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Last night, nearly three years after the Woodsboro Murders, two local college students were killed at the local premiere of the movie adaptation of Gina Porter’s best-selling novel based on the Woodsboro tragedy. Reports say the assailant went unnoticed due to the majority of moviegoers wearing the infamous Ghostface mask at the screening.
Why here? Why now? Well, some say it’s not a coincidence that the two college students killed were both enrolled in classes with Maddox Riley here at Windsor College. Riley was the center focus of the same tragedy that inspired the book and film. It seems that not even moving across the country can help Riley escape from her past. Here at Windsor College, I’m Jennifer Jay with News 11.
Ricky got on the first available flight after he heard the news. His mom begged him not to, she even cried when he left for the airport.
“I have a bad feeling about this, Rick, please. I can't do this again.”
But he had to come. It didn’t feel like a choice, but more of an obligation. One he was happy to act on. He couldn’t stand by while Maddox was in danger, even if this ended up being completely unrelated. A new Ghostface killing in the same town that Maddox is living in? At a screening of the stupid movie based on Gina’s stupid book about Maddox ? It’s too risky.
Maddox and Ricky have gotten close over the years. Even now that she goes to school all the way out in California, she calls a lot to check in with him. Sometimes, it feels like she’s the one looking out for him. So he didn’t hesitate to show up for her when he knew she needed the support.
When he got to campus it was swamped with news vans and cameras. It makes his stomach turn, thinking back to Woodsboro all those years ago. He thinks of dropping Avery and Maddox off at school that last day, reminding them to steer clear of any reporters. Only for him to bump into Gina Porter thirty seconds later. God, if he could turn back time he would’ve done everything differently that day.
After catching up with Maddox (and Nini, who’s crush on Maddox is so obvious Ricky can’t believe Maddox doesn’t see it), Ricky stops by the campus security building. He offers up his credentials as a small town security guard, but they brush him off. Even when he tries to explain that he helped out with the Woodsboro Murders, they actually laugh in his face when they realize who he is.
“Wait, you’re Richie Bowen? The one who got knocked out before the fight even started? You didn’t even do anything…” A meathead security officer laughs, elbowing Ricky a little too roughly.
“Hey, he didn’t get knocked out. He got stabbed. Twice. By a seventeen year old girl.” Another officer taunts.
Immediately Ricky remembers how much he does not miss his old security job. The type of guys he got stuck working with were always such assholes. He leaves the building in a huff, limping down the stairs carefully. Just as he lifts his gaze up from his feet, he sees her. Gina Porter stops dead in her tracks at the sight of him.
His heart skips a beat before he remembers what’s good for him. And then he’s filled with pure annoyance. “What are you doing here?”
Gina looks just as shocked to see him, but there’s a strange twinkle in her eye. Part of Ricky hopes she’s happy to see him, he really hates that part of himself. She opens her mouth to respond, but he cuts her off. “Actually, don’t bother. I know exactly what you’re doing here. And you should leave.”
“Ricky.” Gina’s voice has a familiar softness to it. No, it’s not soft, it’s smooth. There’s always a level of calculation behind her tone, Ricky knows this now.
“Hasn’t Maddox been through enough? Can't you just leave her alone?” Ricky asks harshly, brushing past Gina to make his way back to his car. He can’t decide how he feels about how quickly Gina follows him.
“I'm on Maddox’s side. Remember?!”
“You’re on whatever side gets you a better story. And the last thing she needs is another poorly written Gina Porter tell-all exposing her personal life.” He tries to quicken his pace, but his right leg is still pretty stiff from the long flight here. Ricky’s usually good at taking things slow, but Gina’s presence is enough to make him forget about any good habits he’s ever had.
Gina keeps up with him easily, the clicking of her high heels rhythmic on the pavement behind him, a melody that Ricky hates admitting he misses. “Two college kids getting publicly slaughtered isn’t exactly Maddox’s personal life.”
“You’re right, Maddox doesn’t have a personal life because of people like you. This entire campus is flooded with reporters trying to get a quote from her to plaster on every news site in existence, don’t pretend you’re any different.”
Ricky’s words are quick and accusatory as he shouts over his shoulder. But she just follows him with her arms crossed, like this is any old conversation. Her shoulders are loose and her expression is calm. “Not to toot my own horn, but I am different. The local police asked me to be here.”
“What?” Ricky asks dumbly, stopping abruptly.
“I’ve been through this before. You know that phrase ‘I wrote the book on this?” Gina pauses as if to let Ricky answer, but he just crosses his arms stubbornly. “Well, I literally wrote the book on this.”
“Yeah and I’m sure you can’t wait to write another,” Ricky mutters before brushing past her again. But this time, Gina’s hand catches his wrist to stop him. He whirls around, locking eyes with Gina for a moment before he yanks his hand away from her.
“Don’t you think you’re overreacting just a little?” Gina asks, and if Ricky didn’t know better he’d say Gina Porter actually looks hurt. But that’s not possible because there’s a journalism degree where her heart should be.
“Page 34, Ricky Bowen carries himself like someone who’s wracked with self-esteem issues and is severely lacking in social interaction.” Ricky recites coldly.
“You read my book?” Ricky hates the matter-of-fact tone in her voice.
“Yes, Miss Porter, I do read.” He snaps.
“Ricky, it’s a character in a book.”
“Page 265, It’s not hard to forget that Ricky is even here, considering he’s been out cold the entire time. It’s probably best that he sits this part out and stays out of the way.”
“I’m sorry, Ricky. I don’t know what else to say other than I’m sorry.” Her voice is soft this time, and the change in tone catches Ricky off guard.
Gina sighs, holding Ricky’s gaze with her big brown eyes. And against all logic, he feels himself unfold ever so slightly. Most of their relationship was spent staring at phone screens and Ricky never realized how much harder it would be to actually look Gina in the eye again. Her brow is furrowed deeply and Ricky wants to believe that she looks genuinely sorry right now. That was always their problem. Ricky wanted to see the good in her, even when it’s not there. Without a hitch, the two of them take in a deep breath together before slowly exhaling. For a moment, his anxieties are gone, hidden underneath the comfort that Gina brings him without even trying.
His inner turmoil must be written all over his face because Gina hesitates before reaching forward to caress his face. The moment he feels her fingertips brush his cheek, Ricky flinches away from her drastically.
“There’s nothing you can say. I misjudged you,” Ricky blurts out, blushing profusely. “So how about we stay in our own lanes this time. I wouldn’t want to get in your way.”
Gina’s wringing her hands now, obviously embarrassed at Ricky’s reaction. “If that’s what you want.”
Ricky nods once and starts to walk away before stopping, turning around and muttering harshly. “By the way, nice calf implants.”
Gina’s eyes widen at his comment as she watches Ricky Bowen walk away from her smugly. God, she really did a number on him…
A chilling update here at Windsor College. This afternoon, twenty year old Nina Salazar-Roberts was found murdered in a News van here on campus. This marks the fourth victim of this wave of Ghostface killings. Salazar-Roberts was discovered by best-selling novelist, Gina Porter, who was apparently working with the young girl to catch the killer. Gina Porter has refused to comment, but her cameraman was seen quitting not long after the body was discovered.
Salazar-Roberts was one of the four survivors of the original Woodsboro Murders, along with Maddox Riley, Gina Porter, and Richard Bowen. While speculation that Maddox Riley could be the killer’s main target, is the death of Nina Salazar-Roberts a sign that Gina Porter and Richard Bowen are targets too? More news to follow, I’m Jennifer Jay with News 11.
Gina knows what everyone says about her. She’s heartless and unfeeling. Everyone hates her for doing her job so well, especially since the success of her book. Usually she has plenty of feelings, she just buries them deep enough to get the job done.
But right now, Gina feels nothing. Absolutely nothing. The sight of Nini’s bloodied and lifeless body is there every time she closes her eyes. Gina has seen plenty of dead bodies before, but something about Nini is different. She was just a kid trying to put her horror movie obsession to use, maybe even impress her crush in the process. And they’d been together just moments before her death. Gina feels an unshakable responsibility for what happened. It’s only been a couple hours and the shock hasn’t worn off one bit. She’s sitting on the steps of the campus police station, a bag of camera equipment on the pavement in front of her. Hours of questioning has only added to the numbness she’s feeling. It’s probably pretty late, and with a curfew in place, there isn’t much going on outside. Except for a small gathering of reporters waiting for someone to grab a blurb from.
“Miss Porter, hi! Jennifer Jay, local journalist.” A short blonde woman with over-plucked eyebrows stands in front of her with a pen and notepad like she’s in the 1950s or some shit.
“We met yesterday, I know who you are,” Gina deadpans.
“Right, I didn’t know if you’d remember me,” she laughs quietly. “I just want to compare some notes. Did the killer really gut the Salazar girl in broad daylight? Don’t you think that goes against the typical M.O. of these types of killers?”
Gina stares at the woman like she’s speaking a foreign language, which she might as well be. Is this how Gina sounded when she spoke of past victims so emotionlessly? “Look, I know you have some weird obsession with challenging me, or whatever. And you think I’m going to be nice to you because you blew smoke up my ass yesterday. But if you would kindly leave me the fuck alone right now, that’d be great.”
Jennifer nods quickly, eyes averting away from Gina. “Right. Inappropriate timing, I’m sorry.” She waves briefly before stalking off toward the group of reporters that are now making their way toward the parking lot.
Gina hears the door of the police station open and close behind her. She doesn’t care much about who it is until she hears a familiar shuffle on the stairs beside her. After just one interaction yesterday, she can tell it’s Ricky. His small but noticeable limp caught her attention during their spat. She had wanted to ask him how the pain is, or if the long plane ride was uncomfortable for him, but she obviously didn’t. Gina knows that showing him that she cares about him will only make him more upset.
Ricky glances her way as he walks past her, smiling sadly and silently communicating what they’re both feeling. Guilt over Nini’s death. He leaves it at that and continues walking toward campus. Gina takes a shot in the dark.
“I feel horrible, Ricky. Really fucking horrible.” Her voice cracks slightly. “I know I pretend not to give a shit, but I can’t do this anymore. I can’t watch good people die and pretend it’s not killing me inside.”
He stops where he is, just a couple yards away from her. Without turning around, he asks, “Is this just another brilliant Gina Porter performance?”
Gina stands up. “There are no cameras here! This isn’t about the story, Ricky. I just want to stop this asshole!” She knows she sounds desperate, but she doesn’t care anymore.
Ricky turns around, eyeing her curiously. Gina sees something in his eyes that she hasn’t seen in a very long time. Admiration? He all but whispers, “Me too.”
He steps closer to her hesitantly, stopping at the bottom of the steps and resting his hand on the railing. Ricky looks up at her, takes a deep breath and says the last thing Gina ever expected.
“So what do we do now?”
We.
Gina’s heart actually flutters in her chest and she walks down to the last step so she’s right in front of Ricky. “I have no idea. Nini was the horror movie expert, she had all the theories.”
He nods, smiling sadly again. “When I talked to her yesterday, she had a whole list of suspects. Classmates, professors. Even us.”
“Us?”
“What about Gina?”
“Gina?! No way.”
“Think about it. Best selling author kickstarts the plot of her next big hit. A big sequel to bump up her book sales.”
“No. Gina’s a lot of things, but she’s not a killer. Don’t be ridiculous.”
“She was covering her bases, we weren’t on the list by the end of our conversation.” Ricky shrugs, bending down to grab the equipment bag at their feet.
We.
“Did you get my name taken off the suspect list, Bowen?” Gina asks, mirroring his sad smile.
Ricky rolls his eyes, heat rising on his face. He breaks his gaze from hers bashfully, glancing at the huge bag draped over his shoulder. “God, what’s in this?”
“Camera equipment. My camera operator quit today after I inadvertently made his equipment van an active crime scene.” She gestures to the bag, “Now all I have is crowd footage from the… Oh my god!” A thought strikes her like lightning. She instinctively grabs Ricky’s arm. “The press conference.”
“What?” Ricky asks, staring down at her hand.
“If Nini and the cops are right, if the copycat is actually doing all this for the attention. Kickstarting the killings at a big event and then killing Nini, a survivor of the original killings in broad daylight… Don’t you think they’d want to enjoy the attention?”
Ricky nods along, wheels turning now. “If you have footage from the press conference yesterday, they’re probably there.”
“Enjoying the chaos.” Gina raises an eyebrow at Ricky, asking a silent question. Are we really doing this? Together?
“The AV building probably has some monitors for us to watch the footage on…” They lock eyes for a long moment.
“Let’s go.” Gina can’t help the smile that spreads across her lips as a flicker of hope gives her the push she needs to keep going.
That’s how they end up sneaking into an empty lecture hall late at night. Gina’s shocked at how easy it is to get in when there’s a serial killer on the loose, but she’s not complaining. And she can’t pretend it isn’t hot when Ricky picks the lock so easily. But after twenty minutes of hunching over a monitor down at the teacher’s desk, searching Carlos’ crowd footage, Gina starts losing hope that this is going to lead to anything.
It’s not helping that Ricky’s eyes haven’t left the large monitor they’re sitting in front of. Gina hasn’t seen Ricky in three years and sitting inches away from him, completely alone, is seriously distracting, even during a life-or-death situation. It’s pitiful. But Ricky won’t even spare her a glance. So she makes him.
“So why are you here, Ricky?” Gina asks, eyes glued to the screen nervously.
Ricky doesn’t let his gaze wander. “I came to see Maddox as soon as I heard about what happened. Her dad’s out of the country for business, so I’m all she’s got.”
“If her father wasn’t out of the country, hell, if he was on the first flight here after the premiere, would that have stopped you from coming?” Gina glances at the man sitting beside her, attempting to remain inconspicuous..
Ricky feels her eyes on him, refusing to let his eyes break away from the monitor. Even though he’s not processing anything in front of him right now.. “No.”
Against all logic, Gina laughs to herself. This gets Ricky’s attention, he turns to with his brow furrowed deeply.
“It’s just... I’ve spent two and a half years telling myself that you couldn’t possibly be as selfless and kind as I remembered. And you are.” Gina explains admirably.
Ricky feels heat rise to his face and he turns back to the monitor, as if he could ever focus on the faces in the crowd right now. “I know what you mean. I’ve spent two and a half years telling myself that you’re the second coming of Satan. And yet, here we are.”
“I’ve said sorry a hundred times. And I’ll say it as many times as it takes for you to stop hating me.” Gina’s not even trying to hide it anymore, she watches Ricky intently. She watches the focus on his eyes dwindle as they avert down to his hands. His long eyelashes flutter quickly as he processes her words.
“I don’t hate you, Gina. Against all logic, I stopped hating you a long time ago.” He still isn’t looking at her.
Gina clasps her hands in her lap to prevent herself from reaching out to touch him. “You had me fooled.”
Shaking his head, Ricky all but whispers, “The things I said yesterday… Seeing you again just stirred a lot of feelings up and I’m sorry.”
“I kind of deserved it.” Gina admits.
“I was rude. And I didn’t even mean most of it.”
“So, what did you mean?”
Ricky laughs humorlessly, picking at his thumbnail. “I did read your book. And I did want to stay out of your way.”
Finally, very slowly, Gina reaches over to touch his cheek. When he doesn’t shy away from her touch, but instead leans into it, she carefully turns his face toward her. When their eyes meet, Gina feels the floodgates open in her chest. Everything she’s buried deep inside of her for nearly three years lets loose inside of her. She doesn’t know where to start.
“And the calf implants are nice,” Ricky adds in a whisper, his voice so soft that she could melt.
Gina lets out a quiet laugh as she strokes her thumb across his cheek gently. His brown eyes look over her face with such care and she wishes she could read his mind. But she can’t, so she does the next best thing. She kisses him.
Their lips meet and Gina feels like she’s awake for the first time in two and half years. She holds his face in her hands carefully as his hands find their way to her waist. Ricky pulls Gina closer to him until she’s practically sitting on his lap. Ricky is grinning against her lips and she wants to tell him to stop smiling and kiss her, goddammit . But that would involve breaking away from him, and Gina doesn’t have the willpower for that. Instead she runs her fingers through his hair and silently celebrates when he stops smiling and deepens the kiss, leaning into her helplessly.
That’s when the lights go out.
Gina and Ricky break apart breathlessly, trying to see in the pitch black lecture hall. Gina turns back to Ricky, lit only by the pale monitor behind them. He shifts in his seat and whispers into her ear. “Stay here.”
“What?”
“The light switch is up by the door.”
“So is whoever hit the lights,” Gina mutters, standing up and reaching down into her boot to pull something out of it. “Get your phone out.”
Ricky stands up from the desk and follows orders, pulling out his cell phone and turning on the flashlight to examine the room. It’s hard to see much at the top of the huge lecture hall, rows and rows of empty stadium-like seats leading up to the only exits. When he turns back to Gina he sees the medium sized knife ready in her hand and raises an eyebrow.
“You think I’d show up to an active murder investigation unprepared?”
“Touché.” Ricky stands close to her with his stupid phone and suddenly feels very unprepared for what’s likely about to unfold. He steps in front of Gina and starts up the stairs.
Gina must read his mind because she points out that she should be leading since she’s the one with the knife, but Ricky shushes her and they head up the lecture hall stairs. When they get to the top row, Ricky shines his flashlight to a light switch right between a set of exit doors and the projection room. But just as Gina predicted, someone is waitin for them.
Someone in all black and a Ghostface mask jumps out from the projection room doorway and immediately slashes their knife forward at Ricky, who successfully steps out of harm's way. He grabs Gina’s hand in the process and they run through an aisle of seats to make it to the other exit. Ghostface follows them from an aisle below. But one moment of hesitation to make sure Gina gets out first does Ricky in. As Gina’s pulling him toward the door, Ghostface grabs the back of Ricky’s jacket and with all their might yanks him backwards. Ricky lets go of Gina’s hand as he stumbles over his own feet, falling backwards into Ghostface and sending them both tumbling down the stairs.
“Ricky!” Gina screams, searching the wall for a stupid light switch. When she finds it, the fluorescent lights flash on and she sees Ghostface running up the stairs towards her. And Ricky laying on the floor behind them, no apparent stab wound, but a small cut on his head that he must’ve gotten on the way down. He’s passed out cold.
Not this shit again.
When it occurs to Gina that Ghostface is choosing to run after her instead of attacking Ricky while he’s down, she runs out of the lecture hall like a bat out of hell, quickly searching for an open door. They’re all locked, until one isn’t. When she slips through the door as quietly as possible, she finds herself in some kind of audio recording classroom. There are soundproof pads all over the walls and loads of equipment. When she hears footsteps quickly approaching in the hallway she runs further into the room, choosing to hide in a connecting room that seemingly has a lock. And another door across the room. A possible exit.
She locks the door behind her and takes in her surroundings first. She’s in some kind of recording booth and she realizes how eerily silent it is. The wall beside her is made up of one huge window, seemingly soundproof because when she takes a peek she nearly screams at the Ghostface figure searching the other room for her. But she can’t hear a thing as they barge through anything in their way. Gina notices how desperate they seem to find her. So desperate that they left Ricky all but untouched back in the lecture hall.
God, Gina hopes he wakes up and gets the hell out of here and finds help. Gina holds her knife close to her chest as she eyes the door across the room. Her only way out.
She’s so set on her escape that she doesn’t notice Ricky entering the first room, joining Ghostface who’s now hiding behind a shelf of equipment. Ricky’s breath catches when he sees Gina through the huge glass window. “Gina!” He calls out, confused when she shows no sign of recognition. He glances at the table of sound equipment right beside most of the window. Just as he approaches the window to try and get her attention, Ghostface comes up from behind him, pushing him against the glass. He screams, banging against the window to no avail, Gina is creeping away toward a door across the room. “Gina, turn around!” Ricky screams, terrified that she’ll be next if she doesn’t know Ghostface is just a room away.
The first stab is always the worst. Ricky remembers that from last time. Nothing can prepare you for the horrible feeling of a knife in your back. And the immediate thought that you’re about to die doesn’t help. But it’s not like last time, he was alone last time. Now, he’s watching Gina attempt to pick the lock of a door, completely unaware that he’s about to die ten feet behind her. Ricky bangs helplessly on the glass as he feels the knife leave his back and re-enter again. Yup, the second stab isn’t much better, just less of a shock. He screams again and thrashes his arms wildly, connecting his elbow with Ghostface’s mask and Ricky is freed just enough to reach for the sound equipment to his right. He smashes as many buttons on the soundboard as possible and causes loud screeching feedback. Gina jumps, turning around and reacting immediately. The horror on her face breaks his heart as she runs to the glass. He yells, “Run! Gina, run!” hoping she can at least read his lips and get out of there. Instead, she screams back. And then, he feels a completely new sensation. A third stab.
Gina’s hands are pressed against the glass where Ricky’s hands are. That’s when the acceptance really hits him. He’s about to die . What’s that thing Nini said about sequels always having bigger and bloodier kills?
“Ricky, no!” Gina’s mouth forms the words as tears spill down her face, but he can’t hear her as he sinks down the window slowly. He feels Ghostface yank the knife from his back and whisper, “It’s been a pleasure.”
Ricky ignores him and uses the last of his energy to stay on his feet for as long as possible. He has to get one last look at Gina before he completely falls to the floor. When he finally gives in and falls, he closes his eyes. Ricky Bowen doesn’t want to die staring at the floor, no, he wants the last thing he ever sees to be Gina Porter’s face. Even if she was crying and screaming. At least he went out looking at the love of his life.
Gina doesn’t see it that way. There’s no silver lining to watching someone you love die, especially when they’re the last person who ever deserved it. And to have to leave him there like that, all alone. It’s the only thing she can think about all night. While Ghostface bangs against the door trying to break it down just to get to her, while she picks the lock and escapes out the back of the AV building. And when she runs into Maddox, who’s supposed to be at a safe house right now. When they come face to face with all three (yeah, fucking THREE) Ghostfaces and eventually come out on top. Through it all, she’s thinking about Ricky.
And five hours later, as the sun starts to peak out over Windsor College campus, Gina stands in the middle of the aftermath in silence. Cops are everywhere, ambulances line the streets outside the AV Building, and reporters herd at the barricades for the best shot of it all. Maddox has been carted away in an ambulance to deal with the stab wounds she acquired in the final fight. Gina can’t lie, Maddox did most of the work just like last time. But Gina took pleasure in shooting the asshole who flat out admitted to killing Ricky. Although she wishes she could’ve gotten her hands on Jennifer Jay. Jennifer fucking Jay. A local news anchor masterminding another Ghostface massacre all for the sake of catching a glimpse of fame the way Gina and Maddox had for the past three years. And she talked two stupid college kids into being her lackeys and getting all the real blood on their hands.
It leaves a bitter taste in Gina’s mouth, knowing some dumbass college student with a Tarantino obsession and a couple screws loose killed Ricky. And for no reason other than wanting the attention. Ricky’s life was worth nothing but five seconds of fame to these people. Killing that asshole herself didn’t make it hurt any less and she has no idea how she’s expected to live the rest of her life without Ricky Bowen.
“Gina!” Someone shouts over the crowd.
Gina turns around to see Carlos, her ex-camera guy running up to her with a camera and microphone in his hand.
“Carlos?”
“I heard what happened. It’s one thing to chase after deadly stories, but to actually step in to put a stop to it? I have to respect you, even if I think you’re insane.”
Gina’s ears are still field with the sound of her heart beating, but his words make their way through somehow. “Okay?”
“I figured the least I could do is come back and help you tell the story.” She’s never seen him so serious about his job before as he holds the mic out for Gina. She takes the microphone and simply stares down at it.
This isn’t about the story, Ricky. I just want to stop this asshole!
Ricky had looked so proud of Gina when she said that. It was the moment that gave her hope. Hope that he can actually forgive her. And he had. And then she lost him.
Just as Gina is about to hand the mic back to Carlos, she hears a commotion on the stairs behind her. And a booming voice yells, “We’ve got a live one here! Three stab wounds in the back, but he’s breathing!”
Gina turns around so fast that her braids whip around and smack her in the face. Three EMTs are rushing a gurney down the stairs and toward the herd of ambulances waiting in the parking lot. At the head of the gurney, she sees a mess of brown curls. “Oh my god.”
The microphone drops from her hands and Gina sprints up the stairs toward the gurney, pushing between the EMTs to get as close to those curls as possible. It’s him. It’s really him.
Ricky Bowen looks like absolute shit. His eyes are dazed and rolling back into his head ever so slightly, his face pale in the dim light of the early morning sunlight. Under the oxygen mask, Gina notices a small smile on his lips. “Gina.”
“Oh my god,” Gina says again, running alongside the fast moving gurney. “You’re alive!”
“Looks like some old scar tissue prevented any of these new stab wounds from being fatal. He’s lost a lot of blood, but he’s really lucky to be alive.” One of the EMTs explains as Gina grabs Ricky’s cold hand in hers.
“Are you okay?” Ricky chokes out inside the oxygen mask. He can barely keep his eyes open, but that doesn’t stop him from watching Gina.
Gina rolls her eyes and laughs quietly, wiping a tear off her face. Leave it to Ricky Bowen to ask her if she’s okay after he’s spent hours bleeding out on the floor in an abandoned building. “I’m fine. So is Maddox.”
Ricky squeezes her hand so weakly that the excitement of seeing him alive almost completely vanishes. As they approach the ambulance, Gina lets go to allow the EMTs to load Ricky into the back. But she doesn’t hesitate to jump in behind them, settling on the bench to Ricky’s side and taking his hand again.
“You’re here.” Ricky’s voice cracks, he sounds completely out of it. But the smile hiding underneath the oxygen mask chokes Gina up even more.
Gina leans forward to whisper, “I’m not going anywhere this time.” She strokes his hair gently, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead.
It’s being reported that the mastermind behind the recent killings at Windsor College was local news anchor, Jennifer Jay. With the help of two Windsor students, who’s identities have yet to go public, Jay killed seven people, including five Windsor students and two local police officers. Motive is still unknown, but three survivors are currently being rushed to Wellington Hospital with minor injuries. Those survivors? Maddox Riley, Ricky Bowen, and Gina Porter, three of the survivors of the Original Ghostface murders three years ago.
These three once again found themselves in the eye of the storm and somehow survived. Again. I’m guessing it’s only a matter of time until Gina Porter announces another tell-all novel exposing the details of this round of killings.