door. Sam knocked on the door and she waited for close to ten minutes when someone opened the door. The woman's beauty made them both blush.

"Yeah, what do you want?" Wendy asked, raising an eyebrow as she stared at two women standing on her doorstep. For some reason, they seemed familiar to her, but she couldn't pinpoint if she ever met them before or not. She also had another weird feeling, she didn't know what that meant either.

"I'm Sam, this is my sister, Tara. We need your help. Look, I know this is going to sound fucking crazy, I heard that you can see into people's futures. Have you heard of the Ghostface killing sprees? Me, my sister and the rest of our friends are being targeted by the latest nutjob in a mask. Can you find out who they are, so that I'll be able to kill him?" Sam explained in a worried tone. She hoped the other woman would help them.

Wendy's eyes widened in both surprise and with a slight bit of fear. She didn't need to get pulled into some insane horror movie shit. She also didn't want innocent people getting killed by a psychopath either. She hated the fact that death was a constant in her life. It was such a pain in the ass. Especially if she was trying to survive another day.

"Shit. Come on in. It's late getting late and it probably isn't safe for you two out here. We need to talk anyway about a lot of things." Wendy replied, opening the door wide enough for the sisters to walk inside. She then led them to her living room, locking and closing the door behind her. Wendy hoped she could help them because if she couldn't, they were all going to die at the hands of the new Ghostface.