( DYING IS THE EASY PART
LIVING IS THE TRICK )

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"RICHIE!" BEATRIX LETS OUT A SIGH of relief as he answers the phone. They have been calling Tara, but it was no use. She wasn't answering. "Please-Please tell us that you're at the hospital."

"Hello, Beatrix, Samantha." Ghostface's voice rings through their ears, Beatrix's breath going short. "Richie can't come to the phone right now. He's finding out what happens to people who stick their noses in business that doesn't concern them."

"Please don't hurt him!" Sam pleads.

"Tell you what. You can choose." Ghostface tells her, the sound of Tara's screams in the background. "I'll only kill one."

"Tara!" Beatrix shouts, panic filling her body more than before.

"Who do you want to hear die?!"

"No! Leave her alone!" Beatrix screams, her hands tightly wrapped around the door handle.

"Please don't hurt them!" Sam adds, her eyes on the road in front of her.

"Really? You can't save your own sister?" Ghostface speaks again. "All you have to do is say, 'Kill Richie'."

"Fucking say it!" Beatrix tells Sam. The Macher girl didn't care once about Richie, Tara came first to her and if Sam couldn't save her, she would. "Just fucking kill him, Sam!"

"No!" The sound of Tara's screams echo through the phone again.

Beatrix passes Sam the phone, Stacey telling the Carpenter girl to keep them talking. They all run out the car, Dewey and Stacey right by the girls side as they run into the hospital, quickly rushing into the elevator, ignoring the eyes on them.

"Or say, 'Kill Tara. And I'll make sure to hit all the organs I missed last time. She won't make it out alive, you won't be able to save her this time, Beatrix."

"Leave her alone!" Beatrix pleads, Sam taking the phone off mute. "Please!"

Dewey takes out his gun, checking the ammo, Stacey doing the same, throwing her purse to the side. Beatrix continuously pressed the button to Tara's floor, over and over again, hoping it would somehow increase the speed of them getting to her floor faster.

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" Beatrix bangs against the elevator, Stacey and Dewey eyes the girl, revenge was written all over her. She wanted to get revenge for what happened to her, Tara...Wes.

"I'm begging you." Sam say's desperately. "Please don't hurt her."

"Last chance to save one." Ghostface speaks threateningly into the phone. "Choose!"

"Why are you doing this?!" Sam questions, getting closer to Tara's floor.

Stacey pulls Beatrix towards herself and Dewey. She cups the girls cheeks. "My sweet girl, you stay right behind us at all times. We protect you, remember?"

"But I have to help protect, Tara." Beatrix shakes her head. "I need to help her."

"We're going to do that." Stacey motions to herself, Dewey and Sam. "Just-Just promise me you will stay by us? That's all I ask of you, Bea."

"One more floor." Dewey mutters to Sam.

"Maybe you're right." Sam's voice comes out to sound like she's crying. "Or maybe I'm just stalling for time, fuckhead."

On cue, the elevator dings and the doors open. They stay in the elevator, allowing Dewey to first shoot at Ghostface, getting them away from Tara, who was on the floor crying.

All the bullets miss, allowing Ghostface to run off. The group of four, run out of the elevator, all rushing forward. Sam and Beatrix running towards Tara as Dewey and Stacey go after Richie.

"Tara." Beatrix checks over the hurt girl, most of her wounds now reopened and bleeding. She helps pick up the girl, Sam rushing to open the elevator doors, but they were quickly stopped when the sound of breaking glass makes an appearance.

They all turn to see Dewey thrown into the wall by Ghostface, trying to stab him. Stacey on the floor, gun in hand, putting her finger on the trigger before shooting Ghostface right in the shoulder.

Ghostface let's go of Dewey and turns to her mother. They tilt their head, staring down at her. Beatrix felt fear creep into her chest. Do not get involved. She told herself, her eyes going to a mirror on the wall, allowing her to see her hurt and destroyed reflection.

That's your mother. Help her! She's gonna die if you don't!

"Shut up." Beatrix mumbles shaking her head, looking away from the sight of her Uncle in the mirror on the wall, missing the way Tara and Sam stared at her in wonder.

Ghostface lunged at her mother, trying to stab her any place they could. She struggled and it was then, that Beatrix knew she couldn't just watch her fight for her life. She was going to listen to her Uncle.

She let go of Tara and ran over to Dewey helping him up. Dewey shakes his head looking at her. "Don't, I got—."

Beatrix had enough of listening and so, she turns around, running at Ghostface full speed. She tackles them to the ground, letting out a scream at the sharp pain that shot through her whole right arm.

Beatrix lets go, rolling over a couple of times. She had no time to recover before Ghostface now had her pinned to the floor, one of their hands on her stitched arm, tightly gripping on it to the point where her arm pulsed in their hand.

Beatrix struggled under their grip, she sent a kick up into their stomach, still no use due to the strength they had on their arms. Ghostface reached around for their knife, but they, them self let out a yelp when their hand was being crushed by Dewey's boot.

This was enough for Stacey to stab them in the shoulder with a piece of glass. Feeling their grip loosen, Beatrix sends her leg up into their bottom part, making them fall off her and onto the floor.

Dewey picked them up, throwing them into the shelf, the glass breaking even more than before. Stacey helps her daughter up, Dewey rushing to them, helping carry the weight of Beatrix.

"You okay, baby?" Stacey asks, her voice low as they rush into the elevator.

"Never better, momma." Beatrix gives her a weak smile as they fall into the elevator. Richie goes to close the elevator doors, but Dewey stops it with his hand, they look to him, seeing the realization on his face.

"What? What happened?" Stacey questions her brother like figure. "We need to go Dewey."

"The head." Dewey holds the doors open.

"What?"

"You have to shoot 'em in the head or they always come back." He explains, walking out the elevator, still looking at them.

"No! Uncle Dewey, come back!" Beatrix shouts at him weakly.

"Dewey." Sam stares at him, disbelief in her eyes. "Who gives a fuck?!"

He tilts his head. "I do."

"I'm going with you." Stacey gently places her daughter into Richie's arms. She turns to her daughter. "Stay-Stay with them, don't leave their side. We'll be right back. Take care of her, please."

"Of course." Sam says without a second thought.

"No! No! No!" Beatrix shakes her head, her body thrashing in Richie's arms, watching her mother exit the elevator with Dewey. Tears streamed down her face. "Let me go! Let me go! Mom, no please! Uncle Dewey, please! Please...you said to stay with you guys. Let me stay with you guys. I'm safer by you, remember."

"Right now..." Stacey presses the closed door button for the elevator's. It slowly does so. "It's better for you to stay with them. I love you, baby girl. If anything goes wrong, I want you to know that I love you with everything in me and I never meant for this to become your life. I'm sorry."

The doors shut.

"Mom! Mom! No!" Beatrix cries, banging on the elevator doors. She bangs and bangs in the door, ignoring the pain that ran through her body.

Tara looks up at Sam giving her look. Sam sighs, letting her sister go, allowing her to stumble over to her best friend. Tara takes her from Richie and pulls the girl into her arms. "She's-They're gonna be okay."

"You-You don't know that..." She felt in her heart that there was something wrong with him. With everything that was going down.

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"Ready?" Dewey asks Stacey, snapping her out of her thoughts as she turns around, looking away from the elevator.

"Mhm." Stacey hums.

"You should've went with Beatrix. She needs you." Dewey tells her as they start walking towards an unconscious Ghostface.

"Don't." Stacey shakes her head, holding her gun tightly.  "Don't make me regret coming with you, okay? She's okay. That's all that matters, plus, I wasn't going to leave you to do this on your own. I-I couldn't."

"If anything goes down..."

"We're gonna be fine." Stacey says sternly. "Now let's kill this son of a bitch."

Stacey walks ahead of Dewey, since she had the gun. She clocks the gun back, putting her finger on the trigger as they get closer to Ghostface. She aims the gun right at it's face and just before she goes to shoot, a cell phone rings.

"It's Beatrix..." Dewey mutters, looking down at his voice.

Stacey turns to him, reading her daughters name off the phone. "That's impossible...She left her phone in the car, they just left and—."

She's cut off by a loud scream escaping her lips. A sharp pain in her torso, her grip on the gun falters, causing it to fall out of her hand. She stares at Ghostface, they let out a laugh as they drag the knife that was in the bottom of her torso, all the way up to her chest.

Dewey couldn't move, at least not when he saw his little sister get stabbed. Now, he dropped down grabbing the gun, she had dropped before pointing it up and shooting at Ghostface. He got them right in their back, but that didn't stop them from dragging the knife back down, leaving it there before running off.

"It's an honor." They shout as they run.

Dewey shot at their leg successfully, before he got up, catching the Macher in his arms. He immediately felt tears brim at his eyes as he heard her struggle to breathe. He took off his jacket, covering her body, applying pressure, which only made her hurt and struggle more.

"Stace." Dewey eyes her, not knowing where to place her shakes hands. "You said nothing was going to happen!"

"T-T-Tell h-h-h-er." Stacey grunts out, chocking on her own blood. "I-I-I l-love you...b-both. Ta-ke care of-of her. She's g-g-gonna n-n-need you and-and-and C-C-Chad."

"No." Dewey shakes his head, sirens filling his ears. "You're gonna be just fine. You hear me?! Just fine! Stay awake."

"It's o-over." Stacey whispers, bringing her weak hand up to Dewey's cheek. "Ju-st, pro—mise....me."

"I don't need to promise you're going to be fine!" Dewey clutches onto her hand. Stacey stares into his eyes, her hand slowly falling off his face as she takes her last breath.

Her hand falls to her side, eyes fluttering closed and just like that Stacey Macher, his honorary little sister died before his eyes and he couldn't and didn't do anything about it.

"I promise." Dewey whimpers, holding her now dead and cold, limp body in his arms.