BLEED WITH ME [ETHAN LANDRY]

TWENTY ONE - "Welcome to Act 3, Quinn!"

TWENTY ONE - "WELCOME TO ACT 3, QUINN!"

Lyds Altieri sat alone in the front of the car, steadfast and utterly bloodied, wondering how the last 24 hours had escaped her so quickly. Her body was covered in battle wounds; flesh missing having been stolen from her skin, stab wounds, and even a broken nose. The girl had become all she'd never wanted to be, never her family, only ever the one she found, but instead she sat alone, having finally become what she'd most feared she would; an Altieri.

She'd never looked more like her uncle.

The blonde felt the engine purr to life and felt a person's presence beside her. She didn't question it, knowing exactly who it was, instead she turned onto her side, away from them, and lay her head upon her arm, tracing shapes in the condensation of the window.

C. M. S. T. K.

How had it all turned to shit so quickly? They were gone. They were all gone. And she was never going to get them back.

"Try to sleep." The person spoke, halting her hand. "I don't know how long we'll be driving for."

"Okay." She answered, wiping the water away.

And the living dead girl soon drifted off in her own embrace, dreaming about the horror she'd created.

***

"Oh Quinn!"

A screech filled the air, dragging, as Ethan's blade dug into the wallpaper, meeting the plaster beneath. Lyds stood at the helm of it, it's cursed handle grasped in her palm as she made her way through the entry point of hell.

This was finally it, her first kill as the niece of Ghostface. How full circle.

"Over here!"

The theatre was alight with screams and noise and Lydia's eyes aimed upon the killer before she'd even had the chance to hear her call. She knew she had to make quick work of the girl's death, before Chad or Ethan woke up again, or worse, died. Bailey could wait, he was Sam's after all. But Quinn was hers and hers alone.

She'd stabbed her, betrayed her, outed her, stabbed Mindy, faked killing Ethan. Quinn had committed an abundance of wrongs in a world of them, and Lyds was about to right them all.

You can do this.

She watched from a far as the Ghostface's head spun in her direction, hearing the piercing scream of the blade against the wall as Lyds dragged it to a stop.