They took Zuko's scar too!!! Not his face scar, but the lightning scar Azula gave him– Ya'know when he had that big defining character moment and saved Katara's life? That's gone now. Doesn't matter that lightning is supposed to leave a permanent scar, as seen by Aang, which apparently they did include his back scar so????
And also what the hell, where is Dante Basco??? Like why wouldn't you cast him to play Zuko? It makes sense that they decided to recast Asian actors to play the characters. That's awesome! But Dante is Asian, he's fillipino, he's the only Asian original cast member. He's Zuko! If there's gonna be any Avatar sequel with Zuko– it should be him.
Not to mention this would probably have been a good job for him. He's still a working actor. He has name recognition and is so intrinsic to the character that he would've been a great asset in marketing the film to fans. And I doubt he'd be that expensive. And if he was– he's worth it✨️
Just every time I consider this movie I realize a different thing wrong with it and think– why don't I just rewatch the original animated show? That's golden, that's all we need, we don't need more cash grabs looking to profit off a beautiful work of art.
I salute those who leaked it. No one deserves to profit off of this. ATLA does not need to be a franchise. The actors are already paid, as are the artists and creative directors. The only people losing money is Paramount. And fuck them.
You hauled your suitcase out of the car, waving goodbye to your parent. Two years went by. You were a bit of a late bloomer, going to college an entire two years after graduating Highschool but that's how long it took you to feel ready to take such a drastic step. You changed your hair and your wardrobe. You changed yourself as much as you could and yet you still had publicity.
"...Shhhiiittt." You covered your face and tightened the grip on your suitcase as you walked up the staircase. Cameras and microphones being shoved in your face. Already accepted, had meetings, knew your classes. Now, it was just moving in.
"YN! The upcoming stab movie is set to premiere, how do you feel about the acting choices?"
"No comment."
"YN, NSC News. Why did you pick Windsor College?"
"Good coriculum. Change of scenery."
"YN, do you still deny involvement in the Woodsboro Massacre?"
You tightened your mouth and opened the door, campus security holding back the small number of opportunistic paparazzi outside.
You entered the house and saw the girls all giving you looks. You saw the whispering and you felt dissapointment sink in your stomach. '...Great...It's already begun.'
You quickly got a key from the front desk and went upstairs to your new room. You practically dived in, shutting the door behind you with a shaky breath. A phone sat on the table and you sat down on a nearby bed and picked it up. Dialing a number.
"Come on...Come on, please-" You swallowed, feeling your palms sweat and your breathing shallow. Unbeknownst to you, someone rounded the corner from the bathroom raising her brows at you.
You closed your eyes, hearing his voicemail. Once the beep sounded, you just blurted it out. "Henry, it's YN. I just wanted to call. I was having an anxiety attack again and um...I forgot the time difference." You hung up, feeling like the walls were closing in.
The young woman behind you came up to you, startling you as she brought her hand up in a calming gesture. "Hey there, easy. Are you okay?"
You shook your head, feeling your throat burn as she knelt down infront of you on the bed. "Hey, look at me...Breathe in..." You followed her. "...Breathe out..." You released a shaky jagged breath. She had you repeat it multiple times until you had semi normal breaths.
She smiled at you. "See? Better?"
You nodded and looked down. "I am so sorry...I think this is my room? I just had to get out of the halls."
She stood back up. "Hey, it's all good. What's your number, honey?"
You showed her the key and she smiled. "Welp, that's the one. Look's like we're roomies." She extended her hand to you. "Halie McDaniel. Psychology Major."
You smiled and gingerly exchanged the handshake. "YN. Criminology Major...Just getting the basic sciences and psychology out of the way mostly."
She grinned and let go of your hand. "Hey, that is such a neat major! I always was morbidly curious what makes those crazies just hack up people one day... Don't tell anyone I used the term crazy though. Not a good term in the community with clients, ya know." She talked with her hands and had a very fun high energy about her. She was an extremely pretty girl that you could tell was the life of the party.
She scrunched her brows with her smile still in place. "...Oh...I know you. You're the girl from Woodsboro."
You frowned and rubbed your arm. "Yeeeaahh...I'm sorry you got shacked up with me."
She scoffed with an outrageous expression. "What? Why?"
"Because there's a lot of controversy around me. Camera's seem to go wherever I do."
She laughed and waved her well manicured hand dismissively. "Please. It's a campus. There's always someone with a camera all up in your face. Especially during Zeta raves."
"So...It doesn't bother you?"
She shrugged. "I mean...I am a bit curious about it. No offense but what's the deal with it all?"
"Okay, fair enough....Let's see...I was best friends with 2 victim's, one of the other victim was my boyfriend. I was friends with the killer's too. The killer's had an...Obsession with me. I was pretty much held hostage and forced to 'help'. I prevented them from being killed because I thought I cared about them and...It uh...It got my other friends killed." She gave you a sad look, hand to her heart as you continued. "Since I was forced to help and the killers both had crushes on me...Everyone swore I was involved. But I swear to you; I didn't pick up a weapon not once only to defend myself and I definitely did not plan a single thing that happened."
She smacked her leg and brought her hand back up in a half shrug. "Well, that clears it up! You had a case of Stockholm Syndrome from two narcissistic assholes manipulating you."
You slumped over, elbows on your knees. "I've been going to a therapist regularly. I started once I moved from Woodsboro. He says I have survivors guilt and developed PTSD. I can't hear screams or see knives out of nowhere without going into a full panic attack...I hate it. It's gotten better but I don't know how much. I isolated myself as soon as I graduated Highschool. "
She nodded and sat down in a round, pink wicker chair across from you. "That's common. Especially with what you went through...I hope this isn't coming on too strong and I know I'm still a student bbbuuutt...If you can't get ahold of your therapist; I might be able to pick your brain." She gave a dramatic shrug and you smiled at her.
"That would be great. Thanks."
She got back up and had her hands on her hips. "There's a few rules here. 1. Do not use my things without asking. Not a freakin tissue or a hairpin. If you use my body wash; we're fighting. That shits expensive, okay? It's not hard to ask people. "
You smiled. "That's cool. I have my own brand so we'll both be fighting. Mind you, I fist fought two crazy guys for my life all in one night."
She snorted. "I grew up with older brothers. 3 of them."
"Fair." You chuckled, folding your arms and feeling better with her as your roommate.
"Two;" She held up a peace sign. "If you're gonna have a hook up in here; let me know before hand. If I get woken up by you getting nasty with some frat boy named Brad I'm whipping both your asses out that door."
"Oh, I doubt that. I haven't dated since my boyfriend died. No hook ups either. "
She cringed. "...Oh...Well-"
You held up a hand. "It's okay, it's an understandable rule. As long as you do the same for me. "
"Cool. So, we're on the same page here?"
You stood up and nodded. "Yeah, I think so. Is there a number 3?"
She snapped her finger at the air. "Damn! I knew I forgot one. If we go to a party together; you don't bail on me, alright?"
You grinned at that. "I couldn't agree more...I doubt I'll party too much."
"What? Girl, you are in a college dorm a long ways away from any supervision... You're letting loose."
You headed to the door. "We'll see...Thanks a lot Halie. I think I'm gonna walk around campus to get a feel. I gotta face those camera's eventually."
She held up a finger and ran to the bathroom. "Hold on! I'm coming! Let me get myself in order. You need someone to show you this place. Especially before the sororities flock to you."
"Sororities? Their's more than Zeta whatever?"
She gave you a mocking sad face. "Oh honey...I have so much to teach you." She went to the bathroom and raised her voice to talk to you. "You are lucky you got me as a roomate! You know that?"
"Yeah, I'd say so!" You chuckled and waited at the doorway. She came out, a pull over purple sweater on with a mini skirt. It pained your heart as you remembered how Tatum dressed and realized how much Tatum and Halie would get along or Sidney for that matter. You shook the thought away as you both stepped out into the world.
You both walked down the stairs as you whispered to her. "Get ready. These media types are ruthless."
"Bring it on. What's some Howard Stern wanna be gonna do? Tell me I'm fat?" She mumbled back with a smirk.
"Uh, one did and got punched in the face...Not my proudest moment but not my worst either." You mumbled and she snickered.
The minute you opened the doors, camera's and microphones were shoved in your face. Shouting over each other and asking questions that jarred you at first. Now? You were used to it. Halie on the other hand blinked repeatedly in surprise as you grabbed her hand to lead her down the stairs outside.
You turned around once on the grass. "Listen, I will answer all questions at the mess hall at 2:30."
The reporters looked around each other before leaving. You mumbled to Halie who laughed. "I'm not...Have fun, vultures."
Halie raised a brow at you. "Christ, how the hell can you stand that everywhere you go?"
You walked with her on the sidewalk. "Oh, it's usually not this bad. They're just trying to get publicity with that stab movie coming out."
"Oh yeah, that's right. What's it like having a movie made about you?"
You gave her a serious expression. "Not nearly as fun as you think..."
You trailed off as you heard someone nearby. "You are completely out of your mind! Evil Dead one was better than evil dead 2 by a landslide!"
You whipped your head around, eyes wide as you saw a face you didn't think you would ever see again. He seemed to notice you at the same time as he stopped talking to the guy on the bench and slowly looked up at you. You both stared a long moment.
"...Ray?...Randy Meeks?" You slowly grinned, a level of happiness at seeing a familiar face you hadn't felt in so long.
His breath caught before he released a surprised chuckle and came towards you arms outstretched. "In the flesh...YN, what the hell are you doing here?"
He stood a foot from you and Halie. You wanted to wrap him in a hug but stopped yourself. The memory of your goodbye crinkling your heart up like some used wrapper. It still hurt.
He lost his smile when he saw you frown. "I...I'm sorry, Ray. I didn't know you went here. I swear, I didn't-"
He shrugged. "Hey, it's a free Country. You can go wherever you want."
You sighed as Halie darted her eyes between you two. "Uh, this is my Roomate; Halie McDaniel's."
Hal waved. "Hi."
Randy nodded, "Yeah, we had a class last year. Professor Green?"
"Oh yeah, that's right! God, what a nut." They both laughed as you stood there awkwardly.
Randy turned back to you, folding his arms. He looked so grown up compared to when you last saw him. He seemed taller to you, his wardrobe was more grown as well and he had a goatee that was popular trend at the moment. "So, why didn't I see you here last year?"
"Uh...I just didn't know what I wanted to do."
He raised a brow. "So, what do you want to do now?"
"Don't freak out."
He tilted his head with both brows raised at you. "YN, it's me. Do I look like I freak out easily?"
"Okay, Criminology."
His eyes widened a fraction and he parted his lips. "Oh."
You cringed. "I know, I know. I just...After what happened, if I can prevent it by seeing the warning signs; I want to."
He nodded. You could tell by his reaction he wanted to forget it ever happened. You wish you had that level of willful ignorance but you couldn't. He muttered. "No, no that's...It's very you."
"I don't know if that's a compliment or not."
Randy chewed on his inner cheek in thought and looked at Halie. "Uh, can we have a moment?"
Halie raised a brow with a smirk. You raised your brows at her at whatever that smirk meant. "Sure. I'll meet you right here YN."
"You sure? We literally just made the rule-"
She held up a hand with a smile. "As the one that made them; I will make an exemption this once." She gave an annoyed expression at the guy Randy was talking to walking up to her. "Don't worry, I can keep you company." She huffed. "Uh, Mickey...How do I put this nicely?...I'd rather keep company with a rapid animal with rabies."
Randy walked with you as she gave you a thumbs up and you gave her a bewildered expression. Randy spoke up first as you passed other students walking. "So, Criminology huh?"
"Yeah. I just wanted to know what went wrong, ya know?"
"Pft. Birth. That's what went wrong." He turned to you with a distant look. "Yn...I uh
...We didn't leave on very good terms."
"You blamed me for Sidney's death and told me you didn't want to see me again...So, no. We didn't."
He rubbed his arm and tapped his foot with a heavy sigh. "I know...Look, I'm sorry. That was fucked up of me."
You shrugged with a sad expression. "Was it wrong though? I was-"
He looked at you and cut you off. "No, you weren't!...I was just a hurt, dumbass kid that was trying to coup. You were in a shitty, fucked up situation and Billy and Stu twisted your arm behind your back practically like the sick freaks they were." He sighed. "It's in the past. It's been two years. You and me going to the same college across the Country? If that isn't some sign from some higher power to get over it then I don't know what is!"
You smiled softly. "So...You aren't angry at me like you were?"
He shook his head with a smile. "No. I'll always be sad about Sid but I don't blame you at all. I really am sorry for being such a jerk....Are you mad at me?"
You smirked, putting a hand over your mouth and chin to hide it as you spoke. "...I don't know. That was fucked up of you to say."
He frowned deeply and nodded. "I know, I'm sorry."
"...And you were a jerk."
"I know, I know."
"...And you owe me, I mean seriously-"
"I know! Okay? I-" He paused mid rant as he saw the mirth in your eyes and your lip curling under your hand. He grinned at you and shoved you lightly. "YN, real mature. "
You released laughter you hadn't let out in awhile as he hung his head and laughed too. "Sorry, just seeing how much I could milk out that apology. You're still so easy."
He scoffed. "Hey, I am a man now; okay? More ways than one." He clicked his tongue "Not to brag."
You rolled your eyes before giving a dramatic gasp. "Oh my god; you finally got laid? Quick! I need to go tell those news reporters! The world has to know Randy Meeks isn't a virgin!"
He shushed you but the smirk pulled at his mouth. "Shhhh!...Shut up! Ya know what? Nevermind. I don't care what the Universe is saying. You're too much of an ass to include back in my life again."
You smiled at him a moment before it came out. "...I missed this. I really did."
He gave a soft smile as well, blue eyes staring at you warmly. "Yeah, I did too. I just feel like we wasted two years letting a good friendship go for nothing...."
"Never too late." You gave him a look, stopping in the middle of the walk way. Stretching out your arms and he rolled his eyes. "Fiinnnee...Don't let my guy friends see...Or the ladies for that matter."
You hugged him closing your eyes a moment as you muttered. "Please. If anything, I'm building your school cred here."
He chuckled at that, hugging you and patting your back before you seperated. You saw him rub the back of his neck with a smile. "You uh...You changed. I'm glad you said my name first because I almost didn't recognize you."
You looked down at yourself. "Yeah, I grew up. And I wanted to seperate from my old image as much as possible...Media."
He nodded in understanding. "Oh yeah. They swarmed me the other day." He did his most dorky voice impersonation. "M-Mr. Meeks is it true you got shot right through the heart and lived?" He gave you a deadpan expression and showed the wound on his right upper part of his chest.
"Damn, it really did go right through you huh?"
He put his shirt back in place. "Eh, it got lodged there actually. They didn't even remove it. No harm to keep a souvenir. It's a good conversation starter at airport security."
He barely moved your shirt to reveal the scar of tissue they sewed back together from the bullet skimming you.
Randy hissed. "Youch. Does it give you trouble?"
You nodded. "It did. Physical therapy and a brace later and I'm doing okay. It ripped the tissue though so I still get pain if I raise my arm up too hard or fast or high. She picked a hell of a place to shoot."
"Well, time and panic-"
"Yeah, I know. It wasn't a good time to make choices."
You changed the subject and stretched your arms out in his direction with a laugh. "And look at you! No khaki's? No polo shirt? No old sneakers?"
He laughed with a faint tint to his cheeks. "Yeah, yeah. I grew up too."
"Seriously, you went from the geeky kid at the video store to a full grown man. Like, I seriously can't wrap my mind around it!" You mumbled. You saw the blush on his face and cringed. "Sorry, is that too forward? My social skills have been shit the last year or two of hermit life."
He looked to the ground with a huge grin, hand in his leather jacket pocket as he raised his brows. "No....No, not at all."
You felt your own cheeks warm in embarrassment but he looked back up at you with a smirk. "It's...I'm glad you're here. Maybe we can get back to how things used to be?"
"With everything that happened and us going from high school to college? Doubt it. But we can definitely try to have a friendship again. A new one."
He smiled warmly at you. "I'd like that."
You felt an arm wrap around you to see Halie with 'get me the fuck out of here' eyes darting to you. "I am so sorry to interrupt this reunion but if you ever leave me alone with that creature again; I'll kill you."
Mickey stretched out his arms. "Oh, come on! A date; one!" He tilted his head with a smirk. "You won't regret it..." He sang out in a cheeky tone.
Randy laughed and mumbled to you both. "I'll distract him while you make an escape. Talk to you later, YN?"
He smiled. "Hell yeah. See you later!" You waved with a giddiness that you hadn't felt since you were at Woodsboro. He gave you a goofy grin and saluted before yelling at Mickey. "Hey, Mick. I wasn't done...Evil dead 2 was HORSE SHIT."
Mickey instantly stopped pursuing Halie as he turned around to Randy. "Ooh my god, you are SO fucked in the head!"
Halie and you laughed before running down the sidewalk. Halie gave you a smug look. You raised your brows. "What?"
"Raaannndddyyy? Old fling?"
You scoffed with a bewildered expression. "WHAT? Oh my god, he's an old friend from Woodsboro. He was actually one of the survivors."
She huffed in amusement. "Could've fooled me. That boy had eyes for you."
"What? Nnnoooo."
"You are in denial, ma'me. He had heart eyes for you. That guy heard wedding bells in his head the minute he saw you." She gave a teasing tone and you batted her hand away as she pointed at you with a grin. You blushed and rolled your eyes. "No, it's not like that. He's just a good friend! I swear!"
"Mm-hm." She walked ahead of you, a hand going over her brow as she pushed her tongue in her cheek to prevent a coy smile from pulling at her lips. You followed after her, already feeling at home for the first time in two years.
However, something felt off. That feeling someone was watching you...You swore you saw someone staring at you. It was that hair standing up on the back of your neck feeling as you saw someone out of the corner of your eye. Tall and blonde. But when you looked around yourself; you saw no one. You kept walking with Halie, convincing yourself it was just your nerves working against you.
Okay, I'm just now getting into the Star Wars Legends universe, and I have to say that this stuff is 110% better than the sequel trilogy. There's so many amazing characters and great story lines! So many epic things happen, and it's not afraid to go a little darker into Star Wars. Its just... so much deeper and more epic than the sequel trilogy. It makes me even madder when I realize all the epic characters and storylines we could've had...now I beg you Disney, brand the new trilogy un-canon, and bring the legends universe to life!
Okay this is really out of left field but literally today I found out that in 2002 along with the onslaught of horrible straight-to-DVD sequels that Disney made, one of them was Tarzan & Jane which for reasons I won’t elaborate I was forced to watch.
Now the thing is that everything about it is just downright a travesty from the disjointed plot, (evidently it was a mini series they stitched together into a feature film) to the degradation in animation quality, but their was one instance so out of pocket that it literally made me bust out laughing.
You went to run again just for Stu to jerk you back towards him, his arm tight over you.
"Hey, where ya going? We just wanted to tell ya we liked the performance...Ya got talent, YN… " His gaze went down to your chest. "Look out Jamie; there's a new Scream Queen in town...Nice set of lungs too..." He smirked with a wag of his brows. Pressing upward under your ribcage to push up your cleavage through the dress.
Billy had a hunting knife in hand, pointing right at your collarbone. Pressing the sharp tip into your skin just enough to make you wince. He tilted his head with a crazy grin. "I can see it now...You being the most brutally mutilated victim in the potential Stab 2 Movie. The goriest death scene in the entire franchise. Coming next Fall to a theater near you."
Stu laughed. "Hell yeah! The audience will love you, baby!" He lowered his head to whisper in your ear. "I told you and Sid we'd plan the next Sequel. Too bad you couldn't help us plan it, traitor."
You were silent. Trembling in Stu's grasp as you tried to suppress the urge to scream or cry or beg. Billy stared deeply into your eyes. His gaze still as dark and intimidating as you remembered. That crazed look in his eyes that made you shudder. You swallowed, tears still running down your face as you sucked in a sob.
Billy got closer to you, mere inches from your face. "Got any last minute begging you wanna do?"
You looked at him. Memories in your mind of watching horror movies or driving in his Camaro or even how the sunsets reflected off his dark eyes when you both had your talks together.... It hurt you that he didn't think of those memories the way you did. All he could think of was you not letting him get his way. You had nothing to apologize for and you'd rather die saying your peace than to die begging for mercy.
"...N-No." You choked out.
Stu chuckled as Billy narrowed his eyes at you, pressing the knife into your skin slowly as you hissed through your teeth. It barely pricked you enough to draw out the tiniest droplet of blood.
You glared at him with tears in your eyes, gritting your teeth. "If you're gonna kill me, then do it! Stop fucking thinking about it and get it over with."
Stu released a bark of excited laughter. "Ha! See? I told ya she's gotten spunky in the last two years!" He jerked at you as he said it, making you wince at how tight his hold was.
Billy huffed. "Yeah, I liked her better when she was docile and obedient...It was the smarter choice."
You sneered at him. "I was never docile! I was scared!"
Billy gently slid the knife up to your throat and ran it through your hair. "You're not scared now?... Is that what you're trying to lie about?" He made a quick flick of his wrist as you flinched. A section of your braided bun falling out in ringlets.
You didn't answer, trembling against Stu as he chuckled. "She's totally shaking, man."
"I-I can scream and everyone will come looking for me! I have two detectives with guns on stage! You can't get out of this-"
"Do it -" Billy shoved the knife to your face as Stu's long fingers wrapped around your neck. "- And I'll slice your goddamned throat!...No way you could survive that. I heard the pain is unimaginable and can last up to a whole minute."
He traced your left cheek right where you gave him the thin scar on his face with the shears in the shed. He ran his teeth over his lower lip in thought as his eyes darted to your lips and then your wide eyes. Billy leaned forward to whisper low in his throat.
"You are a good actress, YN. Then again, I should have figured you would be good at faking it... You have a talent for being a two-faced bitch."
You refused to answer him. Tightening your jaw and sucking in air through your nostril. Trying so hard to even your breathing even though you realized these may be your final moments. All you could do was wait while your mind desperately tried thinking of an escape plan...You didn't know if you had one. Unless someone barged in; you were done.
Stu watched you before darting his eyes back to Billy. "She really is good...I could have stayed in that audience watching her all night...God, this dress hugs curves I didn't even know she had...She's freakin gorgeous, man."
"You're such a weak cumrag." Billy scolded Stu even though he was eyeing you as well. His gaze crawling from your legs clear up to your neck. His free hand reached out to grip your waist. Stu's one arm was around your chest and his fingers slacked around your throat. Easing down your chest to your cleavage.
"Hey, I'm a guy. I may hate her guts but she's still hot." Stu retorted, his arm adjusted around your chest as you looked at them in alarm.
Billy didn't deny it, eyes glancing up at you as his hand slid over the contours of your dress. "She is beautiful. It's a waste to be such a fucking piece of shit with a a face and body like that...I guess even the most poisonous things are pretty, aren't they?" He leaned forward, eyes gazing at you. "YN…" He mumbled your name low in his throat. It made your stomach flutter and you hated yourself for it.
"...What?" You mumbled back.
Billy stared long and hard at you before drawing his knife away from your face. You stared back at him with wide eyes as his own eyes darted to your lips.
You didn't even have time to react as his crashed down onto yours…
Stu eagerly watched, his hand reaching to feel whatever he could through your dress as he pulled you closer. Hands loosely on your waist and chest to feel you. Your breath hitched as you felt his fingers squeeze you.
You didn't respond as Billy urgently kissed you. You were in too much shock to even form a thought. He pulled away, growling in your ear as Stu jerked your head sideways to kiss you as well. "Fuck!...I fucking hate you... I hate what you do to me." He jerked your hips closer to him as you gasped into Stu's kiss. His piercing swirling against your lips as your mouth parted.
You finally jerked away to look at Billy as Stu nipped at your neck. You saw your red lipstick at the corner of Billy's mouth as he stared at you. Eyes hooded and mouth parted. "Does your boyfriend kiss you like that? Huh? I bet he rocks your world in his khakis and tucked in polo shirts." He smirked at his own dig as his fingers kneaded at your hips. You tried so hard not to moan, biting your inner cheek as your face flushed.
Stu reached up and licked the side of your cheek where a tear was before kissing back down at your neck. He was breathless against your ear. "You look so fucking pretty when you cry, sweetcheeks." He muttered to you.
You shuddered and felt your face heat all while your mind was still whirling on what exactly was happening.
Billy looked down at the red blood droplet on your chest. His lips instantly darted down. His tongue drawing long strokes upward to taste your blood. Your stomach flipped when you heard him moan at your chest at the taste. Trying to go down further but the thick dress was stopping him.
"I thought...You're gonna kill-" You tried getting it out while keeping your voice even. You didn't want to like this. You should have wanted to scream and sob and fight them...But all you really wanted to do was to let them continue and forget everything they ever did for a few minutes.
Stu hungrily whispered in your ear. "Shh...Not now. Let's enjoy this for now...What we should have had two years ago." He pulled up at your dress. "God, why does it have so many freakin ' layers?" He chuckled as he nipped at your ear, lips going back down to bite your neck. You jerked with a cry as you felt his teeth on your skin.
"Ah, ah! Stu. No marks." Billy warned as Stu went to argue but faltered as Billy shot him a warning glare. "I see you already left one...Fucking idiot."
Stu stuck out his tongue at Billy before swiping it up the shell of your ear as he gripped your lower waist. Billy pulled away to gaze up at you through his lashes from your chest.
"Does Derek do this for you? Does he have you whimpering like you are right now?" He smirked as you knew your face was beet red.
Stu added. "Man...Did James even get you this excited?"
Billy shook his head. "I doubt it. You can talk a big game all you want...You're still into us. Probably wet just thinking about us..." He knelt down as you squirmed, unsure what to do or say as he started feeling up your ankle and pushing your dress up.
' What do I do?! I...I like this but not LIKE this! They were going to fucking kill me, probably still are I-' Your thoughts were halted as Billy's hands kneaded your outer thighs. Making a shuddering breath escape you as your head hung back against Stu. 'Maybe...Maybe they really aren't going to kill me? Maybe we can work this out?...Maybe-' Your thoughts were slowly receding as his hands went higher.
Stu huskily whispered to you. "Have you even been with anyone since that night?" You barely listened to what he was saying. "You probably never got it from James or Derek, huh? James looked like he had a micro penis and I can't see Derek even knowing what to do with it."
You felt your brows scrunch as he spoke, still trying to find it in you to not give in completely. But Stu massaging your breast through your dress and Billy gripping your thighs was making it harder and harder to resist.
Stu smirked against the shell of your ear. The smell of the cinnamon gum he loved wafted near your face. "...You're probably still a virgin, aren't you?"
Your eyes shot back open as you glanced over at Stu in confusion. Billy gazed up at you before going to dip his head towards your now exposed thighs, the dress bunched up near your waist. "You know she is...Better take care of that right away."
Stu looked downright giddy. Biting his lower lip with a smirk before raising his brows at Billy in some secret message only they knew. "Yeah man, can't make the same mistake twice."
That's when...It clicked.
It clicked and you felt your teeth clench and anger bubbling in you. You went from lustfully dazed to completely enraged in a millisecond. With an angry yell, you kicked Billy in the head with your heel. He cussed and fell back on his ass. Stu had a loose enough grip for you to slip away from him. He tried grabbing your dress, ripping it off one shoulder in the process. You sprinted to the door. Stumbling over your own feet before twisting back around with your hand on the door knob.
Billy stood up with the familiar glare on his face as Stu went towards you, you grabbed a nearby coat rack and threw it. He caught it but it still hit him in the leg as he flinched away.
"You're monsters! You absolute fucking pieces of shit!"
Billy had a smug smirk on his lips while he maintained that hateful glare. "Don't be sore just because you got hot and bothered, YN." Billy taunted. Rubbing salt in the wound like he always did. "Wonder what Sidney would think of her best friend getting turned on by her killer?" He chuckled with maniacal glee as you pressed yourself against the door. Complete shame coursing through you as you felt sick to your stomach at what you almost let happen.
"I should have known...You're using me. AGAIN. This is just a part of your stupid horror movie rules! You think the only way I lived was because I was a virgin!"
"Are you?" Stu asked, in a bent knee position to tackle you at any moment as he got closer.
"That's none of your damn business if I am or not!"
"Go to Hell!" You jerked the door open and slammed it back in his face.
Billy stalked towards you, knife in hand as Stu got his own from his pocket. "...Ya know what? Screw the rules. I don't give a fuck about your sex status... You're fucking dead!" He lunged at you.
"FUCK!!-" You heard Billy roar behind the door as you ran for your life. You heard them charge at you before you reached the hallway and bolted to the technician room behind the stage
You frantically looked behind yourself as you rounded the corner, expecting them after you only to see no one. You screamed as you ran straight into Derek.
"YN! What's wrong?! Hey, easy! What happened?"
You pointed, lip trembling. He looked at you in shock. "YN, who did this?! Who fucking did this? I'll kill them!"
"Kill?" You both turned to Detective Richards and Andrews walking through the curtain.
You pointed behind you. "T-The dressing room! The killers were in the dressing room!"
Both Detectives didn't hesitate to draw their guns and sprint down the hall.
Derek held you close as you couldn't contain the sobs. You felt shame and embarrassment and fear. Because no matter what, you knew they wouldn't find them. And that after all this time and everything they did...You still cared and it killed you inside.
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Some time passed. Both Detectives were now outside the dressing room door as you and a few other actresses got back into your regular clothes.
You heard Andrews questioning Derek on the other side of the door. "And what were you doing back here, son?"
"I swapped with Mickey, he had to edit...How can I still be a suspect? YN was attacked and...And if they laid a finger on her... If they touched her or-"
You squeezed your eyes shut as you listened.
"Easy. YN said that...She didn't have that happen. She escaped in time, thank god. We need to get to the bottom of this and everyone is a suspect. Especially the guy that was the only one backstage."
You opened your eyes and looked at yourself in the mirror, leery of the entire room. Just 30 minutes ago you were sandwiched between two killers...The worst of it all was that deep down inside...You liked it. It made you nauseous just thinking that you almost gave in so easily.
You hung your head in disgust; ripping the gold leaves out of your half undone braided bun.
Murphy and Louis came up to you after talking to a handful of actresses changing in the room.
"YN. Are you okay?" Louis asked with that fake niceness that was slowly starting to get on your nerves. But not nearly as much as Murphy's voice.
"Seriously, YN. If you need anything...A shoulder to cry on, a DD to drink your problems away… Plan B or-...Well, I mean. Come on, YN. You have a hickey on your neck and your dress is ripped. These college guys are animals!"
Louis added. "I really hope it's not like this but Lambda is a sisterhood to Kappas. Derek is our Kappa brother and we don't appreciate cheating. We have a specific policy against that."
Murphy quickly put her hands up. "Not that you were! If you were almost taken advantage of, we will stop at nothing to make his life a living hell!...Unless he's a Kappa senior then-"
You whipped your head around to glare at her. "Murphy, I'd like for you both to leave me the hell alone. How about that? I'm not joining your stupid fucking sorority and I don't care about college politics. You both are two of the most vapid, dense, fakest girls I've ever met!...You can forget buttering up to me for the free fame of having 'YN: The final girl' in your Sorority history book! I'd rather avoid gunfire again than join Delta Lambda Zeta!"
They both scrunched their faces up at you as Murphy scoffed. "Well, fine then. Be that way."
They walked to the door before Louis turned back to you. "...You'll regret this, YN. You really will."
You glanced back at her as she glared at you before shutting the door as you heard the detectives say something to them.
You sighed heavily. Everything and everyone was getting to you. If you weren't already losing it then these incidents would make you lose it.
You looked up at yourself in the mirror. Tears staining your skin and your eyes red rimmed. Red lips smeared, hair falling out of your bun, a hickey on your neck, a tiny puncture wound on your chest now an angry red dot, and your dress ripped and revealing your bra and shoulder.
You rubbed your face and shook your head. The fact that Billy and Stu got to humiliate you and use you made you want to jump off a building or crawl in a hole. The fact that you didn't fight them at first made it ten times worse...If you hadn't figured out what their last ditch effort was to try and make sure you die in whatever final showdown they had planned...You didn't know whether you would have gone through with it or not.
You glanced down at your clothes on the table in front of you. The locket hidden in your jean pocket. You pulled it out and instantly felt your chest ache. You felt like a traitor. You felt used. You felt stupid. You felt like you let them both down by letting the killers both win.
You slammed your hand on the table in anger and pain as you quietly cried to yourself.
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You sat in the courtyard with Hallie rubbing your arm as you talked to her, Derek and Mickey sadly watching and exchanging glances to each other every so often as you spoke. The Detectives were a few yards away on a bench.
"-And then I ran. I ran as fast as I could."
"YN, I'm so sorry...Whoever it was is going to pay." Hallie muttered beside you.
Mickey added. "Well, I think Gus is just going to have to sit on it or get one of the other girls to do Cassandra."
You sniffed and nodded. "Oh yeah. I can't even be in that dressing room again...And on stage...I swore I saw them. I swear I did."
Hallie gave you a sympathetic look. "Honey, you couldn't have...I think you just saw...Well with the sounds and mask and knives. It's not good for trauma-."
You nodded and gave a bitter smile. "Yeah, I know. I'm losing it, apparently."
Derek finally spoke up. "No, you're not! You're under a lot of stress and pressure and this sicko is loving every minute of it."
You shook your head. "I shouldn't even be around any of you, I'm putting you in danger-"
Mickey bent down in front of you to look directly at your eyes as you sat on the bench. "YN. STOP." He stood back up as you looked at him. "We aren't going anywhere. You were attacked when you were alone. Being alone isn't the answer."
Hallie gripped your hand in her own. "Exactly! YN, I know we barely know each other but you're my roommate and I'm not going to let you isolate yourself for the killers to nab. That's just stupid! And the tragic hero complex is so 80s B list horror."
You couldn't help smirking. She smiled back at you before saying. "Come on, girl. You're stuck with us at least till this is over."
Mickey added. "Or someone dies. All of us or…" Hallie glared at him as he fumbled. "Don't look at me like that! A killer is on the loose! Haven't you all seen horror movie sequels?"
Derek glared at him. "Drop it."
You gave the tinest smile. Dabbing at your face with your sleeve. "You're right. I guess it doesn't matter if I'm alone or not. They're going to come after you or me regardless...Knowing them it will be everyone I'm close to first. I mean, they killed Cici and I barely knew her!...They want me to watch and wait till I'm next."
Hallie raised a brow. "...Why are you acting like the killer is plural? Like there's kill-ers?"
You blinked, not knowing what to say when Randy caming running towards you. Panting and gripping his leg as the detectives stood up. You leaned towards him. "Randy, what the hell? What's wrong?"
Mickey hunkered down jokingly. "What is it, Lassie? Is Timmy down the well again?!"
Mickey smirked but lost it as Randy didn't even react to him. Everyone exchanged looks as Randy held up a finger to catch his breath. Soon, he looked at you with complete fear in his eyes; face paler than usual. Your own expression dropped and your gut twisted.
You backed up near the stage as Derek stood up to walk towards you with a smile. His smile faded as he saw the look on your face.
"YN, what is it?"
"Derek. Stay back."
He half scoffed and half chuckled to himself as he walked closer. "What? Why?" You instantly jerked up onto the stage to get away from him. He stopped walking to stare at you. "Hey, what's the matter?"
You huffed, feeling your heart beating out of your chest. "What's the matter? Hallie is dead. Andrews and Richards are dead. The killer is here." His face fell and he went to come towards you before you jerked around the back of a pillar. "I SAID TO STAY BACK!"
He held up his hands, not getting up on stage with you. "Okay...Okay, it's alright."
"What the hell are you doing here after curfew?!"
He shook his head at you, reaching into his pocket. You bent your knees, ready to bolt. You swore it was going to be a gun...But instead, it was a piece of paper.
"You told me to meet you here to talk about...Us."
You scrunched your face, body straightening out of your running stance. "What? Derek... I never gave you a note!"
He looked just as confused as you were before giving a disbelieving smirk. "YN, it was lying outside the car as you drove away. It's in your handwriting. I may not have known you long but I've seen you sign your name enough times on bulletin boards and that assignment we have in Biology."
You cautiously walked towards him, eyeing him as you went to the edge of the stage where he held up the note to you. You locked eyes...You didn't see any ill will.
Your fingers snatched it...It was in your handwriting all right. Identical.
"There's no way... Derek, I didn't write this! I would have never had you meet me here! The only reason I'm here is because I was running away from the killer."
"Well, if you didn't then who did?..." He trailed off as you heard something behind you. The background to the stage rising up. You turned around, the stage was still dark. But two figures stood there barely highlighted in the dim lighting. Long hair. Curly hair. Two petite feminine silhouettes.
"Murphy?....Louis?"
They didn't move or make a sound. Standing up straight in the dark shadows on stage.
You looked towards Derek who jumped on stage with you. You shyed away from him as he got close. He looked a bit hurt by that as he kept walking towards the figures. Derek spared you a confused glance as you followed behind him.
"Hey...Did my Kappa brothers put you up to this as a prank?...Murphy?...Louis?" Derek mumbled, swallowing as they both stood stock still. He rolled his eyes when they didn't answer. "Listen, this isn't funny. Someone is after YN."
You felt a deep, unnerving, erriness creeping inside you as he got closer. "Derek, wait." You went to reach out to him...Something was wrong. You didn't like it.
Without warning...The overhead spotlight flipped on. You both shielded your eyes to look at it behind you. Your heart hammered as you both looked at each other before turning back around.
A strangled scream ripped from your throat as you covered your mouth. Derek stumbled backwards. "Fucking shit!" Tripping over his own feet as he was mere inches from two corpses. Both girls tied upright to wooden stage props, throats slit, faces blue and eyes rolled back.
Murphy and Louis head of Delta Lambda Zeta. By the looks of it, they had been dead for hours.
He fumbled his way over to you as you stared in horror. He jerked you out of the way as the stage's backdrop came back down. Making the two dead girls go out of sight. You went to run to one end of the stage to escape and another background dropped. The one with a wooden door built into it. You fiddled with the stage door to see it was locked. Derek looked at you a second, hesitantly going to the otherside for it to do the same. He didn't try the door as the spotlight shined on you. He backed up to get near you as you both waited. You and him both were cornered on the center of the stage.
"He's messing with us." You hissed, trying to control your breathing. You jumped when lightning cracked on stage. The ominous music in the background as fake lightning and thunder rippled overhead.
Derek called out. "Hey! Show yourself! Where are you?!"
"Right here."
You both whipped your head around to see Ghostface ascending the steps.
"You're fast, YN."
You subconsciously backed up as Derek put you behind himself. "Stay behind me, YN."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you...You really trust him?...After all, History repeats itself."
Soon, the voice box was turned off...The voice you heard made your heart stop. "You think he actually liked you without a motive, YN? Hmm?"
You watched the killer as the mask was taken off... A bloody mark on his forehead from the car crash and Hallie's blood on his knife.
"...Mickey." Your voice quivered.
Your mouth hung open as it became hard to breathe...You thought for sure it would be Billy or Stu under that mask. Your whole world was turned upside down in an instant. You knew the killer was too bulky in the car to be Stu's tall lanky self but since you only thought they were involved...You just never guessed...
He raised the voice box to his mouth, glaring at you. "Surprise, YN." He threw it off stage. "Guess Sidney got her big surprise last movie...Now, it's your turn. Sequels are always better by a long shot. You should feel honored."
"What the... Fuck?!" Derek exclaimed, eyebrows shot up and mouth parted.
Mickey started ripping off the costume as he spoke. "Since Derek here disappeared on my ass...I've been on my own all fuckin' night." He threw his costume down in irritation as he glared right at Derek.
You blinked, looking over at Derek as he stared at you. You shook your head and backed away.
"Thanks a lot, partner." Mickey gave with a slight smirk.
Derek took a step towards him. "You mother fucker!" He looked back over to you. Your eyes wide as you took another shaky step back. Your heart crushed that it was true...He really didn't like you for you.
"YN, you know me!"
"Oh, Derek. No she doesn't…" Mickey gave in an amused drawl. Shaking his head as a smirk spread over his face. His eyes went right to you...Truly looking at the man in front of you now. Knowing those talks in the hospital were fake and that he had this in mind the entire time made you sick.
He smiled. "Come on, YN. I gotta have a partner. I couldn't have possibly done this alone...How did Murphy and Louis get here while I was chasing you?"
You lost all your bravery for a moment. Knowing this was the man responsible. They both were. Facing off with Billy and Stu was one thing...These were relative strangers that manipulated you. You didn't know what they were capable of. You were terrified.
"God, Derek…" You whispered as tears sprung to your eyes. Betrayal evident in your tone as you fought the sickness twisting your gut.
"No! No, no, no! YN, please-" Derek begged, giving you a desperate gaze that you couldn't trust. You backed against the thick backdrop behind you. He reached a hand out and you shrank away. "YN, he's lying! The man is lying! Please!"
"It's okay, Derek. We got her. You can drop the act." Mickey monotoned. Giving Derek a challenging look.
Derek's teeth clenched as he shook his head, turning around to glare daggers at Mickey. "I'm gonna fucking kill you!" Derek rushed him. Without a moment's hesitation, Mickey drew Andrews gun from his waistband and fired.
You screamed and closed your eyes right before as you saw Derek fall backwards on stage. Knocked off his feet as he landed hard on his back. You shakily watched as he tried to raise his head to look down at the hole in his chest. Coughing up a bit of blood as it soaked his shirt.
You hesitated a moment before rushing towards him, getting on your knees to see. "Derek?" You swallowed, tears in your eyes as you realized Mickey really was lying...There was no faking this wound. "Derek, I'm sorry." You rushed out, trying to hold his hand. Your face twisted painfully.
He looked at you, coughing a bit. "I...I would never hurt you...I was going to ask if...If you wanted…"
You urgently waited until his eyes glazed over and unfocused. A choked cry escaped you as you felt his body go limp. "Derek?...No, Derek!…" You hung your head and gripped his hand tightly. It was limp but still warm as you brought it up to your lips. Your face twisted into a sob as you released his hand to let it fall to his side.
"Aw, I think he wanted to go on a date. A better one than the first... Jeez, YN. What a massive disappointment for poor Derek Feldman." He pointed the gun at you as you slowly stood. Tears streamed down your face as he got closer. "You should really work on your trust issues."
You slowly looked over to Mickey. You felt your upper lip raise as your hands shook. He gestured to Derek on the ground. "I mean, poor Derek. He's completely innocent! And such a nice boy too." Mickey was animated as he ranted all while you sniffed and clutched your head. "He's bright, funny and handsome. He was going to be a Doctor! He is the exact boy you want to bring back home from college to meet your friends...If you had any left."
"FUCK YOU!!"
Mickey instantly brought the gun up to your temple. "OH! SO VULGAR! Would Billy let you talk to him this way?!"
"Billy's a sick FUCK just like you!" You growled out.
Mickey shook his head with a smirk before looking back at you. "NO. Billy was a sick fuck that tried to get away with it. " He pointed the gun at himself with a crazed look in his eyes. "Mickey is a sick fuck that wants to get caught."
"I don't give a shit, you freak!"
"Oh really?" He pointed the gun back at you. "I bet Billy got to tell you his whole plan; NO interruptions! You are so RUDE, YN! And to a guy who has your whole life in his finger tip!!... So, I'm going to ask you again...Did Billy let you get away with this level of disrespect? HUH?!" The gun was at your temple as you took in a sharp breath.
Mickey's eyes widened to saucer plates as an arm wrapped around his throat with a knife to the side of his neck. Another knife aimed right at his side, ready to gut him horizontally at any moment.
Your breath caught in your throat…
"Why don't you ask him yourself, you stupid fuck."
You never thought in a million years you'd be relieved to see those two.
Mickey went to raise his gun and released a sharp groan when the knife to his throat nicked him. "Go on. Raise that fucking gun and we'll get this party started, baby." Stu grinned while having Mickey in a chokehold. "Man, is this the loser impersonating us?...What a freakin bum. Actually, who the hell even are you anyways?"
Billy stood to the side, knife ready at Mickey's abdomen. "Don't know...Don't really care." Billy's eyes darted to you. "Glad the sick fuck came to save your sorry ass?"
You choked on a sob that turned into a cynical snort of laughter. "Hate to say it but...Actually yeah. I won't retract my statement."
He smirked at that before his eyes darted back to Mickey. "Yeah well, regardless, don't get too happy. You're our kill, not this prick's."
Mickey looked starstruck as a giant disbelieving grin stretched across his face. Sweat ran down his temple as he grappled at Stu's arm to keep from choking. "Holy fucking shit... I can't believe it...It's actually Billy fucking Loomis." He choked out.
Stu scoffed. "Uh and Stu fucking Macher has a knife to your neck."
Mickey ignored him as he steadied himself. Not as tall as Stu but pretty close and a lot more muscular. If it wasn't for the knives in place, you knew he could over power them both individually. Together was debatable.
His eyes never left Billy's. "Billy, I thought you were dead... Everyone did...I mean, you're like the whole inspo here!" He coughed out.
Billy sneered at him. "Stop riding my dick and tell me who else is in on this."
Mickey shook his head with a grin. Face red as Stu tightened his grip. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Do not fuck with me." Billy ordered, pressing the knife enough to make Mickey wince. He swallowed before gasping out laughter. "Holy fuck...She's gonna be over the moon!"
"That-" Billy pressed the knife to his abdomen. "Is the only reason I'm not making you eat your own intestines yet...Who are you working with?"
Mickey just chuckled as Stu jerked him. "Stop laughing, asshole! We know you're too stupid to do this on your own. Just come out with it man before you get your fingers cut off...Who is your teammate here?"
You watched, eyes darting to the door Derek never attempted. You wondered if Mickey would shoot you or if Stu or Billy would go after you. You didn't get to think long as you heard Mickey gag as Stu choked him harder and Billy's knife drew a tiny bit of blood at his side.
"I'M NOT ASKING AGAIN! Who is your fucking partner?!"
*click*
"Me."
….
Everything in your world stopped as you heard the voice… You never suspected that voice. EVER. You felt your mouth hang open as a breath caught in your throat. The gun was cocked at Stu's head as he and Billy both froze. Eyes wide and just as shocked as you were.
"Let go of him or I will blow your tiny fucking brains out all over the stage." She snapped, her gun jammed at Stu's skull. "NOW."
Stu hesitated before Mickey elbowed him and twisted out of his grip. Billy raised his knife and Mickey showed him the gun with a cocky smirk.
"Drop your toys, boys. Go on. Drop them."
Billy and Stu didn't comply and she aimed the gun at you. "Want me to blow her head off? I don't have any issue with that. It's gonna happen anyways but this way we can just get it done and over with."
You saw the fear in their eyes as she fired a shot. You yelped, clutching your head as it went by you. You could feel the air skid by as it made a hole in the backdrop.
"Oh shoot. I missed. Maybe I need to aim again?-"
"NO!" Stu exclaimed, trying to get towards you. Mickey aimed the gun at him. "Better do what my lady says then. She's got a wicked temper...I fucking love it."
She smirked at that before used her gun to motion outward. "Hurl em into the seats. Right now. Can't have you both grabbing them during the final act."
Billy bit his inner cheek, glancing at you before tossing his knife. Stu did the same.
She wore a sickeningly sweet smile. "Atta boys…" She side eyed you with a smirk. "Girl, I see the appeal; I really do! They're so cute."
You stared at her, shaking your head as your lip trembled. You didn't know her long but it was long enough to form a bond. It was enough to rock your world. It was enough to make you question everything.
You could only move your eyes as Debbie had a death grip on you and a knife so dangerously close to your neck you couldn't move without it hitting you.
You glanced over to see Cotton Weary standing there Dewey's gun. "GOD DAMN IT!" He jumped on stage as everybody circled. Debbie tripped with you in her grasp. You winced, terrified of that knife puncturing your skin. Billy and Stu both had their knives out as everyone was closer to each other than what you liked. Billy still held onto the useless gun and held it at Cotton.
"Okay, okay, okay. Everybody slow down." Cotton ordered. "I have had a very, very bad day and I would like to know exactly what the FUCK is going on here!?...YN?"
You muttered. "Cotton, she has a knife to my throat and he has an empty gun on us. I think that's what's important here."
Cotton instantly whipped his gun at Billy who still aimed his unloaded gun at Cotton. Trying to call his bluff as Cotton raised his brows at him and adjusted his hands on the grip. Billy glared at him a moment as Stu laid eyes on the other gun you and Debbie had been fighting over.
Stu went for it and Cotton yelled at them both before firing on the ground. "Don't you fuckers even think about it!"
They both backed off with Cotton being the only one with a loaded weapon. Billy still held onto his to outsmart Cotton. You anxiously needed that gun on the ground knowing there was now only one bullet left in the gun Cotton had a hold of, if that.
"That still doesn't answer my fucking question, YN." Cotton growled out.
"Cotton...Meet Billy Loomis's Mother. She's the killer."
Cotton blinked in surprise. "...What?" He backed up just to back into Derek's corpse on the ground. "Jesus christ!" He jumped away before quickly aiming the gun again. He looked on the ground behind you, gesturing with your gun. "Whose these guys?"
"The victim behind you is Derek...And the two other killers are behind us; Mickey and Hallie." You gave, swallowing as you looked at Derek on the ground.
"...Okaayyy." He directed his attention to Billy and Stu. His eyes narrowed. "Who the hell are you?...You look familiar in a bad way."
You answered for them. "Just two assholes that are also killers. Look, Cotton-"
"Shut up." Cotton cut you off.
He eyed Debbie warily as she looked over your shoulder. "So...Hi." He said with a smirk to her.
Debbie nodded and mouthed Hi back to him as she used you as a human shield.
"You're uh…"Cotton smirked while licking his lips nervously. "You're not Debbie Salt, are you? You're not with Post-Telegraph."
Cotton tripped over a pillar and caught himself. Billy and Stu tried circling to the gun and he whipped Dewey's revolver in their direction. Stu mumbled. "This is fucking stupid playing ring around the rosey here. It's three against one!"
Cotton jerked the gun to him. "You wanna try it? Be my guest. I'm sure your bum leg will help a lot." He directed the gun at Billy. "And I'd say YN's telling the truth considering your fingers been on that trigger but no attempt to use it."
Stu hesitated but didn't make a move to the gun near the edge of the stage. Billy sneered at him. "You wanna take that chance, Weary?"
Cotton narrowed his eyes and Billy rolled his lips but held the glare. If Cotton recognized the killers that framed him, it was over. He'd waste a bullet on them and Debbie would slice your throat.
"Cotton!" You tried getting his attention away. "Ignore them, he's bluffing. SHE is who we need to worry about. "
Debbie spoke up. "More like who you need to worry about...Isn't that right, Cotton? I'm not with the Post-Telegraph. But I can still help you." She urged, getting you and her both closer to him. He jumped back so all of you were still in his field of vision. "Ah, ah, ah!" He warned, arm tightly locked with his gun.
Debbie desperately tempted him as she hissed near your ear. "You don't need her." She yelled at him. " Let me kill her!"
Billy spoke up. "No, I-"
"Hush!" Debbie snapped at him as he looked taken aback at her harsh tone. "You don't have it in you. I can see it! You hesitated because she manipulated you and I can't take that chance...You're like your Father; a woman whispers sweet nothings in your ear and you get weak!...This isn't even about you now, dear. Not as deep as we all are in this."
Cotton whipped his head to Billy again, trying to put two and two together but thankfully Debbie's screaming drew him back. "Let me kill her! As long as she's alive, you'll never be the lead of the story. That's what you want isn't it, Cotton? If you REALLY wanna be in the spotlight; just let me kill her...Right now."
Cotton stared at you as Billy lowered his knife, looking at his Mom with a shocked stare. Now without a loaded gun in his hand; truths were coming out.
"Then you're the only survivor...You're the star!" Debbie gave a psychotic laugh over your shoulder. When Cotton didn't react, Debbie yelled at him. "YOU WERE IN PRISON FOR A YEAR!"
You rolled your lips. "You wanna let him know the reasons why...The reasons right here on stage so we can end this discussion right now? So he can be taken from you for real this time?" You growled under your breath to her, side eyeing both culprits. You changed dynamics. You didn't want Cotton to shoot them but if it scared Debbie enough to let you go or stop manipulating Cotton then you'd take it.
Billy and Stu both gave each other looks as Debbie snarled over your shoulder to Cotton. "She got all the sympathy and fame these last few years while you got tossed to the side. Your character wasn't even in Stab! Personally, I think it's rather poetic to get rid of her and have the real victim here get the limelight he deserves."
Cotton's eyes darted between you and Debbie as he lowered the gun ever so slightly... Before aiming it at you.
You were only a few feet from Cotton as you shook your head and sucked in a whimper. "Cotton, don't you listen to her!"
Cotton smirked with scoff. "Well. Heh...Well, this is quite a predicament you're in here, YN. I mean, you got four people with your life in their hands right now."
"Cotton-"
"I mean, she makes a good point. Bet that interview is looking pretty good right now…" He raised a brow at you. "Hm?"
You glared at the ceiling realizing he was blackmailing you. You rolled your lips and nodded.
"....It's a Deal."
Everyone jumped when a shot rang out. You released a yelp, feeling the impact of something wet hitting your skin and you and Debbie both falling backwards. You heard Billy shout to the top of his lungs the second you both hit the floor.
…..
You laid there a second, blinking. You thought you were hit until you sat up with a cough. Looking behind you to see Debbie laying there with her eyes wide open and her throat with a bloody hole in it.
You looked to Billy who gave Cotton the most enraged, pain filled yell as he went to charge him.
Cotton went to aim his gun but it clicked just like you knew it would. You scrambled for the other gun, grabbing it and aiming at Billy. Firing a shot as he fell backwards to avoid it.
You didn't have a choice and he threatened your life. You didn't have time to dwell on whether or not to shoot.
He slowly raised back up and looked at you from the ground. Total shock on his face before it formed into pure, devastated rage. His eyes darted to his Mom laying behind you. He went to go towards you both when Stu grabbed him. "We gotta go, NOW." Stu jerked him up the best he could before saving himself and quickly staggering away. "Or I'll go and you get caught! Whatever!"
Billy seethed but forced himself, glaring at you and Cotton before bolting. Cotton tried running towards them aiming his gun and firing just for it to click again.
"Hey, get the fuck back here! HEY!"
Billy and Stu jumped through the hole in the stage wall to escape.
You watched for a moment before lowering the gun. "Let them go, Cotton." You mumbled while still sitting on the ground.
Cotton turned back towards you, rushing over to offer you a hand. "YN, you alright?...Who the hell were those guys? I swear to god they looked like-" He shook his head at that idea.
You sighed heavily. "Just two assholes in over their heads." You monotoned as he gave you a strange look and helped you up.
"Shouldn't we stop them??"
You smirked and shook your head. "No. I think Tim and James are going to have enough issues with their posters on every corner. Chief Hartley's orders." You glanced over at Mrs. Loomis on the ground before you held out your hand to Cotton. "Cotton, give me the gun"
He hesitated before nodding and giving it to you. "Yeah! Yeah, sure. Okay, take it...Uh, it's empty though?"
"I know. It's Dewey Riley's. I want to make sure it's giving back to his family after the police investigation. " You mumbled, burning in your throat at the idea he was gone too.
Cotton nodded solemnly before giving a nervous chuckle, talking with his hands. "You know I- I was bluffing. I would never, ever do anything to hurt you." You allowed him to help you up and gave him a raised brow once you were standing. "Even for some fame?"
He opened his mouth to speak as you walked over to Mrs. Loomis. Glaring down at her and kicking her to see if she moved while Cotton rambled. "Uh, you know YN. We should probably talk about what exactly happened here...Ya know, get our stories straight for the press statement-"
You looked over at him to say something when someone grabbed your leg. You and him both jumped with a yell. You looked to see Mrs.Loomis-
...Was still dead. However, Gale's hand had a death grip on your jeans from down below stage. You both heard a faint voice as her head popped up. "Could somebody get me out of here?"
You and Cotton offered her a hand to pull her up. "God Gale, you're still alive?" You huffed out as you helped her up. She gave a glare at you. "Yeah, too bad for you it bounced off one of my ribs."
You and him hoisted her up, seeing the red on the side of her white shirt. Cotton sighed heavily. "Jesus Gale, you scared the crap outta me. You got more lives than a cat!...Anyone else down there?" She shook her head as Cotton helped her the rest of the way. You walked over to Mrs.Loomis once again.
"So much for reporting from the trenches, huh?"
Cotton quipped.
"Shut up, Cotton."
Gale ventured over to you. "Where are they?"
"Gone."
Her brows raised. "GONE?!"
"Don't stretch your bullet wound, Gale. Chief Hartley already has a warrant out for them."
Gale huffed at the remark as you both glanced back down at Mrs. Loomis. She saw two guns in your hand. "Can I have one of those?"
You frowned and showed her Dewey's. "Dewey's is empty...Is he?" You softly asked. She averted her eyes, a heaviness in her gaze as she nodded. You felt your eyes burn as you forcefully sucked in a breath before glaring down at the woman to blame for all of this.
You both glared back down at 'Debbie'.
"Is the crazy bitch dead?"
You shrugged with a shake of your head. "Don't know...They always come back somehow."
Everything was quiet as you both watched her glazed over eyes unblinking at the ceiling.
Suddenly, someone made a noise behind you. You both whipped around to see Mickey. He was clinging to Hallie, dragging her lifeless body away while he could barely move. "Come on, baby...Come on, wake up...This...This isn't-" He had tears running down his face. One side ran blood with his eye bloodshot. How he survived had to be short of a miracle or pure unhinged ambition.
You watched them with a heavy heart despite it all...Hallie and him really were what could have been had you made the other choice two years ago. Mickey's eyes focused on you. He looked feral; in pain, dying, devastated and backed into a corner.
He went to lunge at you with a scream. Cotton and Gale jumped as you unloaded bullets into him. At least 6 rounds til one finally hit his head. He fell backwards and collapsed back down on the floor on top of Hallie. You watched as his body finally went slack and his hand fell onto hers.
"Woah!" Cotton yelled as you lowered your gun.
You turned back to Debbie on the ground. You raised the gun and fired a shot right in the middle of her forehead. She didn't budge but you still had to. Hallie, Mickey and now Debbie are all shot in the head… Mickey being the first blood truly on your hands. Self defense or not, it was still bizarre to think you now had a kill count.
"...Just in case." You gave as both Cotton and Gale looked at you. You dropped the cops gun on stage with a loud thud and started walking away, Dewey's in your waistband.
You paused to glance at Derek. You felt a pain in your chest and bent down. Your hand shakily reached over to his face and you ran a palm over his eyes to close them. You stood back up with a heavy sigh and walked down the stairs to the aisle and made your way outside where you called and waited on the steps for police to arrive.
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"I'm fine-"
The Doctor gave you a look. "You have a mild concussion, YN. Besides, I would think you would want to be in a safe hospital after everything that happened."
You couldn't argue with that. "Well...I'm allowed to leave right? Or visit?"
"Yes, the Chief told me before entering you're free to go whenever but I really think you should stay here where the police are for the night...Just my professional opinion."
You groaned but nodded as you sat on the bed with a gown. It was practically an order from the police to get checked out. You personally gave Dewey's gun to Hartley specifically giving instructions to give it back once it was all said and done.
"Alright, we're prescribing 600mg of Ibuprofen you can pick up after tomorrow. Tonight, I'll start you on Tylenol to reduce the risk of bleeding...Your concussion is very mild but I still would rather be safe than sorry."
"Thanks." You tiredly said with a small smile as you got comfortable in the bed. The nurse with the Doctor dimmed the lights and offered you a blanket before he checked your monitor. The Doctor and nurse walked out as you looked at the clock. It was the next day, late afternoon. You were so tired your eyelids felt like weights were on them. Counting since what happened to Randy, it had been a whole 12 hours of absolute chaos.
You rolled your eyes and sighed to yourself at your own fear, realizing there was no way Billy or Stu could sneak in. Sneak out of an armed hospital, maybe, but not as likely to sneak in...Especially with cops outside your door anticipating the two suspects that escaped; Tim and James.
'Might as well get some rest...I'll call my family when I wake up. The idea of explaining all this AGAIN sounds like hell.'
Your eyes drifted shut. You wanted to worry and cry and pace and everything else but...You were too drained. Everything hurt, you had bruises everywhere, you had a horrible headache, you were emotionally and mentally drained. Sleep was by far the best thing you could do for yourself at the moment.
……..
"...Hey...Hey, wake up."
Your eyes fluttered as you heard someone in your room. You didn't even realize you drifted to sleep. You groaned and looked at the clock. 11 pm. You looked over in confusion to see Gale standing beside your bed in her own hospital gown.
"....Gale?"
She stared down at you. You gave a tired groan as you sat up. "If you try to smother me with a pillow, I'll get a nurse." You deadpanned. Half serious, half joking as she rolled her eyes.
"Please, if I want to kill you it would be a lot more original than One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest." She raised her brows at you. "We need to talk."
"How did you even get in?"
She rolled her eyes again. "I'm visiting, I'm not a criminal. The cops let me right in. Besides, I was on my way to smoke anyways...Fucking 90's not letting you smoke in your damn room your paying for-" She grumbled to herself before turning her attention back to you.
Gale stared you down. "Why did you lie?" She hissed under her breath.
You raised a brow. "I don't know what you're talking about."
She sat on your bed and leaned over to you with a glare. "Don't fuck with me. Me and you both know damn well who they were...So, why did you tell the cops it was just Tim and James?!"
You whispered back to her. "Gale, they were just two idiots imitating them and Mrs. Loomis in her cracked out mind bought it. So did I at first. Billy and Stu died in that fire. You know that."
She smacked the hospital bed near your legs in irritation. "I know what I saw and who they were!-"
You shhed her. "Be Quiet. I have a concussion you know. Besides, my nurse will personally kick you out if he hears you yelling down the hall."
She glared at you with a shake of her head. "Stop playing dumb."
"I'm not-"
"You're right, you don't have to pretend...Look. If Billy and Stu lived and they were on that stage like I fucking KNOW they were...And you're helping them escape the law; prison. You will be locked up for a long time...So, how about we call a truce and you tell me the truth? I will make sure you're the innocent stockholm girl that didn't know any better in every broadcasted news network all over the media, okay babe? Just tell me you saw them and where they are and you will get off scott free!" She gave with a cocky smile.
You gave a huff of laughter with your own smug smirk pulling at your lips. "Oh Gale, anything for a story…" You leaned forward to whisper to her. "Don't you think you look...Crazy? Telling everyone that two murderers survived a house fire with cops surrounding it and somehow miraculously ended up here at Windsor without any burns; just to escape once again?" You chuckled as her face dropped at you just giving her a taste of her own medicine. "You'll be laughed out of every news station, Gale."
She shoved herself off the bed with a wince, gently clutching her side and scoffing at you. "I know who I saw. So did Mrs. Loomis...And so did you."
You dropped the smile to glare back at her. "Well, I'm glad you were so kind to see how I was doing but I think I'm done with our little visit."
"Likewise."
She went to walk away and you stopped her. "Oh Gale?"
She slowly looked over her shoulder. "...What?" She grunted with scowl.
"Ya know, Hallie had a good idea. I think I'm taking it...I'm suing you and Stab for defamation of character. You didn't have a right to have me in your book with false information and neither does Stab. The fact you claimed I was in a secret relationship with the killers and helped them is enough to win a case...Be lucky if you don't get jail time with that lawsuit."
Her mouth dropped as she turned to you with an outraged glare. "I will shred you to pieces!-"
You held up a finger. "Ah, ah, ah! You might be on camera or the cops could hear any threats you make. If I was you, I'd be quiet...Don't want to look guilty." You used her words and tone from a few days ago against her.
She stared at you a long moment before a small bitter smirk played at her lips. "Not bad...Not as good as me but not bad for a 20 year old kid." She went to the door, looking over her shoulder at you one last time. "This isn't over...If I find proof you're lying and you follow through with this silly lawsuit idea...I will ruin your whole fucking life."
"Good luck." You gave, smirking while your eyes held nothing but malice in them towards her.
She shut the door and you collapsed against the bed. Releasing a long groan before a small satisfied smile graced your lips.
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You ran a hand over your head as you talked on the phone with your parents. "Yeah, can you guys pick me up tomorrow at the airport? Yes...Yes, I'm sure. I need the longest break after this and I already bought a ticket home… No, you don't need to drive like last time. Yeah, I miss you guys too…I know...Did you guys send those flowers to the Feldman's for me? Thanks. I think they wanted a private funeral; I can't blame them. We'll get some for everyone elses funerals when I get back...Okay, love you. See you tomorrow...Okay bye." You put it back on the receiver on the table. Too many flowers and stuffed animals to count, you doubted you could take them. For now you just tried to finish packing.
You folded some remaining clothes in a suitcase. Making sure Sidney's locket was laying in a side pocket before zipping it up next to Tatum's butterfly belt. "There...Done." You mumbled with your hands on your hips as you stretched your back. You couldn't wait to get home. Your first taste of college campus being an awful one. Even the first week you had fun was tainted by Hallie and Mickey's two faced bullshit. Derek and Cici and your Professor were the only good memories here...Of course, Randy. Your mind thought of him and you closed your eyes. You still couldn't think of him without crying. He was on life support barely hanging on and most likely not going to make it.
'He doesn't deserve this...Debbie I hope you're in misery in Hell or just a fucking black abyss...No, no wait! Even better; you get to experience what him and Dewey did for all of eternity, you crazy fucking piece of shit.' You thought with your jaw clenched.
You and Randy should have been having the time of your lives. You and Derek should have gone on that date. You should have made memories to last a lifetime… Good ones.
You had an impulsive thought you knew Andrews and Richards would scream at you for even thinking it. But it was daylight...You knew with Randy that didn't matter but...You just felt you had to.
You debated before getting your jacket and going. Locking your dorm before leaving with a knife in your pocket and some shades on to block the sunlight. Knives weren't allowed on campus but you didn't care after everything that happened just three days prior.
You made your way to the one spot you had the best memory at. Passing by headlines on bulletin boards and newspaper stands with Cotton as the man of the hour. You both still had an interview with Diane Sawyer later this month; just like you promised. Surprisingly, the hype around you among college kids was dying down. Now, some kid that jumped off the roof of the Dean's office as a dare was the center story. You smiled to yourself at that. For the first time, the media didn't bother you as they asked questions here and there. You putting the focus on Cotton made them less interested in you. You knew contacting a lawyer to sue Stab and thee Gale Weathers would change that but you were fine with that too.
For the first time in a while; you felt like yourself again before the murders...Still fearful but the guilt of Billy and Stu and Tatum and Sidney all faded ever so slightly. Now, Randy was your main focus as you prayed he pulled through and no one did anything stupid.
You sighed as you saw it in the distance. The love shack you teased Randy about. You smiled and made your way to it. Struggling to help yourself up on the roof without his help but you managed. You scooted on your back to the center and looked up at the clouds...It wasn't nearly as pretty as that starry night but it was close. You looked around to make sure you were alone before fully relaxing.
You closed your eyes, the clouds shading you as a light autumn wind blew through the nearby trees. You felt calm and relaxed. This spot reminded you of your time together after so long...It was exactly what you needed.
"Hey, Sweetcheeks. Fancy seeing you here."
Your eyes snapped open and you jerked up with a gasp.
…..No one. You looked fearfully around yourself, clutching the knife in your pocket before releasing a breath and running a hand over your face. "God…You need to make an appointment with your therapist...You're losing it." You mumbled to yourself.
Suddenly, you heard him again. "Nope, you're not...I mean, you might be but not right now."
Your eyes widened and you went to scream as he peeked his head up from over the edge. He quickly put a finger up to his mouth. "SHH! I come in peace, chill!"
Your chest heaved as you scooted as far away as possible while he stared at you from the ground. Tall enough you could see half of his face. His hair was an unnatural black box dye now, most likely to try and throw off cops.
"STU...I swear I'll scream at the top of my lungs and someone will find us!" You warned, whipping out your knife as he gave you a mocking smile.
"Cute knife...Look, If I wanted to kill you, don't you think I'd risk it off campus? At night preferably with my old mask on?"
You stared a moment before your shoulders untensed and you lowered your legs from your chest. You debated before putting the knife back in your pocket.
He smiled at that. "Atta girl. Can I come up, YN?"
"Uh, you're on the run?? And what if someone sees you?!"
"No ones around, I checked. Not even that nosey ass Gale. You don't spend two years straight on the run and not know a thing or two about casing out an area." He tilted his head with a playful smirk. "And I think they'll have a hard time looking for a dark haired college kid with piercings on a huge campus...Ya like it?"
You raised a brow, sensing no danger from him at the moment. "It's...Edgy. Very you."
He grinned and climbed up. Struggling with a limp to his leg. "Alriiight! I can dig that." He scooted beside you and you eased a foot away. To your surprise he got the hint and stayed put.
He lost the smirk while giving you an earnest expression. "Hey, I'm not here to hurt you. Take a chill pill."
You scoffed with a disbelieving laugh as you listed the reasons on your fingertips. "You hate me. You tried to kill me. You've been trying to kill me for two years and you expect me to drop my guard down just like that?"
He pouted and leaned back on his elbows. "No, I guess not…"
You watched him for a moment, studying him before throwing up your arms. "Okay, what gives? Why are you risking getting caught just to freaking cloud gaze with me right now?"
"I have questions that are keeping me up at night. I have a feeling you're leaving and thought it was now or never. I've been sneaking around for days, lucky me you showed up here at my hideout."
You cringed at that realizing he could have killed you if he wanted to and you would have fell right into it. You felt embarrassed you risked this and vowed to yourself to never tell anyone.
"Yeah well, so do I...Where's Billy?"
Stu scoffed with a scowl at the mention of his name. "Don't know, don't care. I stopped him from offing himself that night and we had a fight before we both told each other to piss off...I'm done following his plans, man. I'm done with it being 'Billy & Stu'...Why does my name come up last?! I come up last for everything as long as he's involved. He tried to sell me out after all this time together, so fuck him!...I'm just done!"
You frowned deeply at hearing that. "Is he okay?"
He raised his brow at you with a lopsided smirk. "Why do you care? You tried to shoot him. Can't blame you considering he was going to shoot you or his mom...My bets on you, sorry but I think it's a good bet. Whatever, man. It's his fault for switching sides with his nutty mom over his partner he had a 3 year long run with. What a hypocrite badgering you all these years just to do the same shit."
You nodded with a scowl. "No, you're right. All of this is your own fault. Whatever happens to him...Happens….Same for you."
You expected Stu to argue but he nodded. "No...You're right. It is."
You raised your brows at him. "Uh...Are you sure you're not up to something because you just agreed with me?"
He shrugged. "No, It's true. I'm not sorry for killing but I guess after Hallie roasted me and Billy's scheme two years ago...I got to thinking; Maybe we had some of this coming to us after all? We didn't think it through as much as I thought we did. 18 year old Stu thought it was a genius but after these last few years of surviving…" He trailed off and shook his head. "Whatever. I'm still pissed at you, FYI."
You scoffed at the audacity he still had. "Well, I'm still pissed at you too. You did plenty of damage to my life and the people I cared about."
He turned to you with a glare, a bruise on his temple where Billy hit him with the gun. "You told me you loved me...And then you fucking punked me out! That was a low down, dirty, BITCH thing to do."
You gave him an outraged scoff. "UH, you were trying to CHOKE me to death? That was a low down, crazy, JACKASS thing to do." You gave him a 'duh' look that would make Tatum proud.
He huffed with an annoyed, mocking smirk. "Yeah well, excuse me for being low on blood, heart broken in half and a little ticked off you called the cops." He jeered.
You went to argue back but groaned lightly. Rubbing your head as your concussion made you feel dizzy.
He raised a brow. "...What's with the shades? It's cloudy today. "
"Concussion...I'm shocked you don't have one."
"I probably do, but you know, I can't go to the hospital around here."
"Yep, that sucks...How's your leg?"
He cringed. "Eh, hurts. No shit, right?" He chuckled a bit at that before pointing to his upper right thigh. "It skimmed the fatty part and went *zoop*-" He gave an added sound effect and a visual with his hands. "- Clean through so not too much damage. I got a sick new bullet hole in my jeans though. It looks badass."
You couldn't help a chuckle. "I bet it does."
You both were silent a moment before he cleared his throat. "Okay...I guess it's obvious but I actually wanted to ask...Why? Why didn't you give out our real identity? Billy wanted to know too before we had it out." He gave you a serious stare. "I mean, you had your opportunity to clear your name and get us caught and never have to worry about us again...I honestly expected to see Stu Macher on the news, not just Tim...So, why didn't you do it?"
You sighed to yourself, thinking before shaking your head with a shrug. "I guess...I didn't see a need to. You both technically didn't murder anyone this time. You both could have killed me and didn't...Billy's stunt is debatable." You looked up at the sky as you spoke. "And...You shoved me out of the way of Debbie's gunfire no matter the motive. Then you helped me in the control room...It had to count for something."
You looked over at him to get the record straight before he got ahead of himself.
"Before you get heart eyes; Me and you will never be back to what we had at Woodsboro. You used me, you lied to me, you blackmailed me. Worst of all, you helped kill my two best friends and I'll never forgive you for that. EVER. I don't care what your reason was; I'll always hate you for it."
He frowned at the words you used but nodded; not saying anything.
You frowned as well. "Do I...Get an apology? Anything?"
He shook his head with a casual response and a light shrug. "Nope."
"Seriously??"
"Hey, I'm not the good guy here. I'll never feel bad about killing anyone, YN. You told Hallie about Mickey because you know it first hand, babe." He glanced over at you before giving a sigh and rolling his eyes."Buuttttttt….I guess giving you an ultimatum was really a dick move. That was more Billy than me but still...Sorry, I guess." He mumbled, looking away.
You fidgeted with your jacket's zipper. Rolling your eyes to yourself before forcing it out. "And uh...I'm sorry for hurting your feelings. I swear to you, I was just trying to do the right thing. Your health outweighed your feelings for me at the time."
He gave a sarcastic smirk and you urged him to look at you. "Hey, I mean it. It may not seem that way to you but it was to me...You and Billy were gonna kill each other. I didn't want you to die two years ago, I didn't want you to die three days ago...Maybe get your ass kicked so hard you're knocked stupid but not killed. Not unless I had no choice like I did with Billy 3 nights ago. I couldn't let him kill Cotton and me and possibly you. So, if I have to; I will kill you but I'm not gonna like it."
He released a snort of laughter at that. "Aw, you're sweet. It's why I gave you your favorite nickname."
You side eyed him. "So...Now what? We're just...Cool now? Just like that?? You just gonna stop having a grudge against me? You swear off of killing me?"
He gave you a mischievous smirk. "Yeah...For now."
"Comforting."
You seriously stared at him. A part of you thought there was no way it was that easy...But this was Stu. He was going to fist fight Randy over a supposed 'stolen' cd he actually misplaced and got over it in 30 minutes when Randy bought him a burger. He was quick to anger and was petty but if the right leverage or distraction came along; he got over it. Casey died because of his pride and Tatum died because you were a new toy he'd rather have and she was in the way...You had to wonder if he was dating you instead; if Casey would have even been a target because he would have been too preoccupied with his relationship with you to care about his ex. That's just how he was; extremely one track minded and fueled by emotion. Meanwhile, Billy was the petty grudge holding King in your eyes. Stu ran on fleeting impulsive emotions while Billy ran on deep rooted betrayals or slights to his ego that no matter how much time went by or apologies; he wasn't getting over it. It was a waiting game for him to decide when enough was enough and you as the target of his anger had to just wait it out or pray he wasn't getting revenge. Billy would probably never forgive you or get over it. You didn't know if you could either...They tried to kill you for god's sakes! You were surprised Stu was trying. A part of you felt miffed at that. Now that he didn't have Billy, he was barking up your tree….However, one less psychotic idiot wanting you dead was better than two.
You asked him. "Now, what are you gonna do?"
"Don't know...I've been lingering around but I'm thinking of heading back to Cali somehow. I hate this cold ass weather, man. I'm not built for this crap." He hugged his arms and shivered as a gust of wind blew past you both.
You smiled. "Yeah, Ohio's 40 degrees with 10 mile per hour wind in October isn't for everyone."
"Don't know how though...Billy took the fucking ride we had. I guess I'll hitchhike? What's the odds of a serial killer picking up another serial killer?"
You clicked your tongue. "I have no idea just aim for one person in the car just in case."
"Nah, I'm buff I can take down an army." He grinned jokingly before giving you a serious stare. "...Whaddya gonna do, Sweetcheeks?"
"Wouldn't you like to know." You muttered while fixing some hair that blew near your face.
He raised up with a huff. "I do! What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means I'd rather not tell a guy that MAY swear off killing me what my future plans are."
He rolled his eyes with a mocking face. "Finnnee...I swear on Billy's Mom that I'm not gonna kill you one day."
"Yyeeaaahhh….No."
You both stared at each other before looking away smiling to yourselves. He looked back over. "Seriously though...Are you heading home?" He mumbled. You thought a moment before nodding. "....Yeah."
He groaned with a nostalgic smile. "God, I'd give anything to be crashing in my old bed with Mom making blueberry waffles on Sundays. Those were the best."
You sighed loudly and he dropped the smile. Nodding to himself.
"Don't say it; I get it already. Our plan sucked and we would have been caught regardless. Don't rub it in...I still don't want to forgive you for calling the cops...I kind of get your point but It still feels shitty."
You nodded. "It's alright. I don't want to forgive you for a lot of shit either."
He shrugged, looking away with an uncharacteristic look on his face. An insecure one. "You uh...You seriously hate me?"
You bit your inner cheek, mulling over what to say. "...No. I hate parts of you. The part that kills without a second thought. The part that uses people and lies and is just a selfish person...But I don't hate the guy I'm talking to right now."
He looked over at you, raising up into a sitting position. "Oh, screw it...I don't hate you either! I don't think I ever really did."
"Really? Because you trying to murder me says otherwise..."
He leaned towards you with puppy dog eyes. "Oh YN, that was just some...Tough love. I was hurt, okay? I talk a big talk sometimes, you know that. I was peeved and hurt and I mean- I kind of hate parts of you. The morally holier than thou parts. But I didn't mean what I said at the Zeta party…. You did look smokin 'hot though."
You smiled with an eye roll. Only Stu couldn't fully apologize without flirting. He grinned at your smile.
"So...Now what?" Stu mumbled, easing towards you as you held up a hand to halt him from coming closer. He frowned and you shook your head with a small smile. "I think you need to get lost before you get caught and we both are on our way to the slammer."
He groaned and rolled his eyes. "Ffiinnee...You got a point. " He slid off and you heard him yelp as he landed on his leg. You crawled to the edge to look down. "You alright?"
He struggled but nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. Need help?"
"And have your hands near my chest accidentally grabbing a handful of boobs? I think not."
"Aww." He whined and smirked but it faded as he gave a genuine smile up at you. "I'm glad we talked. Wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."
You smiled at him. Despite everything he had done...You still cared. Especially knowing they weren't the cause of Randy or Dewey or Derek. It made it easier. And he really was trying...Without Billy urging him to hate you as much as he did and the small apology; he had no danger to him anymore. Stu felt and felt hard. If he was angry or sad or happy; he was explosive and impulsive. You'd always hate a part of him, never fully trust him, and never forgive him. But you couldn't help the smile that crossed your face as you looked at his baby blue eyes.
"Yeah...Are we cool? I don't have to look over my shoulder anymore? "
He nodded. "Yeah, we're cool as ice in my forecast. At least for me anyways...Can't promise Billy or any other opportunist. "
"Okaaayy...Okay, I guess that's good." You mumbled.
You watched him look around before ducking into the nearby woods; gone from view.
You waited a little bit before hopping down yourself, hand on the knife in your pocket. Still not fully trusting his word that he came in peace and this wasn't a trick. After a while, you realized he meant it at least this time he did. You walked back to your dorm with your mind occupied. You weren't sure how to feel. It was so easy to fall for Stu's charms when he wasn't knife happy or following Billy's lead. But you still had your guard up.
You were back at your dorm before you knew it. Stopped by a girl handing you your mail for the week as she distributed it to every girl in the hall. You scrunched your brows. 'That's weird...I thought I collected it all from Josey yesterday?' You supposed fanmail, hate mail or anything else was to be expected. You opened it and felt deja vu as you saw the red letters sloppily written on the paper. A metallic scent hit you and triggered your fight or flight response.
You dropped it as your chest seized and you found it hard to breathe. What you read prominently in your mind and would be for a while.
"You're not safe. I know all your secrets. YN, you won't get away from what you did. Neither will Billy and Stu...I'm coming for you all."
Randy sulked on the raised stone that surrounded the trees in the middle of the campus park. Dewey had planned to meet up regardless...He didn't expect anything from today to happen. Let alone the complete disaster brought upon him by his own impulsive decision.
'Nice going. Real smooth. Real smart. Seriously, how is she or any other women not groveling at your feet for a chance with you, Randy?' He sarcastically scolded himself as he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and his face buried in his hands. 'What hurts the most is the idea that she might be with them…That she's lying to me. Just tear out my heart and stomp on it. It'd have the same effect.'
'I can't blame myself for trying...Someone is going to die whether YN admits it or not. Might as well try before one of us bites the bullet.' He felt his fingers clench in his hair at the thought. 'Please god just don't let it be her. I don't care if she's lying or not...She can't die. Not after our argument...Fuck Randy! Horror movie arguments always end in a blood bath, what the fuck were you thinking?!...If she isn't involved and dies because of me-'
"Randy...Randy!-"
"Huh?-" He jerked his head up to see Gale raising her brows at him as she puffed on a cigarette. "Hey, Joel has been asking if you want coffee or a damn donut for 5 minutes."
Dewey glared at her but Randy threw up his hand. "I don't care. Whatever. Thanks Joe."
He raised his brow. "The names Joel. And you're getting jelly filled and you're gonna like it...Now, when I get back; we are talking about something pleasant and more saved by the Bell-ish."
Randy gave him an apologetic look. "Sorry, Joel. I'll take whatever…Thanks."
He shook his head and walked away as Randy went back to staring at the ground with his brows furrowed.
Dewey nudged him. "Hey...You okay?"
"No, Dewey. I'm not. Me and YN had a fight and I'm fucking fuming at this whole situation right now. I just want to get this over with!"
Gale huffed. "Yeah, be careful what you wish for...So, what about?"
Randy side eyed her. "As if I'm sharing with you...Why is she even here? I thought this was just a meet up with me and you, Dewey."
Dewey gave a slight shrug as Gale's phone rang. She answered just to hang up and smoke her cigarette.
She huffed. "Look, Xander. I'm your Buffy whether you like it or not. I have all the knowledge of these murders and I am the freakin' media powerhouse that is going to get shit done, okay? You need me."
Randy scrunched his face. "...Who?"
"Buffy the Vampire Slayer? It just aired last year. Live under a rock much?"
"No, I know the show...But Gale...Buffy? We both know you're a Cordelia. You know, the popular mean girl that thinks she's the one doing the most."
Gale rolled her eyes. "Spare me. All I'm asking is what was said. Any info can be used. YN has a target on her back…" She shrugged with a disbelieving raise of her brows. "Well, so she says at least."
Dewey lightly glared at her. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Hold that thought-" Gale held her finger as she answered the phone again and Dewey rolled his eyes. She hung up and started talking again without missing a beat. "It means that my book wasn't a fabrication. I saw what I saw and after some digging it's obvious she had something to do with the killers."
Dewey shook his head furiously. "YN? She's a good kid. I told you before, she was playing them so we both could take them down...It...Obviously didn't work but she wasn't in on it with them." He openly argued with Gale who scoffed at him.
"Wasn't she? Or was she playing you? She spent an awful lot of time with them. She had on the outfit. She even prevented me from killing Billy Loomis! Think about it; once her friends were out of the way two boys that plenty of people saw her with would be single... Who's to say she's not faking this as revenge against the accusations? Or better yet; they lived and she's helping them."
Randy looked startled by that, blinking repeatedly. "...Huh?"
She gave him an annoyed look. "Oh, don't play dumb. YN has been telling everyone all over campus she's seen Billy Loomis and Stu Macher."
Dewey licked his lips as he and Randy exchanged a look. Randy gave him a silent warning but he ignored it.
"Well, what if she did? What if they did live?"
Gale chuckled with a smile. "Well, then that's going to be one hell of a book sale for me."
"Yeah, not like that's a giant danger to us or anything." Randy gave a stern glare her way. "YN is not a killer and she's not involved. Give it a rest."
Gale raised a brow as she took a drag from her cigarette. "Are you sure about that?... What was the argument about, Randy?"
Randy swallowed, sitting up and gripping the stone ledge under him. He hesitated...Wondering the same thing himself. What if you really were still with them? That the hickey was a willing hookup and not them trying to play a trick like you claimed? What if you chose to save them again at any cost? What if that's really the reason you rejected him earlier?...What if he didn't know you the way he thought he did?
Regardless...He would never throw you under the bus again. "Nothing...YN isn't involved, Gale. Drop it."
Dewey chimed in. "Besides, why would she go saying they're alive if she's involved? That would just put a huge target on her head. And if they are in it together, why would she want to draw attention to them?... It doesn't add up."
She sighed as her ringing phone interrupted them again as Dewey leaned over to Randy.
"When did she start smoking?"
"Ever since those nude pictures on the internet."
Gale slammed her phone shut and gave them both an unamused look. "It was just my head. It was Jennifer Anniston's body...Can we get back to what we're here for? Let's assume the killer is copying the names of victims from Woodsboro. Follow a pattern. Arthur Himbry the Principal at Woodsboro High was next-"
Randy held up a finger. "No. James was."
He remembered that day vividly. From the fear and accusing YN in order to solve it to Billy shoving him against the lockers with murderous rage in his eyes.
Dewey lit up. "That's right. James Davis, YN's boyfriend. I never did like that kid."
Gale shrugged with a shake of her head. "Okay, James is a common name. Who do we know with the name James?"
Dewey shrugged. "Uh, well. I did hear YN mention a guy named James at the hospital. I don't know but maybe if we ask her she can point us in that direction?"
Gale pointed. "Or we assume the killer isn't following an exact pattern and go to the next possible victim; Arthur Hughes, The Criminology Professor...The same class as YN's major. How convenient." She gave a bitter smirk as both guys gave her a side glare. "Oh, don't give me that look. You can't let your attachment get in the way of this investigation! People's lives are at stack."
"And all those bright, shiny book covers." Randy quipped.
"So, we monitor YN's Professor...Joel...Don't tell him though. He is this close to bailing on me after he read about Kenny...The other victim was Tatum-"
Dewey glanced at her at the mention of her name and Gale tightened her mouth into a slight frown. "And Sidney. Point is, we have a pattern and if we follow it then maybe we can figure this out in time before the grand finale."
Dewey cringed. "I wouldn't follow a killer's pattern...Besides, it could be anyone of us. If they're after YN already...Maybe there isn't a pattern? I wouldn't waste our time."
Gale's mouth dropped in outrage. "Oh, so what do you wanna do, bonehead? Sit here and wait to see who drops next?!" Her phone rang and she rolled her eyes.
"Well, I don't know...Phonehead." He jeered back.
Gale and Dewey stared at each other as Randy felt himself getting more and more frustrated with the entire situation. After the fourth ring, he jerked the cell phone out of Gale's hand.
"Gale's not here!" He answered for her.
"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?... You three look deep in thought."
Randy's face dropped as he heard the voice on the other line. He felt that familiar dread coursing through him that had become a common emotional response by now. He had plenty of prank calls...But this one wasn't one of them.
"Have you ever felt a knife cut through human flesh and scrape the bone beneath?"
He now knew what YN had been dealing with this whole time and now she wasn't seeming so crazy anymore.
Randy swallowed, gently putting his hand over the phone to speak.
"It's him…"
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You made it to the station where you anxiously waited outside the office. If it was Billy or Stu; it was a small win. It was one less killer after you. If it was Billy, Stu would get scared off. If it was Stu, Billy would have less muscle to help.
You nervously shook your leg in your chair; springing up when Chief Hartly called you. You heard the voice from inside and got confused.
"...Weary?"
Chief Hartly spoke to you as you fully stepped inside. "We found him sneaking around the back of the building on his way out."
You felt a heavy weight of disappointment as Cotton Weary huffed with a disbelieving smirk. "This is ridiculous, I didn't do anything!"
The Chief huffed. "We'll be the judge of that and so will YN."
"What? Are you a judge and jury? I'm a free, innocent man-"
Andrews put his hand on the table to glare down at Cotton. "Then what were you doing on a campus full of kids sneaking around the building?"
Cotton rolled his lips before nervously grinning with a forced chuckle. "W-What? What?! I can't walk around? If you really must know; I was originally looking for that bitch Gale Weathers who snubbed my chance at an interview-"
"Watch your mouth." Chief warned.
Cotton threw up his hand in defense. "Sorry, didn't know cussing was breaking the law too. I was looking for Gale and decided...Well hey, ya know. What if I get to talk to YN instead?" He turned to you in his chair. "Dateline interview. Two victims here, getting their story out. You were wrongly accused just like I was!...We can make Gale Weathers the laughing stock of US Today and get the truth out-"
Andrews slammed his hand on the table before standing up right. "Enough!" Andrews walked around Cotton's chair. "YN was attacked at the theater today. How unsurprising we found you lingering there-"
"It's not him." You finally interrupted.
All the men in the room exchanged glances before looking at you. Richards spoke up. "...Are you sure?"
"Yes. My attackers were two young guys here on campus...I couldn't completely recognize them but I know it wasn't Cotton."
The officers all exchanged skeptical glances as Cotton gave a cocky smirk. "Ya see? YN says it wasn't me; then it wasn't me."
Chief Hartley huffed, eyeing him as he and your Detectives led you outside the office.
Chief Hartley asked you in a whisper. "YN, are you sure you can identify them? You're positive it wasn't Cotton Weary?"
"Yes, I'm positive on both but not by name. I know what they look like but I don't want to alert them by searching."
Richards urged you. "YN, neither do we but you need to at least give us a description. We are professionals; we'll keep it discreet...YN...If you're hiding something, you're only hurting yourself and your friends in the long run."
You bit your inner cheek in thought, fighting yourself before sighing and nodding. What did you have to lose? They were getting bolder and you narrowly escaped death today. You had to try something...Anything.
You sighed before nodding your head and finally talking. "Okay...One was very tall with blonde hair, a nose bridge piercing, a lip piercing and eyebrow piercing...The other had dark hair and a long thin scar on his right cheek."
The detectives gave you a hopeful look. "That...
Is going to make our job a lot easier and faster." Andrews gave. Richards mumbled to you. "Don't worry, we will keep an eye out without alerting attention."
You turned to them. "You have to come to me before arresting anyone."
The Chief huffed. "Young Lady, I think we can do our jobs."
"No, you don't understand. They are not your average crook. If you arrest the wrong guy and they see that you're looking; I'm dead."
They all exchanged looks before the Chief finally relented. "...Alright. We'll have you identify the suspect before making an arrest."
"Thank you." You softly gave as the detectives led you out. The minute your feet touched the steps, the media descended upon you. The detectives pushed them away as Cotton strolled up behind you as he exited the station.
"Hey, YN. How 'bout a picture to get the press goin? Gonna be a lot of buzz after all this. Might be the last chance-"
Richards shoved him away. "Get out of here. Now."
Cotton looked offended at the shove. Starring the detective down before cracking a smirk. "Alright. Suit yourself, YN."
You watched Cotton get asked questions by the press and smiling broadly. Loving every second of attention.
You turned to the detectives. "I want to go find my friend Randy. I need to talk to him. He's in the courtyard with Dewey."
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All three of them stood up, looking around as if Ghostface was going to be right there. Randy gripped the phone tightly as Dewey urged him to keep talking before running away with Gale.
Randy's mouth hung open as Dewey and Gale left to split up. He covered the phone to hiss at them. "Hey! There's only three of us; don't ever split-...Up." He deflated as it fell on deaf ears.
He blinked before trying to act casual as he started nervously pacing with the phone in hand. "Uh...Hi...So uh...How's life been for ya?"
"Not very good, Randy. How's yours been dodging knives and bullets? Constantly looking over your shoulder knowing your time is up?"
"Not great. This has been a shit day." Randy gave in a jokingly pleasant manner as his eyes scanned around the park...Looking for any sign of Billy or Stu. "So uh...What's your favorite scary movie? Isn't that what we ask here?"
"You'll never find me."
Randy huffed, trying to be brave. Trying to not be the terrified teen boy he was two years ago. "Yeah, what do you care? Let them run around and have their fun...So, uh...What's up?"
He saw Dewey and Gale looking at everyone on the phone as a suspect. It was an idea; what if Billy and Stu had help?
"What's your favorite scary movie?"
"Showgirls. Absolutely frightening...What's yours?-" He saw a girl mumbling on the phone and jumped at her to see she was just a normal girl talking. Randy gave an apologetic look and kept walking.
Randy looked around himself frantically. The adrenaline getting the better of him. Trying to see someone with a voice modulator in their hand. Hoping to find Billy or Stu or even someone helping them.
"Wait. Let me guess. The House on Sorority Row?...Dorm that Dripped Blood?...Splatter University?...Graduation Day?...Final Exam?...Come on! Give me something to work with after so many years of this crap!"
Randy whipped his head to everyone on a phone but no sign of a mask or his two old classmates from High School. "Am I close?"
"Closer than you think."
Someone collided with Randy's shoulder and he yelped. Just to see a guy catching a football rush past him.
"Too slow, Geek..."
Randy felt anger slowly replacing the fear as his adrenaline was skyrocketing.
"Do you want to die?"
"Is that the best you can do? God, you had two freakin years to perfect your craft and it STILL is the same generic bullshit you hear in some cheap B lister from the 80s...Get new material. "
"Why are you even here, Randy? You'll never be the leading man no matter how hard you try...And you will never get the girl."
He felt a sting in his chest at that remark that made him clench his jaw. Especially knowing it was Stu or Billy saying it.
"FUCK YOOOUUUU!" He drew out low in his throat.
"Were you crying? You look like it. Was it over her? She doesn't want you, Geek. She wants that strapping Derek Feldman. The one with looks, a future...An actual man. Not some little wimp that can't even face his own fears without trembling...No wonder she wants him. Not you...Never you...She chose murders over you in the last movie...Maybe she will again? Maybe it's Derek? Wouldn't that be deja vu? Regardless, she's going to run right into his arms while you bleed out."
It hurt. Every word felt like he was shot in the chest for a second time. He didn't want to think you were involved. The idea tore him to shreds that you were playing him for a fool like Billy did Sidney...He felt devastated that he was being played. But then he remembered your eyes and the way you looked at him. He saw the look you gave. How upset you were to see him upset. He saw the tears in your eyes and the soft tone you used. He saw how you seemed ashamed and repulsed when talking about what Billy and Stu did.
And he remembered one thing about you that made his heart twist with guilt but also gave him hope.
'YN's a bad liar. She can't lie for shit...She was being honest with me. She may have been tricked but she's not involved…'
The thought made him realize he needed to see you as soon as he could and make amends. Even if it didn't end in a kiss like he wished for, he would accept a hug and tell you how sorry he was. That is, as soon as they lured the killer out and settled this once and for all.
The voice interrupted his thoughts. "What's wrong, dead boy? Scared that you're dying as the annoying sidekick?"
"Oh yeah? Well, let's redirect here. Because at least I still have a chance after this shit is settled that you'll NEVER have again...Even if I don't. She cares about me as a friend..You don't have too many friends, do you? In fact, you have no one but each other. Must suck ass at Christmas time, huh?"
Randy continued, pacing the length of the van with a cocky smirk. "Ya know what? I took rejection hard but not like you. You are the epitome of a sore loser! I got rejected, I got hurt, you don't see me wielding a knife and cutting people because I had a bad day... She had a normal fucking life, we all did until Billy Looney and Stu Muncher just had to go and fuck it up."
The other line was eerily quiet as Randy felt a surge of defiance rush through him. Finally able to get this off his chest.
"While we talk about it; let's dive into that, shall we? Since Stu supposedly died in that fire; let's discuss. Where to start?...Oh yeah, I know! Stu was a pussy-ass, wet rag that had one brain cell working at all times and Billy Loomis??-Billy Loomis? What the FUCK!? What a rat lookin, homorepressed, mama's boy! Billy; the Jason Dean wannabe that had more mommy issues than Norman fucking Bates!"
Dead silence was on the other line as Randy gave a triumphant grin. "That's right, I said it assholes! You can chew on it! Why don't you aim higher and start playing with the big boys, huh? Because if this is all you got; you're gonna lose-"
Randy trailed off, realizing he was breaking a rule...Turning his back on an enclosed vehicle or door or window. Killers usually didn't strike during daylight. But something about being away from people and secluded near closed doors had him bristling.
He whipped around in time to see the van move and a door rip open.
"Oh fuck-"
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"Where are they? Randy said they'd be here...Oh, wait. There's Dewey...And Gale." You mumbled. Trailing off as you saw them searching for something, or better yet, someone. You felt uneasy at how frantic they looked as Dewey spotted you. You all jogged to meet each other halfway. Both were sweating and looked anxious.
"What's going on?" Andrews asked as Dewey continued looking for someone as he spoke.
"No time. We got a call from the killer and they see us. Right here, right now. It can be anyone here!"
Richards and Andrews looked around themselves as Gale mumbled. "Hey, where's Randy?"
Your eyes widened. "What? What do you mean 'where's Randy'!?"
"Look, we split up-"
"Shit." You cussed under your breath, instantly rushing away before Gale could even finish her sentence. Cupping your hands to call out to him. "Randy!" As loud as you could. Running and searching for him as the detectives trailed behind, calling out to you to slow down as you ignored them.
You may not trust the rules but you watched enough horror movies with Randy, Billy and Stu to know the one that was missing was almost always dead or in serious danger. It felt like pins and needles from your feet to spine as your nerves reached an all time high.
You urgently whipped your head in every direction, yelling for him as a million awful scenarios ran through your mind. Most including Stu or Billy eavesdropping and knowing he liked you. Sending them into a jealous rage, or at least, getting rid of Ray for the same reason they got rid of Tatum...Easier access to you.
You looked away from the park to see him on the phone pacing and yelling. You breathed a momentary sigh of relief as you made your way over to him and he seemed to not even know you were there. You wanted to apologize for everything you said or how it came out. Even if you weren't entirely in the wrong; you still felt awful. You didn't know if there would be a future with him but right now you had to let him know that it had nothing to do with him personally. That you weren't involved and that you cared more about him than you ever would Billy or Stu. You had to try and convince him. You knew that if they ever tried to kill him like they did Sidney; you were taking the shot or letting someone else. Randy and Dewey were your top priority with Hallie, Derek and Mickey close after. Right now, you had to go to him and make amends.
Your stomach dropped when you were within earshot of Gale's news van that he was standing near. You saw Randy's face fall...It was for a split second before he whipped around as the news van opened and a pair of black gloves grabbed him.
"RANDY!!"
You sprinted, not even feeling your feet hitting the ground under you.
You watched him try to dig his heels into the concrete but lost balance. Being dragged in as he gripped the door frame. You saw his face contort in pain as they stabbed him in the back and he lost his grip.They tried to slam the door as his leg caught it. You descended upon the van right when they got him in kicking and fighting. They barely closed it in your face as you heard him release a cut off cry of pain. You wasted no time trying to rip the door open. The door wouldn't budge...Locked or jammed as you desperately jerked at it.
"RANDY!! HANG ON!" You yelled as you tried prying at the passenger door...Locked. The van rocked violently as you heard Randy struggle against the killer inside.
You gasped as Randy's body collided with the window. Shattering it. You only hesitated a mere second before you saw an opportunity. You elbowed the cracking glass with your jean jacket on right when you heard the detectives yelling at you.
The glass shattered all around you as you reached in and grabbed a hold of a black cloak. Right when Randy released a sharp gasp as the knife stabbed into his chest. You jerked the killer's cloak, pulling them towards you as they turned the knife on you through the now open window. You yelped as you protected your face from an incoming knife and their knife jammed into the side of your forearm near your wrist. Dangerously close to a major artery.
For a split second, time froze. The stab felt like a sharp pinch followed by numbness...You locked eyes with the killer. The sun making the mesh eye covers visible.
You stared in utter mortification at dark brown eyes glaring back at you....There was no mistaking it. You saw first hand who it was. It was his eyes without a shred of a doubt.
The knife was ripped painfully out of your arm. Feeling the cold metal rip through tissue as a strangled cry escaped you. It felt like it was on fire. You tried punching at the masked face with your good arm. When that didn't work you stared furiously trying to get the door open from the inside as the killer went to stab Randy again.
"YN! GET DOWN!"
You heard Richard's and compiled as the killer jerked their head up to see a gun aimed at them less than 10 feet away. They ducked as bullets were released and you were crouched on the pavement, covering your head as blood dripped down from your arm onto your face. You heard the passenger window shatter as you hugged the ground as low as you could. You knew he was a good shot being a trained cop...You prayed you'd stand back up and see that damned mask with a hole through it.
Richards cursed and put his gun down as they raced towards you. You stood back up as you saw them approach. Your stomach sank as you looked back into the van to see Ghostface was gone with the driver's door open. Leaving Randy to bleed out on the floor. Richards had his gun ready, muttering a code to Andrews before chasing after the killer.
"Fuck, Randy! Hang on!" You cried out. Frantically reaching in to fumble with the door handle. It was jammed from equipment being thrown in the way. You pushed it over and slid the van door open, rushing in to get to Randy.
Andrews stayed back a moment as Richards rushed after the killer, gun ready. Andrews rushed into a walky. "Suspect in pursuit. We need medical help here at Windsor Park near the cafeteria building." He ended it and looked at you. "Stay here! We're going after him."
You quietly released a small sob and urgently nodded. Hoping they shot them a million times for what they just did. Your arm didn't even hurt now, too hyper focused on Randy's blood soaking the carpet beneath you both.
It was worse than Tatum...Tatum was already dead. Worse than Sidney...Sidney died instantly and there was nothing to be done. As you crawled over to Randy, you saw him gurgling and coughing up blood.
"DEWEY!! SOMEONE HELP!!" You screeched out the door, your voice cracking as you grabbed his hand. "Come on, Ray. Ray, come on, hang in there!"
His breathing was labored as you ripped your jacket off to put pressure on the wound gushing on his chest. He was having a hard time breathing and the tears were flowing freely from your eyes.
"DEWEY!-"
"I'M HERE!...Oh geez, Randy!" He exclaimed, crawling inside to help you put pressure on the wound. He fumbled inside his jacket for bandages. He soon shook his head as he heard Randy's breathing stop. Gale and Joel stood outside, watching.
"YN...He's not breathing-"
You didn't even let him finish. Instantly crashing your lips to his to breathe into his mouth. Silently devastated that this was the closest thing to a first kiss he got from you. You breathed into his mouth and did light chest compressions. Trying to get his heart to keep pumping.
"Come on! Randy!...Dewey, help me!" You coughed out in-between sobs and Cpr.
Dewey fumbled at first but helped. Putting pressure on his chest as he wheezed and took in a jagged breath. He blurrily looked over at you. Choking on his own blood as his hand tried reaching for you. You grasped it and shook your head at him. Throat burning and a pitiful whine escaping you. "I'm sorry, Ray. I never meant for you to get hurt or to hurt you. I'm so, so sorry. Please, hang on!-"
Richards and Andrews came back to the van sweating and agitated.
"He got away while shooting at us. We think he escaped somewhere near the backlot...Damn it!" Richards slammed his hand on the vans frame in frustration as Andrews called in again.
"Where's that ambulance? We need medical help here right now!"
A female voice spoke on the other line. "On its way, rounding the corner of Fifth Avenue."
You forced a wobbly smile as you stared at Randy's blue eyes. Tears in them as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He was losing color fast.
"See? They're so close, Randy!...Randy?"
You saw his eyes start to fade...The same way Sidney did. "DON'T!" You wailed and started cpr again as Dewey kept pressure.
Dewey begged under his breath. "Come on, kid. Stay with us!"
You had no idea how long it was. It felt like 30 minutes went by when you knew it was less than 3. He was still taking ragged breaths as you finally heard sirens. However, the breaths were more shallow, gurgling and not as frequent. He was slowly choking on his own blood with a collapsed lung. His warm blood gushing out onto your fingers as one hand was keeping pressure on his chest and the other held his hand...Your face twisted in agony as his grip was slipping.
You shook him. "Randy, they're here! Stay with us! Stay with me...Come on, Ray!"
You stopped breathing yourself when he took one last sharp inhale before his chest stopped moving completely.
"RANDY!!"
You felt Richards and Andrews pull you aside as EMT'S quickly got him but you saw he wasn't breathing. You wailed to the top of your lungs as Dewey got out as well and Gale rushed over to him. Clutching him as Randy was put on a stretcher and you saw them stab him with a needle before trying to work his chest back into rising. Everything felt like a blur as you saw his unblinking eyes staring up and he was quickly shoved into the ambulance with the EMT's slamming the doors shut.
