The more i debated about it, the less of a good idea it seemed now that i know he was watching me. Killing them might have to wait until he's dealt with. Would i even be able to take out the Ghostface? He's been terrorizing this town for months. No one knows who he is.

Where would i start, in killing him? Draw him out and get him then? No, he'd be ready for something like that. I sighed. This just got messy.

I puffed out a long breath, and twisted my legs to turn the swiveling office chair in my home office, staring at the floor. The phone ringing knocked me from my trance, and i picked it up.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Heyyyy...it's me." My sister's voice drifted from the other end of the line. I went to put the phone back in the receiver as she practically yelled,

"Don't hang up! I need to talk to you."

I scoffed,

"About what? The fact that i caught you in my bed with my boyfriend?" I spat at her, practically seething with rage all over again. She went dead quiet on the other end for a few agonizing moments before she said,

"I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. But in reality, you guys weren't doing so good anyways, so does it really matter?" She asked so innocently, it almost floored me how calm and innocent she was about the whole thing. I blinked and gritted my teeth.

"How can you say that? I'm sorry and it doesn't matter in the same sentence?" I shook my head. I'll never understand manipulation like this. It's too blatant and intellectually insulting.

"I just don't understand why you're so upset. You guys weren't gonna last anyways." I could practically hear the eye roll. I held back a groan and slammed the phone into the reciever, ending the call.

I can't wait to kill her.

I have to wait to kill her.

I can't wait to kill her.

I could still go on that run with her. I could just join her without saying anything. We have a reason to rekindle, but I'll have to look at the trail first.

I lurched up from my spot and stormed towards the closet, yanking the door open and pulling my trusty tool bag from the back, slinging it over my shoulder. I kicked the door closed behind me as i headed to the garage, determined. There was going to be blood tonight, and it doesn't matter whose.

I yanked my keys off their place hook on the wall and stormed outside to my car. I threw the bag into the backseat haphazardly and slid inside to start the great old rust-bucket.

I reversed out of the garage a little too quick, the car threatening to spin off the road into the ditch across the street. I fumbled with the stick and shoved it into drive, taking off with a screech.

I need to go to my sister's favorite park.

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"Well she's off in a hurry." He said to himself, peering through his binoculars to watch her. He saw the way she peeled out of the garage. He started the engine of his own car and followed her. They drove for a while till she stopped at a park, and got out. She slammed the door shut, taking to the back seat to rummage around in a bag. He saw the glint of a familiar object in her hand, a knife.

"What is she doing?" He mumbled to himself, concern dripping into every syllable. He slipped his mask under his shirt in case he needed it. He stepped out of his car and closed it quietly, following along behind her at a distance. She seemed to be surveying the area, looking at the top of lightpoles, studying the trail. He was excited to see her plan.

He followed in the brushes, watching from the cover of the shadows and trees. He kept a close eye on another man following her as well. She was aware of his presence, as well.

He sat back and waited as he jogged up to her, and grabbed her shoulder to turn her around. He had some dumb alpha-male grin on his face, and he could hear him hitting on her. Flirting with his woman. He watched as the idiot flung his arm over her shoulder.

He made a mental note to cut that arm off later.

He pulled the mask from under his shirt and slipped it on, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

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When i got to the park it was relatively empty. Aside from a few scattered joggers and bro-dudes, today was a good day to plan a murder. I briskly walked through the park along the trail, eyeing the light poles and counting cameras.

2 in the entire park.

"Hmmm..." i thought to myself, spotting a third, broken camera that faced the brushes and trees just along the trail that went over the edge of the canyon..perfect.

"Hey, pretty lady!" I felt the hard clamp of an unwanted hand on my shoulder, and it turned me around to face the owner. Some tan frat boy type. He looked like he belonged on spring break in Miami or LA or something, with cargo shorts and flip flops, obnoxious looking sunglasses and a muscle shirt. I sighed, already annoyed before providing any kind of response.

"I'm sorry, are you looking for someone else?" I asked, trying to avoid the obvious, and very much lacking, attempt to flirt.

"I was actually, i was looking for you." He said in a low, fake tone. I gritted my teeth as he slung an arm over my shoulder, nearly knocking my balance off and throwing us into the canyon side of the trail, i planted my feet and scanned the area, no one was around. No cameras. I pretended to make an attempt to catch him, while I actually brought out my knife and planted it deep into his back, he let out a gasp and a low gurgle as the knife pierced his lung.

"I don't handle being annoyed very well." I said plainly, watching the light leave his eyes. He let out a low exhale as I sent his body weight careening over the edge of the canyon, and let him fall. His body flew limply through the air to the forested ground below.

They wont find him for a while.

I jumped when i heard rustling behind me, gripping the now bloodied knife and turning around to face the white mask of Ghostface.

He started clapping, a real, fervent clap.

"That was magnificent!" He cheered, holding up a camera out of his jacket. He snapped a picture of me and looked at the tiny screen on the back, i could practically feel the pure, delighted grin. He looked from the camera back to me and i sighed.

"Well great, now you have that. So what, you gonna blackmail me?" I asked, drawing a hankerchief from my pocket to clean the blade off.

"What? Oh no, doll, i would never. This is for me." He said, clutching at the camera to his heart.

"For you?" I sighed, done already.

"My dear, come with me, it's not safe for you out here." He said, "I'll explain why i took a picture if you come with me." He held out a hand for me to take, and i stared at it for a moment.

I took it reluctantly, but the moment my fingers met his, he jerked my hand down to pull me into him, wrapping his other arm around my waist. He leaned in close to my ear,

"That was a beautiful, quick display of violence. Almost like you were practicing for a plan you seem to be forming." He whispered, taking a few steps back and dragging me with him, coaxing me to do some little twirl maneuver, as if we were dancing. I felt my heart rate pick up as he pulled me in close again, and he tenderly held the hand he had cut up last night in his gloved hands.

"I know the signs when one is on the prowl, you weren't looking to kill that boy, but he was an opportunity to practice, wasn't he?" He asked, slowly dancing us into the treeline he emerged from, to hide from sight.

I gave in in my heart before i decided to in my mind, the Ghostface was a very skilled and experienced killer, perhaps i could learn a thing or two.

"Alright, I'll tell you. Maybe you can even help me."

"It would be my pleasure, doll. What it is?" He asked, guiding her through a gentle waltz with him to distract her from the fact that he was guiding her towards his car.

"I'm trying to kill my sister." I blurted out, not really considering the consequences of what trouble this may lead to, but he looked taken aback, suprised. He stopped our dance, and stared at me for a moment.

"Ambitious. What for?" He asked, slowly spinning me again.

"Well, she slept with my now ex-boyfriend/fiancée and they're both dirty pieces of shit, i want them dead." I felt the rage boil in my chest as he drew my body back to his, looping his arm around my waist again.

"Hmm...that does sound like fun." He said, debating as we approached his car, which I hadn't noticed appear earlier.

"I'll help you dollface, but I'm gonna want something in return." He said, laughing darkly to himself.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Oh, you'll see. Now, are you coming with me?" He asked, gesturing to his car. I turned, looking at the black vehicle.

"Yeah. Let's go."