fight or flight

                                    

                                          
PLEASE NOTICE— CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
There's a pounding that starts when you feel like you're in danger. It's a mechanism that your body creates to keep you safe, to alert you that there is a threat that could harm you.
Violet was familiar with the pounding of her chest. She knew it as well as her own name. The only constant in her life was the pounding that alerted her that there was another threat on the horizon. 
For the past year, Violet lived in that feeling. She was haunted by the past and now, she was being haunted by the present. 
"Sam, slow down." Tara urges, chasing after Sam as the girl exits the apartment building to go to the police station. 
"Tara, Violet, no. Get back inside. Lock the door." Sam quickly shuts down the two younger sister's notions, shoving them both to the doorframe and away from danger. 
"Are you serious? Now you don't want to stick together?" Tara sasses, staring expectantly at the older girl. 
"We're no safer inside than out here, but you need numbers, they don't." Violet quickly argues, gesturing to the friends that remained in the apartment building. 
She knew that Sam would let up if Violet could prove a valid argument. The first rule of surviving a ghostface attack is to never be alone. 
Sam lets out a sigh, raking her eyes over each of the younger girls before relenting, "Fine."
Violet surges onto the sidewalk, taking the space opposite of Tara so that the younger girl was protected on both sides. The three sisters train their eyes on the environment around them, watching for any sign of the masked killer. 
The echoing of Sam's phone courses through the blaring of the sirens. The girls pause on the sidewalk, allowing for Sam to remove the phone from her pocket. 
Violet keeps her eyes on the streets around them, the dooming feeling in her stomach gnawing away. A voice in her head whispered to get the hell out of there. 
"What the fuck?" Tara mumbles in disbelief. 
Violet turns her attention to the phone and immediately notices the contact of Sam's dead serial killer ex-boyfriend as the caller ID. 
"I never deleted his contact. This is coming from his number." Sam realizes. 
"Don't pick that up." Tara urges, shaking her head. "Just let it ring."
"It's a trap. He's watching us." Violet realizes, frantically searching around and pushing her sisters closer together. 
"Sam." Tara groans, trying to stop the oldest Carpenter sister from answering the call. 
Sam presses the button, shoving the phone to her ear and walking away. Tara and Violet share a look of disbelief, annoyance coursing through them as they chase after the girl. 
"Who is this?" Sam bites, her eyes casing the streets around them just like Violet.
Violet watches as the anger and determination overtakes Sam's face. It was a reaction she was familiar with. She knew from one glance that ghostface was back and he was coming for them.