DISCLAIMER: I do not own Scream.
"Welcome to my world, bitch. I should warn you princess- the first time tends to get a little messy."
- Freddy Krueger; Freddy vs. Jason (2003)
The first time I ever kissed a boy was when I was eleven, and I had no idea that later in life, I would come to hate that kiss. I didn't hate it because it was awkward or because neither of us knew what we were doing.
I hated it because I kissed Stu Macher.
Of course, this was before he became a killer, but I guess some part of me wishes that my eleven year old self had sensed something.
But I hadn't, and I had kissed him anyway, our noses bumping together and me giggling into the kiss.
And then I had went home and called Sidney on the phone and we had talked about it, and then I called Tatum who seemed much more excited for me.
Four years later, the fall before I turned sixteen, Stuart Macher became my first boyfriend. We dated for five months, but I broke up with him on my birthday, at the beginning of summer.
And that was that. We were still friends, because how could we not be? We had known each other since preschool. We had shared snack packs and juice boxes. That's something you don't forget and let die, I think.
But Stu never got over it. He never got over me, even though I had moved on. He wasn't obvious about it of course, and he didn't reveal his feelings for me until the very end.
It all started on a Wednsday, when I was in the shower, getting ready for school. I was singing Joan Jett's 'Bad Reputation' and scrubbing my hair and dancing as best I could in the small space.
It wasn't until I got out that I heard my mom scream from downstairs.
I tensed, listening closely. I could plainly hear the sound of sobbing, and in an instant I had thrown on my threadbare robe and was rushing out of the bathroom and down the stairs, peeking over the banisters.
"Mom?" I called, hurrying into the living room to see my mother doubled over on the couch her face buried into a throw pillow.
"Mom, what's wrong?" I sat down awkwardly next to her, placing my hands on her shoulders and trying to be comforting.I wasn't good at this. My mom and I had never been close.
I had always been closer to my dad, but after the divorce a year and a half prior, my relationship with my mom had become even more strained.
She peeked at me through the gap between her arm and the pillow, her brown eyes wet and tear-filled.
I had gotten her red hair, but that was where the similarities stopped. My mother was a tall, tan, curvy woman, with long thick red hair and brown eyes. She was a beautiful woman, and always had been, but she was very self-absorbed, and cared too much about her appearance.
I on the other hand, had reached a towering height of 4'11", before I had stopped growing completely, much to my chagrin. My hair was long and thick and fell in messy, curly ringlets. I was small, and very narrowly built, with small hips, and a small waist, and a small chest and narrow shoulders, and I had freckles everywhere, on my face and neck and shoulders and back. They were like cinnamon, sprinkled on top of milky white coffee. I had my grandmother's long, straight nose, and her thin pale pink lips, and my father's bright blue eyes.
My mother was always criticizing the way I looked, maybe because she wanted me to look more like her, I don't know.
"Mom?" I demanded in a firm voice, narrowing my eyes. "What is it?"
She pulled her face from the pillow, speaking in a low voice that I could barely understand.
"They found her…gutted…dead…hung." She sobbed again, burying her face swiftly back into the pillow. Before she did, I saw mascara stains on it.
What the fuck! That really helped me…
I scowled at her, before pulling her shoulder, forcing her to emerge from the pillow,.
"Who did? I don't understand. Explain!"
She frowned, before finally pointing back to the television where the news was playing, though it was muted.
On the screen, I could see a familiar house surrounded by police cars and news vans. There was yellow crime scene taped spread all about, and from the tree in the front yard, I could see a frayed rope hanging from one of the limbs. It looked as if someone had cut it at the end, and I frowned.
"That house looks really familiar…wait…that's Casey Becker's house, isn't mom? Christ, what happened?"
It had to be something major, because of the cops there, and upon closer inspection I could see Tatum's brother, Dewey, walking across the porch, talking to the sheriff.
"She…the Beckers…last night…Casey…murdered…"
I turned to face my mom, jaw tightening, as disbelief flared within me.
Casey Becker couldn't be dead. It wasn't possible. Not Casey.
I knew her. She was my lab partner. She helped me understand stoichiometry and I'd had classes with her since elementary school.
She couldn't be dead. Not nice, sweet Casey, who everybody loved. Nice, sweet Casey, who always had something nice to say and who didn't like drama, and who could chat on adoringly about things like movies and Steve, her boyfriend, and things like that.
And then a could sense of acceptance crept in, and I frowned.
"Casey is dead? Are you sure?" I looked at my mom, hoping and pleading that this was some sick joke.
"Mhm." She nodded slightly.
My mom let out another low sob. "He's dead too." She told me, making my heart skip a beat.
Steve was dead too? He had always been a very friendly guy, a playful flirt, but he was never serious about it, and had always been careful to not do it in front of Casey. He didn't bully the less popular kids, and it was obvious that he genuinely loved football. He would have had a full-ride to college, because he was all-american, and because he was the star quarter-back.
"Oh my God." I stood, hurrying over to the cordless phone and snatching it up. I quickly dialed in Tatum's number before holding it back to my ear.
She might know something, with her brother, Dewey being the Sheriff and all.
The phone rang about three times, before Tatum's mother, Mrs. Riley picked it up.
"Hello?" her voice sounded strained, but at least she wasn't sobbing like my mother.
"Mrs. Riley, I know it's early, but can I talk to Tatum?"
"Oh, Cat dear, is this you? Of course you can. Hold on for a second." Mrs. Riley took the phone away from her ear before hollering for Tatum to pick up the phone.
"Hello?" A familiar voice said into the phone.
"Tatum, what's going on?" I said immediately.
"God, Cat, did you see the news? Can you fucking believe it?"
"No." I said truthfully. "No, I can't. My mom is in hysterics on the couch. She used to babysit Casey, you
"Yeah, I remember. Dewey says that crime is horrible. Worse than Sid's mom's murder."
"God," I shook my head. "That bad huh?"
"Mhm. It's like something out of those horror movies that you like so much. Anyway, we'll talk more at school. I have to finish getting ready."
"Yeah. So do I. I'll see you later."
"See ya." I hung up, placing the phone back on the charger.
"Mom," I said, giving her shoulder a light shove. "Get up. You can't stay here crying all day. You have to go to work."
She lifted her head and gave me the dirtiest look she could muster, a cold sort of contempt in her chocolate brown eyes.
"I'm going to go finish getting ready. Go to work mom."
Woodsboro High was in a frenzy when I pulled up to it. Police and reporters were everywhere, and I'm not gonna lie, a lot of the students looked really uncomfortable. I parked my jeep and got out, looking at the reporters warily.
If any of them remembered me from the year prior, when I had helped Sidney Prescott get through her mother's murder, than no doubt they would descend upon me like pirahna. But it didn't seem like they did, and so I grabbed my backpack and hurried past them, heading towards the front entrance of the school.
I turned at the sound of my name to see Sidney hurrying towards me, confusion plainly written across her face.
"What's going on?" She asked, just as Taum came up behind her.
"Do you believe this shit?" She asked, looking between me and Sidney.
"What happened?" Sidney asked.
"Oh God! You don't know?" Tatum's mouth opened in shock.
"Casey Becker and Steve Forrest were killed last night." I told Sidney
"And not just killed, Sid. We're talking splatter-movie killed- split open end to end." Tatum went on, not bothering to sugar-coat it at all.
"Casey Becker? She sits next to me in English." Sidney said.
I sighed. "She's my lab partner in chemistry. Or…at least she was."
"Her parents found her hanging from a tree. Her insides on the outside."
I looked at Tatum in shock. She hadn't told me this on the phone. Suddenly my mother's incoherant babbling made sense.
"Do they know who did it?" Sid asked, but Tatum shook her head.
"Fucking cluesles- they're interrogating the entire school. Teachers, students, staff, janitors…"
"Yeah," I said sarcastically. "Because one of our janitors totally went to Casey's house and fucking gutted her and her boyfriend with his mop."
"They think it's school related?" Sidney asked.
Tatum shrugged. "They don't know. Dewey said this is the worst crim they've ever seen. Even worse than…"
I gave her a stern look, clearly telling her not to say it.
Sidney looked back at one of the reporters, a real bitch named Gale Weathers. Her face was strained, and then, without another word, she hurried past us.
"Poor Sidney." Tatum sighed, before waving goodbye too me, and hurrying off as well.
"Hey there, kitty cat." A voice said in my ear, making me whip around to face my boyfriend, Randy Meeks, who smiled at me. There was a certain sort of excitement in his eyes, and he grinned widely.
"Jesus, Randy. You look like a kid who's about to get ice cream."
He put an arm around my shoulder, turning me around and walking with me.
"Can you believe it?" He asked. "Can you fucking believe it?"
"Believe what? That two students from our school were skewered like fucking pigs last night? No, I can't."
Randy frowned. Obviously he hadn't thought about it like this. "Well…I mean…"
I patted his arm, smiling up at him. "Forget it, babe." I said, before pulling him down towards me so that I could kiss him.
Chemistry was more depressing than usual. The teacher, an elderly man named Mister Bates, sat behind the desk at the front of the lab, absently staring at the empty seat beside me.
Occasionally I glanced at it too, but mostly I was drawing a comic version of Freddy Kruegar in my sketch book. If I had my colored pencils with me, it would look even cooler.
The other students in class were whispering rapidly to each other, casting occasional glances at Casey's seat.
I was uncomfortable, to say the least. I wished I could be sitting somewhere else, and not here, where people were free to gawk at me, because I was Casey's lab partner.
I looked up as one of the office workers, a pretty brunette, walked in and handed Mister Bates a yellow slip of paper. He looked at it before looking up at me.
"Catherine, ther would like to see you in the office."
I frowned and put my sketch book back in my bag, before standing up.
I pulled my bag over my shulder before hurrying out after the brunette.
She glanced back at me once as we headed to the office, and when we got in, she pointed at Principal Himbry's office, a grim sort of smile on her face.
"In there." She said, and I nodded, before pushing the door open.
Police were everywhere in the room. Sitting, standing, leaning.
Principal Himbry stood by his desk speaking to Sheriff Burke, who looked up at me as I walked in.
"Hey there, Cat." He said, giving me his kind smile.
I smiled back. It was nice to see him when he wasn't bringing my intoxicated mother home again.
"Nice to see you Sheriff, even though the the circumstances kind of suck. Dewey." I added, nodding at him and hopping up onto an exposed corner of Himbry's desk.
"So, what's up?" I asked, cocking my head to one side.
"They just want to ask you a few questions Miss Gray." Himbry said, patting my shoulder lightly.
"Oh? Alright then." I smiled at them lightly again, trying to lighten up the mood.
Lunch had always been my favorite time of day, not only because we got out of class, but because I don't tend to eat breakfast, and by the time lunch comes around I'm starving.
And so, I sat casually on Randy's lap, eating my bag of grapes slowly. I'd already eaten my sandwhich
"Hunt?" Tatum asked. "Why would they ask if you like to hunt?"
We had been talking about our different encounters with the police when we had been called to questioning.
Randy, and Tatum and Sid's boyfriends, Stu and Billy, had been asked if they liked to hunt, which I found amusing.
"I don't know, they just did."
"Because their bodies were gutted." Randy said simply, making Sid flinch.
"Thanks Randy." Billy said dryly.
"They didn't ask me if I like to hunt." Tatum said, looking confused.
"Yeah, me either." I shrugged.
"Because there is no way a girl could have killed them." Stu said simply.
I frowned at him, narrowing my eyes.
"That is so sexist." Tatum said. "The killer could easily be female- Basic Instinct."
"That was an ice pick." Randy told her quickly. "Not exactly the same thing."
"Need I point out, Randy, that in the original Friday the 13th, Mrs. Voorhees was the killer." I smiled sweetly at him, making him roll his eyes
"Oh, and let's not forget love, the cult classic Sleepaway Camp."
"Now, I gotta call you on that one, Cat. In Sleepaway Camp, it was a boy dressed as a girl…very complicated backstory."
I rolled my eyes, leaning back against his chest.
"The point I'm trying to make is that the killer can easily have more estrogen than testoterone smart ass."
"And the point I'm trying to make is that no girl would be able to stomach gutting another person." Randy said, pulling on my hair playfully.
"Yeah, Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out. Takes a man to do something like that." Stu said, trying to sound very masculine and tough.
"Or a man's mentality." Tatum said.
"Which we all know you haven't got." I added, looking pointedly at Stu.
"How do you…gut someone?" Sid asked quietly, almost to herself.
We all turned to look at her, the silence heavy and serious.
"You take a knife," Stu said slowly. "and slit from the groin to the sternum."
Sidney shivered slightly, and suddenly I lashed out, smacking Stu on the back of the head.
"It's called tact, you fuck rag."
"Hey, Stu? Didn't you used to date Casey?"
It was a cheap shot from Sidney, but I grinned.
"For about two seconds." Stu said, looking at Sidney.
"Before she dumped him for Steve." Randy said matter-of-factly.
Tatum turned to Stu, surprised.
"I thought you dumped her for me."
"I did. He's full of shit." Stu said glaring at Randy.
"And…uh…are the police aware that you dated the victim?" I asked sweetly, making Stu turn his glare onto me.
"No, see, if that's the way it worked Catherine, wouldn't you be dead?"
There was something in his voice that sent a chill up my spine, and I moved back, closer to Randy, rolling my eyes at him.
"So…what were you implying…that I liked killed her or something?"
"It would certainly improve your high school Q." Randy spoke up, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Stu was with me last night." Tatum said, resting a hand on her boyfriend's knee.
"Ew." I wrinkled my nose at the thought, while Randy rolled his eyes.
"Oooooh…before or after, he sliced and diced?"
"Fuck you, nut case. Where were you last night?" Tatum asked, narrowing her eyes at Randy.
"Working," he said, taking one of my grapes and popping it into his mouth. "Thank you."
"I thought the video store fired you." Tatum said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"But what about af-" Stu started, but I cut him off.
"I picked him up after he got off, and we went to his house."
And with that I turned and kissed Randy, who grinned as we pulled away.
"I didn't kill anybody." Stu said, quietly, making me look back at him.
"Nobody's saying you did." Billy says quickly, looking at his friend.
"Besides,"Randy cleared his throat before imitating Stu perfectly. "Takes a man to do something like that."
"I'm gonna gut your ass in a second."
"Oooh, someone should be recording this. We could use it as proof." I joked, smiling wryly
"Tell me something," Randy said, before adopting a nasally voice. " Did you really put her liver in the mailbox? I heard they found her liver in the mailbox."
Sidney looked away, trying to keep us from seeing the look on her face, but both Tatum and I saw it.
"Randy, you goon fuck, I'm eating here." Tatum hissed, looking at Sidney worriedly.
I rolled my eyes before standing, turning to kiss Randy swiftly on the cheek.
"Gotta go." I said with a shrug. "I've got to edit some stuff for media."
With that I turned to hurry off.
The media classroom was empty, which I was thankful for. Even the teacher was gone, but it was his free period, and so long as he didn't mind me being in here it wasn't a problem.
I had taken my cell phone from my bag, and it was sitting on the desk next to the computer as I went through some of the footage. The teacher had my number, and in case he wanted to remind me of something, I wanted him to be able to contact me quickly.
My phone rang suddenly, the cheerful tune ringing out, making me jump.
I picked it up quickly, answering it.
"Hello?" I pressed it to my ear, not bothering to look at the caller i.d.
"Hello, Kitty Cat."
A deep, husky voice said.
The voice laughed slightly, making me frown.
"Who's this?" I asked, pulling the phone away to examine the screen. It said 'Unknown Number' across it, and I rolled my eyes.
"Nobody," the voice said. " I just have a question to ask…that's all."
I leaned back, away from the computer.
"How many killers does it take to gut a cat?"
It was obviously a threat, and it sent chills up my spine.
The voice gave a deep laugh, as if what I had said was extremely amusing.
"Who the hell is this?" I snapped, a scowl on my face.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" The voice taunted before laughing again.
"I'll talk to you later, Kitten. I guarantee it."
And then there was a click and the voice was gone.
I sat there for a moment, the phone still pressed to my ear.
I was feeling several emotions at once.
Slowly I pulled the phone away from my ear and closed it, setting it down on the desk next to the keyboard.
My first thought was absolutely irrational; that someone was trying to kill me.
Or…at least it was irrational at the time.
And at the time I had to laugh at myself and push the thought away, because I didn't know anyone who could hate me enough to kill me, because I had never done anything so bad that it would make someone want to kill me.
So it had to be a joke. A joke would explain it, and besides, that thought was much more comforting than thinking that someone was out to murder me.
But still, there was an icy feeling deep in my soul that I couldn't quite shake.
Author's Note: I feel horrible, posting this when I shouldn't have, but my God, I couldn't wait. Besides, this project won't be huge. In fact, it will only be ten chapters. But it is very important to me, as it is based off of the first fanfic I finished that I posted on Quizilla. It was fairly popular on there, but after reading it a few months ago I was appaled at how bad my writing was then, and so I decided to rewrite it, and do some majort character revisions to the main character who's name was originally Alex Grey. While I love the name, I didn't feel comfortable using it for a Scream fanfiction. But I did decide to keep her last name the same, because I love the simplicity of it, and it had originally started out as a X-men reference. While there are virtually no similarities between my character and Jean Grey, I do like the reference.
I decided, for the sake of the story, to make it so that Cat and Randy are already together, because it is no easy task to work meaningful relationship advancement into a horror story. Do not be fooled though as this story started out, and will always be, a tribute to Randy Meeks. Not only that, but it is also a tribute to Wes Craven and Kevin Williamson .
So, if you've finished this chapter please let me know by following and reviewing this story, because I would love to have the support of you all as I work through the ten chapters ahead.