Other Fan Fiction ❯ Visions of Things to Come ❯ Chapter 4: Something Terrible Happened: Part: 4 ( Chapter 4 )

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xxx-Woodsboro, California-Two Weeks Later-xxx

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Dominic Mulroney walked out of his photography studio, locking it afterwards. He headed to his bike. As he was about to get on his bike, he furrowed his brows in a frown as he turned around to look behind him. When he didn’t see anyone or anything, he fished through his pockets for his keys, it took him a couple of minutes to find them and when he finally did, Dominic went to start his bike, he was hit pretty hard on the back of the head, being knocked out instantly.

Ghostface gazed down at him. It wasn’t easy to find Dominic since he had close to zero presence on social media. He tracked him through old fashioned actual paper trails. He squatted down, he grabbed the other guy under the armpits and dragged him to his van, where Ghostface threw him inside without a care for his safety. Ghostface needed Dominic alive for the moment, he didn’t give a fuck if he got even more injured than he already was. He injected a sedative that would make sure he wouldn’t be waking up for a while.

The killer got into the driver’s side of the van, driving off to a place that knew would get plenty of news coverage and possibly cause certain sisters to show up. He didn’t want them dead anytime soon. He wanted to draw out their fear before delivering the killer blow.

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xxx-New York City-Forty Three Hours Later-xxx

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When Dominic woke up, there were no lights on. He tried to strain his eyes to see anything, but it just gave him a headache instead. He screamed as he was stabbed in the leg. White hot, searing pain shot through him and he just wanted to go home.

“Who the fuck are you? Why are you doing this to me?” Dominic yelled. He could count the number of enemies he had on one hand and none of them would ever go this far to hurt him. They weren’t kidnappers or even killers for that matter

“My real name is none of your concern, but you can call me Ghostface. Now before I kill you in the most gory, horrific way I can imagine, I really need to know where Sam and Tara Carpenter are. Their last known location is somewhere in New York, however that’s all I know. So tell me where they are and I will make your death as painless as possible.” Ghostface snarled. He was going to kill him anyway. He just needed information.

“Sam and Tara? What the fuck kind of drugs are you on? I haven’t seen either of them since I was a senior in high school. How would I know where they are?” Dominic replied. He was confused by the question. He hadn’t seen the Carpenter sisters in years. Dominic had heard about them being attacked by Ghostface in the last couple of years though.

“I do know that you and Tara were close friends. I figured that she might have talked to you about what has been happening lately or whatever. Oh, well. I’m just glad that I get to use this brand new chainsaw of mine. It’s not the usual weapon a Ghostface uses, but I want to try something new and groundbreaking. You can scream all you want. Nobody will hear it.” Ghostface said. He revved up his weapon. He lowered it down between Dominic’s legs, raising it upwards, cutting him in half, blood, bone and guts going everywhere, including Ghostface’s costume. He loved hearing Dominic scream. It was like music to his ears.

When it was all said and done, he took off his outfit, revealing himself to be none other than the supposedly dead and buried, Stu Macher. His face looked quite different than it used to. He had scars, but he also had a little bit of plastic surgery to alter his face somewhat. He went through a lot to make sure everyone thought he was dead. And his plan worked like a charm.

Stu left the chainsaw on the ground next to the corpse where he threw it, strolled over to his van and pulled out two huge gas cans, which emptied over what used to be Dominic and the chainsaw, not to mention the van as well. He smirked as he lit a match, throwing onto the trail of gas he made. He ran as fast as he could out of the old warehouse, towards his accomplice who was waiting on their motorcycle for him. He put on the helmet that was handed to him and they were gone.

It didn’t take long for the warehouse to violently explode and for the sound of sirens to be heard as they raced to put out the fire. Stu and the other Ghostface were on their way back to their lair to come up with more plans to make the lives of Sam and Tara Carpenter a living hell before killing them.

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xxx-The Very Next Day-New York City-Wendy’s Home-xxx

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Sam held Tara in her arms as she cried her heart out after hearing of Dominic Mulroney’s horrible death. She was also saddened by his untimely death. Sam did hang out with him a few times when they were kids.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Tara. Dominic was a good guy. He didn’t deserve to die like that. I promise you, we will kill the fucker who did murdered him.” Sam said. Her anger was getting close to boiling over. She had to calm herself down for Tara’s sake. Sam took a deep breath, then exhaled it as Tara stopped crying. She smiled down at her.

“Thanks. And, no he certainly didn’t. We don’t know who it was, other than it was someone in a fucking Ghostface mask. I know what you’re going to say. I’m not very hungry, but we probably should at least have a snack.” Tara replied. She was still sniffling as she wiped the tears off. Tara pulled away from Sam to go splash some cold water on her face. She came back moments later.

“Yeah, you’re right. By the way, Wendy was here earlier. She offered to make us some food. Let’s go. We’ll be able to think more clearly once we’ve eaten. Fair warning though; I have no idea what she made.” Sam said. She chuckled when she heard Tara giggle softly. Sam grasped Tara’s hand and they followed the delicious smell of cooked food flowing from the kitchen downstairs. She realized just how hungry she really was.

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xxx-Wendy’s Home-The Kitchen-xxx

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Sam, Tara and Wendy sat at the kitchen table eating a late lunch. While she took a bite out of her sandwich, Sam noticed that Tara only ate half of her own meal. She frowned. She did consider saying something about it, but ultimately decided against it. Sam just didn’t want to push Tara away or cause her any sort of hurt. She was going to get up when she caught Wendy’s eyes and she stayed seated.

“Tara, I’m so sorry for what happened to your friend. We all know from experience that losing people you love or care about never gets any easier. But if there’s anything I can do, please let me know, okay? Sam will always be there for you and so will I.” Wendy said. She hasn’t known either Carpenter sister for very long, though she already cared deeply for them both as if they had been friends for decades.

“I know. Thanks, Wendy. I really appreciate it. I just wish we could find out who Dominic’s killer is. Because I want to kill that son of a bitch so fucking bad.” Tara replied. She hated that she felt so powerless. All she wanted to do was kill a monster so they would never be able to hurt another innocent person ever again.

“Unfortunately, we can’t. But maybe we could do some investigating. Sam, call Kirby and see if she can find anything out. I mean, she is an FBI agent. She’ll have better chances than any of us would. I’ll call Gale. Maybe she’ll know something too.” Wendy said. She picked up her cell phone to contact Gale as Sam called Kirby. She also walked to another part of the room.

“Hey, Kirby. It’s Sam. I need some info. Have you heard about that warehouse fire? Yeah, well, me and Tara knew Dominic. If you find anything out, please tell us.” Sam said. She could hear Wendy having a similar conversation with Gale. Sam hoped that their friends could provide some much-needed help.

Tara saw both Sam and Wendy finish talking on their phones. The two of them had serious expressions on their faces she couldn’t decipher. And that worried her quite a bit. Maybe they did find something out after all.

“So, any news? Did the cops get fingerprints, DNA or anything like that?” Tara asked. She just needed to know the truth. Tara wasn’t the biggest fan of cop shows, however she did remember a couple of things from the few episodes of CSI she watched when she was a kid.

“It’s like what we saw on the news. A badly burnt Ghostface costume was left at the crime scene. No, DNA. There were fingerprints. You’re not going to believe who they belong to either. They’re Stu Macher’s.” Sam replied. She was just as surprised as Tara was, if the look on her face was anything to go by. Sam wasn’t expecting that news either.

“Stu Macher? That’s fucking insane. I thought he was dead. Like dead, dead. That’s not good.” Tara said. She would lose her mind if anyone else who was thought to be six feet under suddenly came back to life.

“Sam’s right, Tara. Gale told me the same thing. Apparently, Stu had faked his own death. Nobody knows how he did it. Which is why it wasn’t mentioned in the news earlier today. I say we should lay low, just in case he tries to kill us.” Wendy stated. She was scared. And she had no idea what they should do next.

“Wendy, Tara. I know what we should do. We already know who this killer is. Let’s lure him out and kill him once and for all. We only have one chance to do it though. He won’t be expecting it. I don’t exactly have a plan yet, but I will.” Sam said. She wasn’t all that shocked when Tara and Wendy glared at her. Hopefully, they’ll come around to helping her with her soon to be developed plan.