( VENGEANCE IS MINE;
I WILL REPAY. )

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BEATRIX HELD HER PHONE TO her ear as she paced back and forth in her room. Her face was pale to a point where she looked dead, but there was a heated and fierceful look in her eyes.

Revenge.

She was going to take the life of the person that took her own mothers life away from hers. It wasn't fair that they got to live and her mother wasn't there no longer to protect, to hold her...to love her.

Beatrix snapped out of her thoughts, when her phone starts to ring. She wipes the stray tear that was rolling down her her cheek, before she moved to answer the phone. Tara.

Beatrix let out a low gasp, she moves her thumb over the answer button and leaves it there for a few seconds, hesitating before she answers. "Tara? Is-Is everything okay?"

"Yeah." Sam responds, looking to Tara who was digging through a bag of hers. "It's Sam, Beatrix."

"Sam." Beatrix repeats, her heartbeat going faster than ever before. It was just then that Beatrix realized she was related to the Carpenter girl. That-That was her sister. Did her mom know that the whole time? Did Billy even truly love her mother like Dewey claimed he did?

"Look, um, I'm so sorry about your mother and um, me, Tara and Richie are leaving town." Sam starts, not noticing the looks she got from Richie and Tara soon after. "I was wondering if you wanted to join us. I know Dewey is—."

"Ask her if she's seen my inhaler! I can't find it!" Beatrix could hear Tara start to panic. Beatrix didn't care about going anywhere, she wouldn't and she couldn't, not when there was still unfinished business and with that a plan came to mind.

"Do you have—?"

"Yes." Beatrix answers immediately. "I have an inhaler for her. I always do. You guys, all three of you, can meet me at the Macher household. I'll be there."

"Why-Why are you going to be there, Beatrix? It isn't safe and—."

"I'm just trying to feel closer to my mom, okay!" Beatrix exclaims, the half lie flowing out her mouth. "Just...I'll be there. Please, just meet me there, okay?"

Sam takes in a breath, looking to Richie who gives her a short nod, no hesitation to it. "Fine. We'll be there soon. Beatrix, be careful...please."

"It's hard being careful when you have a killer after you." Beatrix responds before she hangs up.

It was in motion. She found a way to lure Richie to the place it all started at, the place where the original killings happened. Her mother and uncle's childhood home. Where her father was killed...The Macher home.

He wanted to ruin her life and take the only parent she had left, well he was going to find out that there was a price to pay and he would be the next one dead...no matter the cost.

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There's no saying what a person that was blinded by anger and vengeance would do. They gain a new found strength and courage. They are so blinded by revenge that they'd they go to extreme and unpredictable lengths, just to bring their selves peace.

Beatrix Marie Macher was a piece in Richie and his partner's game, and boy, were they about to be surprised when she decided to play the game back. Beatrix never thought she could kill anybody. She simply didn't have it in her, but when her mother died, so did that thought.

With enough motive you can kill anyone.

Beatrix has gone through two stages of grief so far. Denial and anger. Now, she was going through one more, and if it wasn't clear it's revenge. She had to kill the person to kill her mother in order to accept it and move on, because as of right now, her mother wasn't at peace yet, at least that's what she told herself, but that only added to the driving feeling of wanting to end Richie's life.

She was going to give Richie a taste of his own medicine and whoever was with him, will suffer too. They deserve it for ruining her life.

Beatrix takes in a breath as she stares up at the Macher house, gun tucked into the side of her pants, the lights on in each window, it looks exactly like the way she saw it in the pictures. Her mother took care of the house and even loaned it to Amber's parents.

Beatrix called the girl, asking for her help, simply telling her to throw a party as a distraction, so that why she'd be able get Richie alone and nobody could hear the way he screamed as she gutted him and Amber would also be distracted. It was a good plan in her head.

Beatrix walks into the Macher house, loud heart thumping music fills her ears as she enters, she held her phone in her hand as she waited for a call or text from Tara, once she was here and Amber was distracted, she'd be good to go.

"Beatrix!" Mindy's familiar voice calls to her as soon as she walks into the kitchen of the Macher home. "You're here. Should-Should you be here?"

"Why shouldn't I be?" Beatrix asks in a monotone, grabbing a cup, filing it up with beer. She had to have as little interaction as possible.

"Your-Your mom just died, that's why!" Mindy exclaims, watching her chug down a cup of beer.

"And what better way to honor her than to come back to where it all started." Beatrix gives her a sarcastic smile before walking off towards the living room area.

"No." Mindy rushes in front of her, stopping her from entering into the next room. "You can't go in there."

"Mindy, get out of my way, please." Beatrix goes to push past her, but Mindy steps in her way again.

"I'm really trying to help you out here, B." Mindy sighs, holding her arms out so Beatrix couldn't cross. "You can't go in there."

"This is technically my house and I..." Beatrix pushes Mindy back into the living room. "Can go anywhere I want, stop trying to stop me."

Mindy doesn't say anything, only watching as Beatrix's eyes roam around the room, trying to find the reason she stopped her and it didn't take long to figure it out. She felt her heart drop as she saw the sight of Chad and Liv on the couch, the girl on top of him as they make out.

The cup in Beatrix's hand falls, her eyes not leaving the sight of the two teenagers. She opens her mouth to speak, her tone barely above a whisper. "Chad..."

At the sound of the soft voice Chad never reacted faster. He quickly detaches his lips from Liv's and looks over at the girl, the hurt in her eyes hurting him. He moves Liv off him as he stands.

"Trixie." Chad says, his voice low. He goes to walk towards her, but the girl takes a step back.

"Don't come near me." Beatrix shakes her head.

"Beatrix, I'm so sorry—."

"Stop." Beatrix cuts Liv off. "He's what you wanted all this time and-and now you have him. You aren't sorry, not one bit."

"Beatrix, it's not like that—." Chad tries, he goes to go towards Beatrix again, but the girl rushes away not sparring anyone a look as she leaves the room.

"Fuck." Chad curses, he goes to go after her, but Mindy holds him back.

"Let her go." Mindy tells him. "She doesn't need you hurting her anymore than she is already."

"I didn't mean to—."

"Let her be."

If Beatrix wasn't angry before, she definitely is now. All she saw was red and it wasn't going to be a pretty night.

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"Thanks for coming, but the party's over!" Beatrix hears Amber scream. It was go time. She rushes down the stairs as people start leaving the house.

"Amber, take Tara to get her inhaler, it's in my bag in your parent's room." Beatrix instructs her. The girl nods, having the girl follow her, Sam right behind them, but not before sparing Beatrix a look.

"Richie." Beatrix gives him a nod as she walks into the kitchen, and goes towards the fridge, digging through it.

"Any beer?" The man asks from behind her.

Beatrix digs further before she stands and shakes her head. "Nope, but I think there's beer down in the basement if I'm not mistaken. If you want, you can go down and get some."

"You coming with me? I'm not going alone." Richie let's out a chuckle.

"Smart guy." Beatrix falsely grins at him as she walks towards the basement, holding the door open for him. "After you, sir."

Richie keeps his eyes on her as he walk into the basement. Beatrix, makes eye contact with Mindy who shakes her head. Beatrix looks away as she follows Richie, walking down the stairs, leaving the door slightly open.

Beatrix wastes no time in acting, when Richie gets about halfway down the stairs, Beatrix's hands shoot out in front of her, making him fall down the stairs. She takes out her gun and points it at Richie.

"Woah!" Richie clutches onto his head as he slowly stands. "What the fuck is wrong with you! What are you doing?"

"Don't fucking play innocent!" Beatrix shouts, tightening her grip on the gun. "Your time is up, fucker! Your secret is out! I know who you fucking are Ghostface!"

"I-I have no idea what you're talking about!" Richie continues to fake panic. "You're going crazy! I'm not him! You need to believe me, okay?!"

"I'm not fucking stupid!" Beatrix moves closer to him, gun pointing right at the chest. "All the signs were there! You're Ghostface! Admit it! Admit you helped in setting up the kill on my mother!"

Richie's scared look, slowly turns into a wide sickening smirk, that brought a feeling of disgust in Beatrix's stomach. He tilts his head at her. "And what are you going to do kill me?"

"Torture you first, make you suffer and then kill you." Beatrix puts her finger on the trigger. "But maybe I could do that as you're dying."

"If you kill me, you won't find Chad on time before he bleeds out and fucking dies."