pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: everything must come to an end

warnings: descriptions of violence, murder, gore, blood (lots of it), multiple character deaths, knives, guns, swearing, scream vi spoilers, bad writing

words: 4582

a/n: this is the final part for 'new york, new rules'. I hope you like this as much as I have enjoyed writing it :)

007. XIII - crazy lixx
'time to die!'

Standing with your feet rooted to the floor, you watched as Sidney made herself known to everyone in the room.

"I had a feeling you could use my help." Sidney said, walking over to you, ignoring everyone else.

"You can't be here-"

"You just won't die, will you!?" Jill yelled, cutting you off.

"I could say the same about you." Sidney rebutted, turning to the younger woman.

"Well, shit." Bailey chuckled looking between you and Sidney. "Look who decided to show up."

"Look," Sidney sighed, clearly tired after doing this multiple times before, "I don't know who the fuck you are and nor do I care, so why dont you just leave us be."

"Oh, you know I can't do that." Bailey tutted, shaking his head.

"You'll slip." Sidney shrugged, looking back at Jill. "They always do."

"You just got lucky." Jill snapped and at the same time Ethan lurched forward, his knife stabbing Sam just above her collar bone.

Tara took a hold on Sam's hand, pulling her sister away from Ethan. The boy held a large smile on his face as he followed after the two.

"Now, it wasn't until I saw the photograph of what you'd done to him that I knew you had to fucking die!" Bailey shouted out from the top of his lungs, watching as Ethan and Quinn surrounded Tara and Sam.

Ethan felt his blood pump faster as Sam and Tara swung their bricks over at him whenever he got too close. Intense thrill coursed through his veins as he playfully swung the knife over at them, purposely missing every single time.

"You had to be punished, along with anyone else who stands in our way." Bailey's loud voice continued to echo throughout the theatre, a scowl on his face as he glared at the two.

Sam's eyes darkened as she glanced up to meet Quinn's eyes, the thoughts running behind them being anything but pure. Quinn noticed the change almost immediately, and she tucked her knife under her chin, lightly placing it against her skin as she tilted her head up.

"There she is." Quinn whispered, closing some of the distance between them. "There's the fucking killer."

"Real great parenting job by the way." Tara interjected, realising that their entire family had gone insane.

"Shut your whore fucking mouth!" Quinn screamed, shoving the shorter girl with a hard push, along with Sam who was standing right beside her.

"Have I been the perfect dad? No. Have I maybe over indulged Richie's love of these little movies? Yeah, maybe." Bailey told them, tears on the brink of releasing as his voice cracked slightly. "For me they're just a little dark, but Richie really loved them. He even made a few of his own."

Everyone's gaze turned to face the large curtain that was showcasing one of Richie's films. Unknowingly, you felt a scowl form its way onto your face, scoffing at how someone would want to recreate this nightmare.

"Did you- did you know?" Bailey began, walking over to the stage and climbing up the few stairs to get on top of the stage so he could see the screen more clearly. "There's a very special bond between a father and his first son."

Ethan's mouth twitched, the muscle in his jaw tightened as he glanced away from his father. Bailey brought out his hands to showcase the entire room as he told them, "Which is why I helped him build this collection."

"This was all his?" Sam questioned, looking around her.

"What a fucking creep." You muttered, glancing at Bailey before turning to look at Jill, the older woman watching Bailey with excitement.

"Yes, he's a very passionate collector, and he inspired others." Bailey gloated, glancing around the room at all the multiple different objects that he had given his son, remembering faintly the way his face lit up whenever he brought him something new. "Oh, we had to kill those two wannabe film students because, well, we had to kill you first, Sam."

"I put the theatre in their name, and then good old Detective Bailey would have just stumbled on it, but I didn't have to because my golly, that Gale Weathers is one hell of a journalist."

At the mention of Gale's name you felt your body stiffen, a dark gaze swimming beneath your eyes, and it wouldn't take long for any of them to realise it if they simply turned around to look at you.

"I built a tribute to my son, which is why this is where you have to die, Sam." Bailey's voice thickened, his facial expression blank. "Surrounded by all the things he loved the most."

"What happens next?" Sam asked frantically, glancing around at each of them to get a little more insight on their thought process. "When after you're done with us, what? You just disappear?"

"No, I gotta hurry over to the hospital and make sure Mindy and Gale don't pull through." Bailey scoffed as he walked down the small steps to get off the stage and pulled his gun right at the older girl. "Because everybody dies, Sam! Everyone who had anything to do with the death of my son, suffers and dies!"

"Fuck yeah, they do!" Quinn agreed.

"Yeah!" Ethan shouted, nodding his head along to his fathers words.

"Now put on the mask." Bailey ordered, his words seething through his teeth as Sam glanced down to the floor where the ghostface mask was lying.

"He was," Sam whispered, breathing heavily as she shook her head lightly, "so pathetic."

"Huh?" Bailey's mouth hung open as he tilted his head in disbelief. "Th- that's not true."

"Yeah, your son," Sam continued, eyes holding no regret for the words she was throwing out breathlessly. "He was a man baby who made his girlfriend do all the killing."

"He was a strong feral young man." Bailey proclaimed, glaring at Sam.

"He was a limp dick, little fuck, who cried before I slit his throat." Sam said, her eyes hardening as she narrowed them down on Bailey.

"Shut the fuck up!" Quinn screamed, finally losing control of her anger and running over to Sam with her knife, but Tara was already prepared for her little outburst, and she swung her brick right towards Quinn's jaw, throwing it into her face with full force and watching as a couple of her teeth were knocked out of her mouth as she fell down to the floor.

At that exact moment, Kirby appeared with her gun and shot a couple of bullets over towards Bailey. You ducked down and covered Sidney as you watched Ethan stab Kirby before Sam smacked a brick over his head.

The older Carpenter took the knife from Kirby and stabbed Ethan repeatedly, the boy groaning in pain as he fell back.

"Sam." Tara called out, glancing back at her sister. "Come on."

You got up and faced Jill, the woman looking at you menacingly. Sidney stood at your side, her gaze hardening on her cousin.

Jill flipped the knife in her hand, a grin on her face told you that she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"You really want to do this?" You questioned, getting into a fighting stance.

"You know I do." Jill replied, her grip tightening on the knife.

"Then let's dance" You said, tilting your head and creating a 'come here' motion with your hand.

Jill ran towards you and Sidney, swinging her arm haphazardly, hoping to cut you with the knife in her hand.

You coordinated your punches with Sidney and you eventually landed a heavy punch to Jill's ribs, sending the woman back, reeling in pain.

It didn't take long for Jill to recover and she was soon running back towards you. Sidney went to punch Jill in the face but she dodged the attack and sent the older woman to the floor with a harsh shove.

Having the wind knocked out of her, Sidney stayed on the floor watching as Jill charged towards you, stabbing her knife towards your face. You blocked it and held her wrists back but got distracted when you heard a gunshot ring out followed by a scream.

You looked to your right and saw Tara grasping onto Sam's hand as she hung over the edge of the balcony. The older Carpenter held Tara's hand with all her might but due to the cut on her arm, blood dripped down making Tara slip from her hold.

"Tara!" You shouted, momentarily distracted and Jill added more pressure to her knife causing it to slip through your hold and into your shoulder. "Fuck!"

Jill then used all her weight to push you down and the pin you to the floor. She straddled your waist and pulled the knife from your shoulder, trying to stab you in the face once again.

Using all your force, you kept the knife away from your head. Sweat and blood ran down your face, some of it made its way into your eyes, making it hard for you to see.

"Jill, stop." You grunted, feeling the tip of the knife make its way closer to your face. "You don't have to do this."

"I don't have to do this?" Jill repeated sarcastically. "I can finally get my revenge and become the famous final girl."

"Stop with this final girl bullshit! It's never going to happen!"

"And what does it matter to you anyway, y/n? You won't even be here to see it come true."

"You forgot one thing, Jill." You said, breathlessly, your arms getting tired.

"And what's that?" Jill hissed, grinning down at you widely.

"Never turn you back on Sidney Prescott!"

Sidney came up from behind Jill, stabbing a knife of her own in the younger woman's back. Jill let out a scream, her back arching in pain and she let go of the knife in her hand.

"C'mon, sis," you sighed, wiping the sweat from your forehead as your hand reached for Jill's knife, your fingers grasped around it and you plunged it into her side, just under her ribs. "you should know by now, never fuck with the original."

"How sentimental." Jill laughed through gritted teeth, groaning in pain as you pushed the knife in deeper with a hardened glare.

"It's only a taste of your own medicine." You said, your gaze hardening.

Sidney took the knife out of Jill's back and you pushed her off you. Getting back on your own two feet, you looked down at Jill, your knife still in her stomach.

You took a step forward, kneeling over Jill as you tilted your head to the side, your eyes boring into hers. You took the knife out of her side and trailed it down her throat to her chest.

Twirling the knife against Jill's chest, anticipation coursed through her, your hands itching to dig the sharp weapon into her body.

"Fuck you." Jill launched her fist upwards to try and punch you in the face, but you were the one with the knife, so you pushed the knife in just above her clavicle.

"I should have killed you when I had the chance." Jill muttered, her words barely above a whisper, blood loss taking a toll on her.

"Probably, but you're too late now." You shrugged before you leaned down to whisper in her ear, "hold still." You raised the knife, digging the sharp metal into her chest. She cried in anguish as you sliced her skin, watching the blood drip down her body.

Jill placed her hands against your chest, trying to pry you off her body as she struggled to move from underneath you. You brought the knife upwards once more, impaling it into her body, digging it as far into her as the knife could reach.

"S-stop!" Jill stuttered, blood filling in her mouth as she tried to get you to stop in any way possible. "Please. Y/n, please."

Your chest heaved up and down, you halted your ministrations and looked down at her below you.

"I'm sorry." Jill coughed, blood splattering on your clothes. "I- I didn't mean to do any of this."

You stood up, looking to your side, you saw Sidney look at you with an unreadable expression. She reached behind her and pulled a gun from the back of her belt.

Wordlessly, she handed it to you. You took it from her hesitantly before looking back at Jill, her eyes going back and forth from you to the gun.

"No, no, please. Y/n, don't do this. Please." Jill begged, holding up her hands in front of her with all the strength she had left.

You gave Jill one last look before raising the gun up to her head before pulling the trigger. Everything felt numb as you watched your sister's body slump to the floor, blood still pouring from her wounds.

You were soon snapped out of your haze once you heard Tara let out a scream. From behind you, you watched as Tara got stabbed in the stomach by Ethan.

"Gotcha!" Ethan laughed, grinning from ear to ear as he ran his eyes over the girl's wound.

Tara recovered from the stab pretty quickly and shoved her knife deep inside Ethan's mouth, breathing heavily as she watched the pain in his eyes glimmer.

She let him swallow up his agony for a few seconds before twisting the knife inside, enjoying the painful noises he was making as blood dripped down his mouth.

"Now die a fucking virgin." Tara sneered, watching as his eyes widened before she pulled the knife out of his mouth.

His blood splattered on her face and clothing, but she didn't care as she let out a low laugh, lowering down the knife and glancing up to meet your eyes with a smile.

Your eyebrows rose in surprise, a low whistle falling from your mouth as you looked at the younger Carpenter impressed.

Another gunshot rang throughout the theatre and you looked up at Sam, the girl pointing her gun at Quinn's body which fell with a loud thud, a bullet wound in the middle of her forehead.

"I thought she'd put up more of a fight." You mumbled as your chest heaved up and down.

"It seems that you three didn't need my help after all." Sidney said, resting a hand on your shoulder.

"How did you even get in, anyway?" You asked, looking at the older woman.

"I have my ways." Sidney smiled. "Being the final girl has some perks."

You were going to reply but your words got caught in your throat as you watched Sam fall from the balcony and down to the floor below her with Bailey.

You rushed over to Sam, Sidney hot on your tail as the two of you had worried expressions pasted on your faces.

Sam coughed, holding her stomach as she sat up. You placed a gentle hand on her shoulder causing her to turn around and shove you to the floor, immediately regretting it once she saw it was you.

"You okay, there Carpenter?" You asked, looking up at Sam, your hands raised in surrender.

"Sorry." Sam apologised, holding a hand out for you to grab.

Sam pulled you up from the floor and the two of you stood facing Tara and Sidney, finally being able to take a breath from all the fighting.

"I have a plan to kill Bailey." Sam spoke up, a hand holding her ribs, still slightly sore from the fall.

"What do you want us to do?" Sidney questioned, looking at Sam intently.

"I need one of you to take these." Sam said, holding her phone up as well as a voice changer. "And make a phone call for me."

"I'll do it." Tara said, taking the phone from her sister's hand.

"And what should we do?" You wondered, gesturing between yourself and Sidney.

"You go with Tara and stay somewhere safe until it's okay to come back out."

"Roger that." You smiled, sending a salute towards Sam before walking off with Tara and Sidney.

You turned around and saw Sam putting on her father's ghostface robe and mask before getting in her position.

Bailey groaned, rubbing his head as he got up from the floor. He looked around and saw that it was only him left in the theatre.

Pulling his gun from his holster, Bailey jumped at the sound of his phone ringing.

"Hello detective Bailey," Tara said over the phone, the Ghostface voice coming through on Bailey's phone. "I have one question for you."

"Oh yeah?" Bailey replied, walking up to the stage where the ghostface mannequins were. "What's that?"

"What's your favourite scary movie?"

"Favourite scary movie?" Bailey repeated with a chuckle.

"I'm asking because you're in one now. You're in my movie."

"Oh, and I see you've put on your true face, huh? Your birthright." Bailey said as he shot two mannequins in the head before looking at Billy's mannequin which didn't have a robe on it. "Poetic you're gonna die in it."

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

"Now you know the truth, huh?" Bailey said after shooting another mannequin. "Murder's in your blood. Stop fucking around and show yourself!"

"Be careful what you wish for."

"Alright, I am a fucking police officer, how do you think this is going to go?" Bailey shouted down the phone. "Who d'you think they're gonna believe, huh?"

"Probably the one who's still alive."

Bailey screamed, smashing his phone to the ground, panting as he shook his head. Sam walked on the stage behind him, tilting her head as he turned around. Bailey stammered back, screaming loudly as Sam stabbed every inch of his body that she could.

When she finally stopped, Sam let Bailey fall to the ground as she took off her mask. The man looked up at her, choking on his own blood. As Sam was about to finish him off for good, Tara came up beside her, you and Sidney opting to stay back.

"My father was a murderer." Sam said breathlessly. "No matter what you think, I'm better than that."

Sam looked down at her sister, the latter tilting her head as she relaxed her face. Sam let a small smirk take over her features before turning back to Bailey.

"But you did fuck with our family, so..." Sam said, gripping her knife harder as she shoved it into Bailey's eye, the man screaming in pain.

"Nice." Tara nodded, watching as life drained from Bailey.

"Thanks." Sam replied. "You okay?"

"No." Tara chuckled with a shake of her head.

Sam gave a nod of acknowledgement as she took off her robe. You watched as the sisters walked to the stairs where they sat down, you and Sidney sitting beside them.

Tara rested her head against your shoulder and you gently took a hold of her hand, rubbing comforting circles on the back.

"Thank you for letting me go." Tara said, looking at her sister as she kept her head on your shoulder.

"I knew you could take care of yourself." Sam replied and the two sisters shared a smile between them. "I want to be in your life, but only as much as you want me to be."

"I want you to be." Tara said quickly. "I promise you I am going to get so much therapy after this. I'm serious. We're going to get through this. Together."

All of a sudden, the peaceful moment was interrupted when Ethan ran towards you four, blood dripping out of his mouth and down his chin. Before Ethan could get near, a broken TV was pushed off a table and onto his head, the boy falling to the ground, finally being killed.

"Saw that in a scary movie once." Kirby smiled, looking over at Sidney as the woman held a look of surprise.

The doors to the theatre were opened, multiple cops running in as Danny followed quickly behind. Sam quickly got up and made her way towards him, being followed closely behind by you, Tara, Sidney and Kirby.

"Are you okay?" Danny questioned, looking Sam over as he cupped her cheeks with a worried look on his face before pulling her into a quick hug.

"Yeah." Sam nodded with a small smile.

"I thought you might need some reinforcements. And I called the hospital, Mindy and Gale are going to be okay. Mindy's on her way here now, they couldn't stop her."

"Not bad cute boy." Tara nodded.

"Thanks."

"Let's get the fuck out of here." Sidney said, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You gave a weak nod, walking out of the theatre with everyone. Once you got wind of fresh air you were rushed into the back of an ambulance. A medic tending to the cuts on your face along with the stab wound in your shoulder.

Sidney sat beside you, the woman holding your hand every time you winced from the pain. After the medic was finished they gave you one more check up before moving onto something else.

Finally feeling fatigue catch up with you, you rested your head against Sidney's arm. The older woman let a smile form on her face as she wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into her embrace.

"You're a brave kid." Sidney said softly, rubbing a hand up and down your arm. "You should never have had to shoot your sister."

"She lost the right to be my sister when she started killing people." You said, moving out of Sidney's embrace.

"Still, no one should ever have to go through what you've been through."

"I could say the same about you." You chuckled, bumping your shoulder into hers.

"At least I didn't get stabbed this time, just a little winded."

"You're getting old for this, Prescott."

"Watch it, y/l/n."

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry." You said, a laugh bubbling up from your throat as you held your hands up in surrender.

"I think someone is looking for you." Sidney said, nodding her head in the direction of a frantic looking Tara, standing beside her sister.

"I'll be right back." You said, quickly getting up and making your way over to the girl.

"Y/n!" Tara said, finally spotting you. She ran towards you, the two of you meeting in the middle. "Shit, are you okay? I- I was so caught up I forgot to ask and-"

"Shut up and kiss me." You cut Tara off, gently placing a hand underneath her chin, using your forefinger and thumb to tilt her head up.

Tara's breathing was erratic, her heart practically beating out of her chest but she complied. Tara wrapped her hands around your shoulders and pulled you down for a kiss.

You both sighed contently into the kiss. Easily getting lost in each other's presence. Butterflies fluttered all around in your stomach as you finally got to kiss your girl with no matter in the world.

"Sorry, that was a bit forward." You mumbled pulling away, scratching the back of your neck as you rocked backwards and forwards on your feet.

Tara didn't care and she placed her hands on the side of your face, pulling you into a kiss that took all of the air out of your lungs. Your eyes went wide with shock but you quickly fell back into reality and placed your hands on Tara's waist, pulling her closer and letting yourself fall into the kiss.

Tara let out a small gasp once your lips separated and you smiled once you saw her chest rapidly falling up and down with a small blush coating her cheeks and you couldn't help the smile that threatened to break out on your face.

Due to the closeness of the two of you, both your faces barely an inch away from each other, you could see every intricate detail on her face. You admired her for a little while but you couldn't contain yourself so you crashed your lips back against hers.

The kiss broke naturally, leaving pecks as you moved your face away from Tara. You rested your forehead against Tara's, small chuckles falling from your lips.

"Your sister is going to kill me." You whispered, wrapping your arms around Tara's shoulders to pull her into a hug.

"One-hundred percent." Tara replied, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her head against your chest.

"You're worth it." You mumbled, placing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Okay, you two." Sidney said, walking over to you and Tara. "That's enough sappy shit for now."

"Sid!" You exclaimed, looking at the woman in shock. "What the hell!"

"Oh come on, let's go see Kirby." Sidney said, walking over to where Kirby and Sam were.

You followed behind, hand in hand with Tara, taking your time together.

"You ever need me, call." Kirby said, talking to Sam, but turning to you and Tara as she saw you both walk over. "We're all apart of the same fucked up family now. And also, legacy doesn't always have to be a bad thing, okay?"

You smiled at Kirby but it quickly vanished once you heard Tara sniffle beside you, the younger Carpenter looking to the ground as her bottom lip started to quiver, tears falling from her eyes.

"Hey." Kirby said, looking over at Tara, seeing as you pulled her into your arms.

"It's just Chad-"

"Hey we got another one here!" A medic shouted, wheeling the boy out on a stretcher.

"Chad!" Tara shouted, running over to the boy with you and Sam not far behind her.

"How the fuck are you still alive?" You muttered, looking at him in disbelief.

Chad smiled, holding his hand up and showing five fingers.

"Core fucking five." Tara smiled, pulling the boy into a hug.

"Oh my god, you guys okay?" Mindy shouted, running over to you. "I know who the killer is, it's Ethan and Bailey."

"And Quinn." Sam said.

"And Quinn, fuck!" Mindy huffed.

"And Jill." You added.

"Jill? But she was dead? Wait, I missed the monologue again!" Mindy shook her head, not believing it all, holding on to her brother's side as he was wheeled into the back of an ambulance. "Wait, are you okay? You don't look okay. Oh my god we all survived."

As Chad and Mindy were taken away in an ambulance, Sam looked down in her coat that was hiding her fathers mask, seemingly in a trance she was snapped out of it by Tara's voice.

"Sam." Tara said, her hand grasping yours. "You coming?"

Sam nodded her head with a smile, dropping the mask to the floor. She walked up to you two and the three of you walked back over to Sidney, the woman standing by herself as Kirby was taken to a hospital too.

"You guys going to be okay?" Sidney asked, her gaze focusing on you for a moment longer.

"We will be." Sam said, looking over at you and Tara.

"Yeah, we've got each other." You smiled, tightening your grip on Tara's hand.

"Just like Kirby said, if you need anything, you call me. Okay?" Sidney said, reciprocating your smile.

"We will." You nodded. Sidney gave you one last look before walking off and down the road.

"So..." Sam trailed off, looking at you and Tara then glancing down to your conjoined hands. "You two a thing now?"

"Oh my god, Sam!"