A ghost of a chance

Chapter 3

A/n I'm very proud of this chapter I really like how it turned out
Word count: 1003
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March 2nd, 2000
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the California Supreme Court San Francisco California
Today we are here for the final trial of Roman Bridger convicted for the murders of Christine
Hamilton -Cotton Weary - Sarah Darling -Steven Stone - Tom Prinze - Angelina Tyler Tyson FoX
Jennifer Jolie John Milton. The attempt of murder of Sydney Prescott- Dwight Riley- gale
Weathers- Mark Kinkaid- y/n y/l/n the judge read aloud to the courtroom.

You looked over to Sydney
who was seated next to you She looked nervous You put hand over hers. She looked over at you
and I gave a reassuring smile but you could tell she didn't really believe herself. The judge spoke up again "and the final decision for the case of
roman bridger is he is insane and should not be in reach of the public he will immediately be put
into California Department of State Hospitals- Atascadero"

voices uproared through the crowd
shock ran through your veins how could a jury look at the evidence and not send him to jail but to a
mental hospital where he'll be fed with food he doesn't deserve, he deserves to rot in
a cell for the rest of his life. of course, you had stated that he should not be killed but be put in
prison for the rest of his life while he was a terrible person you beloved death would be an easy way out he deserved to rot. this is not what you wanted not what anyone wanted. Dewey stood up and yelled "this is bullshit he killed them and knew what he was doing"

Dewey sounded extremely mad you couldn't blame him "Mr. Riley if you do not calm down I will have you removed" Sydney stood up Dewey "just leave it for now alright we can jus-"

the rest of her words did not reach your ears as your eyes met with his he was at the
other table staring directly at you with a cocky smile resting on his face he lifted one of his cuffed
hands as much as he could and waved you wanted to smack the cocky grin off his face but you
stayed seated you stayed there for your friends

October 15, 2002
Motel 6
Your eyes shot open You quickly looked at the clock and saw 3:46 A.M. You hesitated a moment before slipping on a pair of slippers and grabbing your taser probably not the best idea to go on a night
walk with a killer running around but it was the only way to clear your head.

Right before you went to the door You realized You forgot your phone quickiy grabbing it you saw a small path to go on so decided it was close enough toy he hotel, with that You had wallked for about 5 minutes the loud thoughts and regret were beging to subdue all you could think about it now the was man you had seen at saw the gas station it couldn't be him you knew it couldn't. They would have to notify Sydney and she would tell me.. right? we trust each other? Of course you guys trust each other you had no right to question that.

You were still lost in thought before your phone rang breaking your train of thought my attention and that's about when you realized this was the dumbest fucking idea ever.

I mean cmon going on walking at alone
randy is rolling ing his grave right about now. You could feel your heart beating quick not knowing what to do what if the killer was waiting on the past to calm down it might not even be the killer with a sigh you pressed answer "hello y/n"

fuck fuck stop cussing jeez your fine. "Y/n? This isn't y/n I think you have the wrong number sorry pal."
that was a dumb plan "tsk is that so l think you lied because im looking right at you ohh and your cute green sweats and that white tank top"

suddenly feeling exposed feeling You wrapped your arms around yourself "your a lot of talk aren't you? you've done quite the show but ive never seen you yet you want to know what I think I think your scared thats why your hiding somewhere like a little bitch " you spat words full of venom

There was a chuckle on the other line it sent shivers up your spine"oh I'm a lot closer than you think" before you could comprehend anything You were being thrown to the ground by a large amount of weight fuck!"
he quickly was on top of you. You could see the shine of his knife you desperately reached for the taser he
grabbed your hair and slammed your head into a rock you saw your taser on the ground out of reach

everything felt slow as he trailed the knife up you neck than to your face he made a small line cut below your eye to right above your cheek what ever injury had clouded your mind you quickly snapped out of the dizzy haze you had been in your hands reached behind
trying to grasps anything than You finally grabbed bottle slammed it on his head pushing him off you stumbled
up he grabbed your leg and pulled me down You kicked his face "somone help!" You yelled as you ran as fast as I could my head was

Finally making it to the parking lot You
couldn't hear him anymore and you kept looking back until You ran into someone the only thing You got a glimpse of was a pair blue eyes that screamed danger "No!"you yelled You then tried to push him try being the key word. but he grabbed your waist and started pulling "let me go!!"You yelled your screams cut through the calm night air another voice was heard "Stu what the fuck man someone's going to hear"
You a could here more whispers as a van door opend a figure a lanky figure came out than 2 more You
could feel yourself crying "crap sorry she wont stop fighting" you was able to land a blow into his
stomach he let out an "oomph"

You made it about 3 steps before you fell to the floor and black dots danced in your vision before you could try to get up someone bridal scooped you up gentle green eyes stared down at you, you knew exactly who it was you words were tired and pushed as your body began to shut down "no le-let me go" he sighed as he made his way to the van "no can do" I barely could believe it they were out and right here the last thing remembered before it went black was

Roman Bridger was carrying me to a van