An Open Letter to Sidney Prescott

I'm going to kill you, Sidney Prescott.

I know, I know, you've heard that before, but I mean it.

It's nothing personal, really, don't take this the wrong way.

You haven't done anything to me, nor did you mother, and I ain't some kind of glory seeker psycho. It's just that, well, so many people have died, Sid, so many people have been killed for one reason: your death. But you're not dead. Even though many people have tried to kill you and those close to you, they always fail.

Don't you feel that this simple fact, the fact that you're still alive, means that all those innocent lives were lost in vain?

Well, I do.

So, you see, I want to put an end to this, Sidney, and the only way for this to end is if its long pursued objective is finally met. That means you need to die, Sid.

I won't commit the same mistakes of those who tried before me.

First of all, I won't kill anyone else. It's just you, Sidney. You'll be my "Opening Scene Victim". Like I told you before, I'm not a psycho, I'm not interested in killing people. I just feel like I really need to kill you, Sidney. It's for your own good.

Since you're gonna be my first (and last) victim, there will be no warnings, you'll be caught off guard. It will be easier that way. Unless, I should call you. I'm not sure if I should, maybe I should, just for a sense of continuity, I haven't decided yet.

Anyway, my second precaution is that I won't unmask myself in front of you. I don't know why all the other ones did it, but I won't do it. I'm not gonna gloat about how I tricked you, or how I plan to get away with it, I'm just gonna kill you. Even if I feel some kind of irresistible urge to reveal myself, I'll wait until I've had stabbed you about three times in the stomach and you're on the floor, bleeding to death, and only then will I take off my mask. Which won't mean a thing as you won't recognize me anyway.

And that brings me to my third precaution: You don't know me. We never met. I'm just an anonymous citizen from another town. That way I won't make to the list of suspects. Because you guys don't know me, you've never seen me before (and you'll never see me ever, not without the mask).

Please, don't try to fight. Please, don't try to run. Why should you? Just so you can live another day in your miserable, nightmarish life while somewhere some random, clueless schmuck dies in your place? Don't you think that's a little selfish, Sid?

Can't you see the golden opportunity that I offer you? You know that sooner or later another sick bastard will start another bloodbath around you for some stupid reason or another, it's inevitable. But if I kill you, that's over. There'll be no inspiration, no challenge, no legacy to aspire to. I'm being reasonable here, Sid, I'm just asking for your life. You know all the other ones would kill a bunch of your friends for no reason, I won't. Don't you wish to spare them?

Please, consider your options. Don't make it more difficult that it needs to be. You know there's truth in my words.

See you soon.

Sincerely,

-A "Tough Love" Friend

P.S.: I assume that after all you've been through, you probably took one lesson or two on self defense, so I'm bringing a gun just in case.

By TheManFromMars

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