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“Welcome to act three” Amber proclaimed with a gun pointed at the trio. Tara pushed her shooting arm towards the air, making her shoot the ceiling.
Both of them crash on the floor, collapsing together. Tara gets herself up very slowly, she was feeling much pain, her stitches opening up one by one, you could hear the skin tear itself apart.
She ran limping, but Amber was a monster hunting its prey, with hatred in her eyes and malicious.
“You ain’t going nowhere, sweetie.” Amber said in an ironic tone. Her gun loose on her fist, but still pointing it at Tara.
“Fuck you!” Tara screamed while in very much pain.
“Well, love, you just did that a little while ago, didn’t you?” Said Amber with a smirk on her face.
Hugging her firmly to immobilize Tara to not move, squeezing her guts firmly, Tara squeaking in pain.
“Please, Amber, let me go!” Tara said already inside the closet.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, dear.” Amber kisses the gun and point it directly at Tara’s forehead. Caressing it right after with her thumb. She puts tape all over Tara, still leaving her crutches there.
Amber hears gunshots, Sidney shooting at Richie, Amber already wearing her Ghostface robe quickly, jump towards Sidney with her knife prepared.
“Holy SHIT, IT’S GHOSTFACE!”
Amber tries to stab Sidney 3 times, failing 2 times but getting it right to her rib.
Sidney trips over the staircase, at the last moment, pulling Amber along. Amber still maintains her mask on, trying to reach Sidney’s pistol even with the downfall.
Sam reaches it first, running and stepping on Amber’s hand. Pointing it towards Ghostface, Richie going downstairs limping, hugs Sam hopefully and suddenly stabs Sam.
Sidney tries to hit Amber while hurt, but Amber kicks Sidney’s wound, making her step behind and stabs there once again.
Sidney gets on her knees, not able to stand while bleeding too much.
“Well… let’s go to the kitchen.” Richie says taking Sam when turning the knife.
Amber grabs Sidney’s hair “LET’S GO BITCH” making her move while hurt.
“Do you wanna grab the ex-Riley woman?” Richie says looking at Amber.
“Yeah, I do.”
As Amber leaves, Sidney steps forward.
“Whoa, whoa. Sidney Prescott, you know, I’m a really big fan.”
“Go fuck yourself”
“You’ve seen the last Stab movie?”
“Not really a fan of scary movies”
“That checks out, anyway it sucked. Nobody takes the true fans seriously. Not really.”
“They just laugh at us, and WHY?”
“Because we LOVE something?”
“We’re just a fucking joke to them?”
“How could fandom be toxic?”
“IT’S ABOUT LOVE!”
“They don’t fucking understand how important these movies are to people”
“But we’re gonna help them!”
“Bollywood is completely fucking out of ideas, so we decided to give them some new source material, bring it back to the basics.”
“And that’s how you make a great Stab movie, Sam”
Amber arrives with Gale, screaming that she should sit down, Sidney calling out for her.
Amber threatens to stab Sidney once again, that time, on the face.
“All this to make me the hero of your sick movie?” Sam asked, angered.
“Sweetie, you’re not the hero. You’re the villain.”
“You’re the crazy daughter with the serial killer dead dad, with allucinations of him”
“Sidney Prescott killed your dad. You’re here to kill her.”
“How did you know?”
“I mean… pff… It’s a small town and your mom’s a drunk.” Amber said laughing.
“We needed the classic characters to make the movie matter, cause we have FUCKING STAKES. And anyone could die, right hon?” She said approaching him towards a hug. Amber stabs Richie 6 times in the stomach.
“Oh well…” She takes his gun out of his hand “It’s my damn movie now.” Pointing it at Gale and shooting her in the leg just for fun.
“Oh fuck…” Sidney says while shocked, she couldn’t process the enviroment much, she was starting to feel dizzy.
“SIT THE FUCK DOWN, SAM!” Amber complains while Sam tries to reach Gale to help her.
“I have a gift for you, Sam. But I’ll have to tie you up first, lol.” Amber shoots Sidney on both legs so she couldn’t run. Grabbing a chair, she puts a chair on Sam’s mouth then firmly grabs her arms, sliding her sharp knife through her arms, just to feel the sharpness. making her scream in pain.
“Relax, sis-in-law, I will not hurt you. For now.” Tying her to the wooden chair.
Amber goes towards the closet, getting Tara by the arm. Bringing her to the kitchen.
Taking off Tara’s mouth tape, she kisses her on the lips but Tara bites her, strongly, Amber’s lip bleeds.
“Oh, what a welcoming kiss, love. I appreciate.” Amber laughs with blood dripping on her chin.
“So… honestly asking. Do you care about this one? I’ll spare her if you want me to.” She asked while signing with her bloody knife in the direction of Sam.
“Is this a joke? Amber! She’s my sister!” She said in a weak voice, starting to have an asthma attack.
“Ah, no!” “Let me get something for ya” She uses the inhaler Richie had on his pocket on Tara, helping her recompose.
“You see… You always were my muse, even on school, the only one I’ve ever looked at, was you. You’ll be my final girl no matter what. But I’m the killer. So… I’ll die anyway. I’m giving you this choice because I know how much you suffered because of this…” Amber slipped the knife lightly on Sam’s chin, whose complained. Making a light cut, Tara didn’t like what she looked at.
“No! No! Please, you can spare her! I forgive her, she’s trying to be better, she’s being honest with me, she took care of me, she still is taking care of me.”
“Well… then it’s settled.” Amber turned the knife towards her belly and looked deeply inside Tara’s eyes. And penetrated her own flesh with the sharp object repeatedly. Squirming in pain. She reached Tara and set her free, putting the knife on her small hand, carressing it a little. Falling on the floor, she looked at Sam, nodding. Saying a weak “I- love you, Tara.”