Horror Killer

CHAPTER 1: ITS GOING TO BE A SCREAMER

(A/N Hey I'm rewriting this. Some things will stay the same others will be different also my grammar and spelling will be a lot better. Also I just want to say I will not give a warning for R18 chapters that involve either lemons or torture. This is a horror genre fanfic expect adult things like sex and gore torture scenes. One more thing at the same time I plan to write another fic called Horror Killer Alternate. With that one I'm going to have a more evil version of my OC. I plan to have both be side by side almost different timeline kind of vibes they will follow the same worlds as well.)

"FUUUCCCKKKKK!!!!" Jack yelled.

He looked around and found himself in an unfamiliar room. His heart was still pounding as he tried to relax. He had just woken up from what he thought was a dream of him getting run over by a truck as he went to school.

Jack wiped the sweat off his forehead as he started to look around the room that he had never been in before. He turned on the lamp next to him instinctively like he had done it a thousand times.

He got even more confused at how natural it felt. He started to look around and noticed how old everything seemed. Not old in quality but more like he went back in time it had an early nineties vibe.

He then looked at the calendar on the wall next to him. It was August 5th and the first day of his senior year of school was tomorrow. That seemed normal as that's what it was. However, as he started to look more at the calendar it said the year was 1990. He stumbled backward as he almost fell back into the bed he was just on.

His eyes widened in shock "Impossible I wasn't even born yet. Maybe I bought a weird calendar."

He gained a glint in his eyes as he thought of a good idea "I'll just look on my phone."

He started to search around for his phone but could not find it anywhere. He went to the bathroom to look over himself and see if he possibly left his phone there. He then remembered after looking around the room again "Wait this isn't even my place."

He started to move around a lot quieter. He did not hear anything except his own movements. He eventually made it to the bathroom. Where he looked at himself in the mirror. He sighed when he saw his face, and everything seemed alright maybe even a little better in fact. He looked leaner and realized he was filling out his shirt with muscle. He still looked tall too, at least 6 foot 4 inches.

Jack had medium length black hair that rested above his cheek bones. While he looked young he had a certain grown up allure to him. Kind of like a very. Young Johnny Depp. He then noticed his red eyes.

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He looked himself over more and noticed he had red eyes even though they use to be green "Red eyes when did that happen, they were always green."

As he stared into his own eyes more thats when it hit him. A rush of memories that were not his, yet they were at the same time. Everything that ran through his mind started to feel more and more familiar. He then took some key names from his new memories and realized what happened.

He mumbled "Casey Baker, Steve Orth, Sidney Prescott, Billy Loomis, Tatum Riley, Stu Baker, Randy Meeks, Dewey."

He quickly grabbed onto the sink to stop him from falling over as he started to feel nauseous. "How did I end up in Scream with a similar life and friends with all of the main characters?"

It appeared to Jack he was in a similar world to his last one. Except with some differences. He was a regular Highschooler but in this one he was a mixed martial arts fighter for his school. He even won medals. He was popular. His best friends sadly or luckily depending on how you look at it were Sidney, Billy, Stu, Tatum, and Randy.

As he went back and sat down in his bed a note fell to his feet.

He tilted his head confused and read it

Hey Jack, this is God or Rob however you want to refer to me. My truck got loose an accidentally killed you. When I was going through your mind, I saw you were a horror movie fanatic so I gave you a small system. The way it works is you can go to the next horror movie or show once you defeat the villain of the current one. You get points by either saving people who would have died or by killing people yourself. You also get points by scaring people. The closer they are to the main plot the better in all three cases. The system will only be accessible between worlds. So, whatever you have at your disposal now is what you have. In your backpack I gave you a military grade knife. Anyways that's all, enjoy your life. Try not to die too soon.

The paper started burning up in his hands not even leaving ash just simply gone like it never existed.

He leaned back into his bed as he remembered last year on august 10th is when Sidney's mother died.

Jack sighed "It's almost the year anniversary. The killings start to happen in four days. I need to figure out what to do."

He then rolled over as he looked at the clock seeing it was 2:45 am. "I better go back to sleep though the first day of school is later today. Got to be up by at least by 7 or I will be late."

With that Jack went back to sleep to start his crazy new horror filled life.

The next morning

Jack woke up and saw that it was only 6:30 am, which meant he had plenty of time before school started. He went to the kitchen and started to make himself breakfast. He lived by himself in an apartment that his parents owned. His parents had died two years prior since he was turning 16 and displayed, he could take care of himself. Plus, the fact his parents left him well off he was allowed to live on his own. The perks of living in a small town.

He finished making breakfast and changed into salmon colored shirt with black pants and white vans. He started to head to school.

The town of Woodsboro was actually quite nice. It was a very calm place even if it was located in California. It was large enough where everyone did not know everyone but small enough that it still felt like a close tight nit community.

He went outside and got on his motorcycle as he put his helmet on. He started to drive over to the school.

As he was heading to school, he saw some flashing red and blue lights appear behind him. He sighed as he looked down at his speedometer. "Of course, I'm going 60 miles per hour in a 45."

He pulled over as he sighed. Not because he was doing it but because he got caught.

He took off his helmet as he waited for the officer. When the person came next to him Jack looked over and smiled "Dewey. How are you doing?"

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Dewey kept a neutral face "That's officer Dwight when I'm on duty."

Jack looked around and towards his police car to see no one "But no one else is with you."

Dewey sighed "Do you want to get out of this ticket?"

Jack grimaced as he put on a fake smile "How can I help you officer Dwight."

Dewey smirked "Get to school. Try not to speed there."

Jack nodded as he put on his helmet "I'll do my best Dewey."

Jack then accelerated out of there leaving Dewey sighing as he got back in his car.

Jack kept speeding to school, eventually parking in his own spot at the front of school. The principal had let him use a staff parking spot. Both because of the number of medals he brought to the school. More medals meant more money no matter what the sport was. Also, because he felt bad for Jack ever since he lost his parents.

Jack did not like the principal, he thought he was a creep honestly. However, he was going to use the advantages he could. No reason to not try an exploit people you do not like.

Jack left his helmet on his motorcycle as he remembered always doing. This was a small town and people from this town knew not to mess with Jack's stuff. He was not afraid to throw down with anyone his age or older. Perks again of winning so many medals in martial arts. Maybe his hands should be registered as a weapon.

He readjusted his backpack and started to head into the school.

When he walked in, he immediately saw the main girl standing next to her locker. Sidney Prescott.

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(A/N Just because I did not clarify, and I can already hear the comments. The body Jack took over was an exact copy of what Jack was already like. They had different paths and experiences, but their personalities were the exact same. That's why the transition and acting normal was so easy.)