Scream 3rd Killer Novels & Stories

Without anyone to talk to, anyone to lean on, it must have been terrible. ''Ooh God, am a terrible person…. I’m so sorry. '' She reached out to hold him, and squeeze his hand. Liam smiled; ''It's okay; it's a long time ago.” Kate hiccupped; ''Did… did you see the person's face? Did you see the face of the killer? '' Liam’s throat clenched as a wicked glint flashed through his eyes; ''Yes, I did.'' Kate’s eyes widened in shock, ''who was it? Who were they? '' her heart banged against her chest painfully.

The man regretted everything he had done before and wept out bitter tears while saying, “I merely thought that you were a bunch of girls from a noble family but I never expected all of you to be so utterly vulgar. Are you gangsters?!” Sis Three said, “We’re not gangsters, but we can be. I’ll give you three seconds to think about it. Are you going to tell us about your true motive for trying to kill us?” The man hesitated a little. Sis Three instantly stomped her feet down. “Ack!!!” The man wretchedly cried out. Sis Three said, “I’ll give you three more seconds. Are you going to spit it out? Or do I have to trample on your b*lls too?”

Everyone else chuckles as the man with the scar rises his gun, arm shaking as I look him in the eye. “You’ll be surprised what you learn in the Slums.” I deadpan, winking at the men as I raise my gun once more. "Well then I guess you’ll be just another Slums statistic when we kill you.” Blondie yells furiously, finger on the trigger. Unfortunately for them, they don’t get a chance to make good on that threat as Sky, Lia and Mia let bullets fly, killing each men with a shot to the heat for scar face, a shot to the head for blondie and a shot to the groin – which I believe is Sky’s shot – before I end the guy who’s ear I shot off with a shot to the head when he covers his now exploded groin.

It wasn't until an alarm suddenly rang that the psychologist snapped out of it, as if waking from a dream. Shortly after waking, he walked straight into the lake. Everyone's gaze turned to me, now tinged with a new kind of fear. I looked at Miller behind the monitor and blew a kiss at the camera. "That's eleven dead now, Agent." "Now with a top psychologist for company." "I can play this 'no evidence' game for a long time." "Here's an idea. Why not bring in some medieval torture devices? Perhaps under extreme duress, I'll finally tell the truth?"

His friends started screaming at us. "The boss will kill all of you! He knows what you did and he is going to come and kill you, you f*cking b*tch!" I'd had enough of these sons of b*tches. They kept calling me a b*tch, so I didn't kill them. But I shot the three guys in the kneecaps. The last one tried to dodge the bullets but got shot in the foot and left leg. He went down hard as the others screamed.

He was in the middle of quoting me some exorbitant price when everything in my world stopped, focusing on a single person on the other side of the room, casually sipping cocktails, a model on each arm. My blood boiled. "YOU!" I screamed, pointing an accusatory finger. "I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!"

And cut off another. Another scream. Ace shifted on his seat, getting more comfortable like he was watching some kind of show. I grabbed a bigger knife. “Round three,” I said with a grin. “Don’t give me what I want, and you can say goodbye to your whole hand.” Silence. “One last time,” I warned. “Who are you working for?” Again, he smirked. “Go. To. Hell.” I rolled my eyes and cut off his entire hand. His body jerked, and the room filled with another agonising scream. I raised the knife again, placing the tip right against his lips.

Hunter screams at me. I nervously nod my head, scampering out of the room as quickly as I can. I smile as I exit the room, closing the door behind me. I hear a giant crash as something is pummelled into the door. Instantly confirming that I managed to succeed in my plan. Stage three is complete. Now onto stage four. I smile triumphantly, knowing I've won.

Without checking the caller ID, she put the phone to her ear and was greeted with hysterical screams. "What the hell? Who is this?" Cassie held the phone away from her ear. "SARA! I KNOW IT WAS YOU! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS? MY HAIR IS RUINED! Oh my God," she wailed the last phrase between choked sobs and expletives. Shocked, Cassie dropped the brush, and her hand flew up, covering her mouth. "Oh Shit!" The hair removal cream in the shampoo bottle. Sara must have been the first to use the tainted shampoo.