Scream For Me!!!

Contrary to the simplistic narratives that often circulate about a challenging childhood, Sam's past was not just a tale but a testament to her resilience. It was a profound reservoir of experiences that shaped her present, a journey of triumph over pain, discomfort, and suffocation. Her resilience, a beacon of hope in the darkest of times, is a source of inspiration for many and a testament to the human spirit's ability to overcome even the most harrowing circumstances.

It was a late Saturday evening, just about 11 p.m., when a cool autumn rain gently poured from the blackened heavens. The rain, like a cleansing force, attempted to wash away the toxicity that others whispered about the recent series of murders and their connection to Sidney Prescott's troubled past. The night was heavy with the weight of the past, a burden that Sidney carried with her, and the rain was a poignant backdrop to the drama unfolding.

Since that night, when she finally stopped the deadly serial killer, Ghostface, a new pot of strong black coffee began its new cycle. But the victory was bittersweet, as conflict gripped Sidney's heart. She found herself not in the result of her own survival, but in the fact that she allowed herself to fall for pleasure with the very monster that sought to kill her, a monster who had once been a close friend and confidant. Her emotional struggles, a tangled web of conflicting feelings, are a testament to the human heart's capacity for both love and pain. 

Ashamed of herself and with the legions of rumors spawning throughout the community, Sidney left Woodsboro behind and hid within the cold, busy streets of New York City. Embracing the city's chilling autumn air as she stood out on her apartment's small balcony, Sam pulled a long hit off her twelfth cigarette for the hour. Gazing out over the luxurious beauty of the city, Sidney inhaled a strong pull, allowing the smoke to travel deeply into her lungs and exhaled with a heavy sigh through her soft lips as she embraced the night's chilled silence for a moment.

Blasting out the night's aura with an obnoxious song, the bedroom's phone sprang to life, calling out to Sam's fragile state of being. Flicking her cigarette over the side and exhaling in annoyance, Sidney moved back inside, shutting the slider down with force. Resting her light purple lighter on the nightstand, she looked down at the phone with disgust in her heart. 

Since Sidney left Woodsboro behind, her dear friend, Dewey, has been trying to reconnect with her over the last few months. Sadly, Sidney refused to open herself up to anyone again. As she gently lifted the phone from its cradle, Sidney's emotional state was fragile. Her heart raced, her hands trembled, and tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She was frozen for several seconds as her friend's faint voice pleaded for her to listen, a poignant reminder of the emotional turmoil she was in.

" Piss off, Dewey..." Sidney whispers as she slams down the phone.

Feeling a slight chill, Sidney threw on a pale crimson hoodie, zipping it up to her chest. Tying her soft jet-black hair in a ponytail as she slipped on a pair of slippers, Sidney went into the kitchen to fix herself a new cup of coffee.

Several more minutes passed as Sidney stood in silence, locking eyes with her dim reflection through the window. Shame and self-hatred pooled into her heart as the image of the man whom she foolishly believed to be a safe choice as her first. How wrong she was. Reaching up at the pale white cabinet filled with nothing different from anyone else's storage space, Sidney took hold of a small, open, half-filled bottle of anti-depression. Dropping two caplets into her mouth, Sidney takes another large consumption of coffee and swallows. Feeling a bothersome itch along the scars that stain the left side of her pretty face, Sidney finishes the last of her coffee refills and goes into the living room.

Collapsing her person upon a grey, thin rectangle couch, Sidney switches on the TV with disinterested eyes as she mindlessly scrolls through the universe of channels and their meaningless content. All the while, a dark desire was spawned from within. Still trying to conceal this rage, an irresistible sleep whispers into Sidney's ears. Sadly, for what seems like a painful eternity, no peaceful rest was granted; the only expression Sidney received was a rageful hate.

" I hope you burn in Hell, Billy!!!" The strong desires groaned from Sidney's lips.

Turning her sights away from the TV's hollow distractions, a strange wooden box resting alone on the square glass coffee table caught Sidney's attention. Rising up from her depressed position, Sidney reached over and took hold of this mysterious box. The puzzle box, a mysterious cube, seemed to hold secrets within its intricate design. Studying the three-dimensional puzzle with curiosity in her heart, Sidney was surprised to find a brilliantly polished surface on the box, a stark contrast to the box's antique appearance. Charmed by the mystic framework of forbidden gold and seemingly lifeless wood, Sidney fell back onto the couch like a naive child on Christmas morning, her curiosity piqued by the box's mysterious allure.

" Where did you come from?" She asked the puzzle box with curious playfulness. 

Guided by a faraway chorus of bells, Sidney ignored her better nature. A false relief from her inner hatred faded as she willingly began to play with the puzzle box's riddle-based construction. Painfully slow as it was comforting, hours were consumed by the forever hungry jaws, resulting in little to no progress in Sidney's curiosity. Ironically, now gripped by an untamed desire for the hidden secrets of the mysterious puzzle box, sleep's toxication wasn't welcome; however, unbeknownst to Miss Prescott, a typical slumber wasn't what was calling out to her.

Wisely concealed away from Heaven's divine eyes, and self-proclaimed to be neither angel nor demon, there are those explorers from the furthest reaches of experience who come to offer troubled souls like Sidney Prescott a chance at forbidden evolution...

Welcome to the first part of my crossover between the twisted macabre of Clive Barker's Hellraiser and the operatic slasher from Scream titled Scream For Me!!!

Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of Hellraiser, Scream, or these characters; this is for fans' entertainment only. All rights to Hellraiser belong to Clive Barker, while the rights to Scream belong to Spyglass Media Group, respectively.