Scream 7 opening concept:
It's late, the scene is a police station. It's pretty empty except for a couple of old and crotchety desk jockeys. A handcuffed Tara is being walked into a cell. Her hands are cuffed in front of her and she's a little beat up, and scowling. The cop tells her that her sister is on her way, and not to look at him like that, if she didn't want to be here then she shouldn't have assaulted an officer. She slouches down on a bench with a huff, and the cop leaves. There's some drunk who flirts with her from the other side of the cell - what's a girl like you doing in a place like this, and other such things - he's handcuffed to a bench.
The lights go out.
The drunk makes some comment about it, but Tara's alert, it sets her anxiety off. One of the cops heads over to a breaker box and fixes the lights, mumbling about shitty funding. He goes back into the office to find his partner missing. He looks around a bit, calling for him, before finding him dead under a desk, he sees nobody else around. He runs to the cells to check they're still locked, and Ghostface appears behind him, stabbing him in the neck.
"Hello, Tara. What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"
Tara's eyes flick between the Ghostface and the drunk, who is visibly confused and upset about what is happening.
Meanwhile, Sam, irritated, walks into the police station and finds the receptionist is conked out at her computer. She puts a hand on her shoulder after she doesn't respond, and she rolls over dead.
Back to the cells, Ghostface bends down to take the cell keys from the cops body and begins to unlock the cell. Tara has stood up and backed away as far as she can. She eyes the door as Ghostface walks in, wondering if she can get past them. She tries, and fails. Ghostface slams her head into the bars, dazing her. "This isn't the place for you Tara, but I know where you belong." The Ghostface grabs her, one hand on her shoulder, the other grabs her by the hair, and marches her out of the cell and back into the office room.
They find Sam holding a gun in their direction, she took it from one of the dead cops.
"Tara, you ok?"
"Well, I haven't been stabbed yet, so pretty good I guess."
"Great, now fucking let go of my sister. This won't end well for you."
Ghostface releases Tara's shoulder to hold a knife to her throat instead. "Are you going to shoot me Samantha? Have you been practising your aim?" Ghostface moves Tara more in front of them, using her as a shield. "I hope so, you wouldn't want to accidentally hit Tara now, would you?"
Sam falters, the gun lowering slightly. Tara tries to struggle, but the grip on her hair is strong and they press the knife harder to her neck. "Ah ah, behave."
Ghostface starts to move forward, Sam stepping back. They pivot around the room, until their positions have been reversed. Ghostface goes to step out the room when a shot rings out and the knife goes flying. Ghostface's been shot from behind, it's Kirby.
The shock has them loosening their hold on Tara, and she throws herself forward at her sister, who grabs her and lifts the gun up again. Sam presses Tara's head against her and covers her free ear with her hand before taking a couple shots at Ghostface, while Kirby does the same from behind.
Ghostface dies, and when they unmask them... they have no idea who this person is... or what they wanted. Well, they search him and find several photographs of Tara. Guess they do know what he wanted afterall.
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something that has happened to me quite a bit in my life is just like. this gender based alienation. Almost no matter who I am with I feel out of place. like one of my most formative college memories was being at a small party as a frosh and all the girls went to the kitchen to like, talk about aging and their relationship with their bodies and hooking up and all the boys went into the foyer to smoke weed and i was just sitting in this living room by myself. it doesn't happen as much online but i did have a moment the other day where i was like. i truly cannot relate or understand a single part of what some women/wlw were talking about and i was like in my head. I guess I'm a part of this community too but like. None of this is remotely like anything I feel or am concerned about or maybe ever will (I mean not their fault I just had this moment of alienation I was like. Oh. I thought we were. More the same maybe. It was strange for me to feel like that online too.). and then my coworker-i-hate (girl) was making fun of me because i don't know anything about makeup but whenever im with my coworker-I-like (boy) i also just feel out of place. I don't feel like I'm THAT insecure about myself as a person it's just annoying. Also annoying when randos who come into work r like "oh I thought this was the women's bathroom" if they see me like. FUCK you. Just. I miss having nb/trans roommates it's just like living with them was so nice. it was like. we could all just be. without feeling like there's always these heavy gender-based expectations :( okay we're not going to examine this further cuz like YES I've felt like this since I was like 14 it's just too much to do anything about. I like being a lesbian. I just miss my friends that let me feel like me :(
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