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alessiathepirate · 11 months

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Scream

REFLECTION: Stu Macher x fem!reader; Billy Loomis x fem!reader

Summary: As she looks around the shrine, she can't help but reflect on how she has become who she is...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

This is the craziest thing I've ever written... I hope you'll enjoy reading it :)

Warnings: SPOILERS! (for mainly Scream 1, 5 and 6), unhealthy relationships, mental instability, blood, violence, referenced death

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Walking around the shrine and examining the collection of sold evidence made her realize that she is walking down memory lane. The knives, the clothes and the memories of the people who once owned them were all parts of her life; were all parts of her actions and then the consequences of those which made her into who she is today.

She wasn't the only one thinking that. It was enough to look at everyone else's expression to know they too were overcome by memories. They were all parts of the still ongoing franchise, they are still playing their parts in it, even if nowadays they have new friends to either suspect or worry about.

The most interesting and with that scariest part of the shrine was the costumes. All of them thoughtfully put to place, still holding the blood and DNA of both victim and killer.

That was the aspect she seemed interested in. Walking up towards it, ignoring the others' voices got her to a whole another world.

Nothing else, but her and the costume, her and her memories, her and her reflection on the glass.

'Billy Loomis' was carved into the cabinet where the glass ended, making the whole thing look like a trophy. It was one perhaps, but not without its pair. She never understood how only one was thought about as the original, when clearly two should've been put behind that glass.

Looking at the costume and then at the knife while she could see her reflection, let some pushed away memories up to the surface.

They were either memories from 1996 or the years before that and even though she should've thought about them as the lies and as the worst memories of her life, she liked those - maybe a bit too much. Even though everyone except the psychos out there thought about Woodsboro and about Billy Loomis and Stu Macher as a very dark part of a long timeline, she couldn't agree with them. She accepted that they are right. Murders aren't acceptable, threats aren't acceptable... But other than her moral code nothing else in her wanted to see that.

She didn't want to see that, because 1996 was the best year of her life - and the years before that held her happiest memories.

She remembered how she befriended the boys - Billy and Stu - and how through them she got to know Sidney, Tatum and Randy. But even though she liked all of them, her relationship with the two boys was stronger than others.

"I thought you invited me over to study." she remembered herself saying on a winter day after she arrived at Stu's place. Even now thinking about is, she still wanted to laugh at how quickly they took her backback and helped her take off her coat.

"Yes, but this is more important than some sappy project about Romeo and Juliet." Stu explained after he threw her backpack next to the coat hanger, stopping her from picking it up. He then put his hands on her shoulders, pushing her towards the living room.

"You mean the Hamlet. We have to make the project about the Hamlet. Sidney has to make one about Romeo and Juliet."

"Whatever! We can do that later, but now look at what we've got for you."

She looked at Billy with a smile. He held a video tape in his hands.

"What's that?" she asked with a small giggle, because Stu put his whole bodyweight on her as he hugged her and they almost fell.

"We'll have a movie night. We never had one with you so now it's time to make up for the lost time."

"All right, you've got me." she chuckled after she got out of Stu's grip, because he started to tickle her. "What are we watching?"

"You said you've never seen Halloween-"

"So let me guess, we are watching Halloween?"

They did. And they most definitely haven't done any schoolwork that day. They just sat on the couch with her in the middle. She had some popcorn in her lap. Her back was pushed against Stu's shoulder while her legs were stretched out across Billy's thighs.

And the amout of information she recieved... They used this and that for blood, they did this scene like this, that actor can be seen in another horror movies as well... It wasn't annoying at all. In fact she hadn't had more fun watching Halloween since that day.

The only problem they had was the fact that she wasn't scared - at all.

"What, you want me to climb on top of you in fear?" she joked and threw a piece of popcorn at Stu after she saw his expression and deduced the things he wanted to say. "Besides it's pretty hard to get scared if I have to sit between two experts who spoil everything."

She wanted to say that they were friends. And they were, she knew they thought about her as a friend at the start as well. Even though later she understood that that day they just wanted to test her and her fears. They wanted to see her reactions to know if she's really who they thought she was.

But later there started to be one issue in that friendship. Friends don't kiss. They don't make out or cuddle like couples do.

God, how awful she felt! She couldn't look Sidney or Tatum in the eye for weeks, and she had to avoid the boys for a while.

Her first ever kiss happened between her and Stu. It was very close to the end of a school year and his parents were away again. She had that strange feeling in her chest that said she's letting him down if she lets him be alone in that house. So she went there and baked some cookies with him to make sure he's happy - even though she's never seen him make the smallest frown.

And then it just happened.

First they joked around, made a mess in the kitchen and were about the start cleaning when he leaned in and kissed her.

Her first reaction was to freeze and just stand there in shock. But later she kissed back and held onto his shoulders, fearing she'll fall.

She didn't.

Her waist just touched the kitchen counter.

Thinking about it still made her stomach feel empty, her throat dry and her cheeks red. It was the softest kiss she's ever shared with anyone. She never imagined Stu to be able to kiss someone softly, but it seemed like she was wrong.

"This- isn't right." she said after the kiss ended and the sudden guilt overtook her. "You are dating Tatum. She's my friend. This isn't-"

"Why can't it be right if it feels good?"

She left his house that afternoon in a hurry, afraid to look back, knowing that if she did she'd go back in a heartbeat.

Kissing Billy Loomis was a whole another dimension. She knew he knew about what happened; she later realized he used that knowledge to weaken her and get what he wants.

He climbed through her window one evening and after she let him in, he started some small talk with her about movies. He didn't ask her about Stu or about the kiss, he just talked about the smallest things possible.

"Are you okay?" he later asked, after she answered with short sentences.

"Yeah."

"You're a horrible liar." he said with a smirk. "I can tell. I've known you far too long."

And that sentence alone made her tell him everything. And after he comforted her and hugged her, he ran his fingers along her cheek and then her hair. She looked up at him with a slight blush.

"Can I kiss you?"

That evening she had her second kiss with Billy Loomis, knowing she's the worst friend in existence.

It was a lot of back and forth from then on, until everything seemed to get back on track... Until the murders started to happen.

And during those days when the attacks happened, when she wasn't comfortable staying home alone they weakened her. During those moments they started to form a weird understanding - they are friends, but with something else... They had some great movie nights, they hugged more than usual. She started to feel happy, living in denial.

And then at that party the reveal happened. The reveal that changed everything. She still remembered the blood, the way Randy was lying on the ground. The house she knew like the back of her hand became something unknown and scary. She remembered how scared Sidney was, she remembered the betrayal she felt when she had to look the boys she loved in the eye.

It was like she was in a movie they were explaining all those times. Almost everything felt familiar yet surprising. The twist was right, the corn syrup was from Carrie, the 'we all go a little mad sometimes' line was known by her... She knew everything yet she was still surprised.

But the way they spoke to her, the way they touched her or hugged her with that wicked grin on their faces was something soft. Something what felt comfortable and good.

And then...

"-final girl." her eyes became teary as she looked at Billy who still kept Sidney at the counter with the knife. She was thankful she didn't have to look at the edge of it. "Every horror movie needs a final girl. Remember when we explained it to you darling?"

She did.

"Well guess what, you got that role in our movie."

And she understood. She understood why they watched all those scary movies with her, why they explained all the production secrects...

But making her partake in it also meant they were sure she'd never snitch them out. And as she watched them she realized she wouldn't.

"Are you okay?" she got back to reality as a hand touched her shoulder.

"Yeah. I am. I just- remembered something." she answered as Sam, the daughter of Billy Loomis stood next to her, looking at the costume as well.

"You knew him, right?"

"Yes." she answered, not daring to tell the whole story behind that knew.

They stood there next to each other as she thought about Stu and Billy again. The blood after they stabbed the other was gushing from the wounds. And as they raised the knife again and again she saw her reflection on the bloody iron. Her reflection what was full of worry, but the fear was completely missing.

"Do you ever think about him?" Sam asked making her consider what she should reply.

"Sometimes, but it's more like a them. You can't have any memories of one of them without the other."

"They went crazy and stabbed you... I guess it really is hard to think about just one of them. Or about anything happy with them."

" 'We all go a little mad sometimes.' " she quoted, but after realizing Sam doesn't know the meaning of the sentence, she continued: "I still have some happy memories, you know. They played their roles quite well."

She touched the right part of her stomach, where the scar was still visible. The wound she got from them wasn't deep. They made sure it wasn't. But it still hurt, no matter how much Stu hugged her.

Looking at the costume behind the glass made her realize how much she misses them. No matter what they've done, what they made her into, she still loved them. They had a special kind of connection. She was their final girl - that part of the plan worked out flawlessly.

Sam opened the cabinet and she examined her expressions with a raised eyebrow.

"We need a weapon. For defense." she explained and took the still bloody knife.

"You aren't like him, you know. At all." she said, looking at the way Sam is holding the weapon as she took the handle of the cabinet and pushed Sam back a little.

She took a deep breath before she slammed the glass door shut, almost being unable to hide a smile at the sound of glass breaking. She looked at her reflection one last time as it broke to millions of tiny pieces.

Sam jumped a little and she could already hear Gale calling out from behind her.

Moments later she was hugged as different people muttered 'it's okay's. They thought it was an accident, it was completely accidental.

It wasn't. She just doesn't like injustice.

Gale was hugging her. She didn't know the truth, nor did Sidney or Kirby. Sometimes she thought maybe Randy has been the only one who suspected something.

She hid her feelings well and she burried the fact that she wanted Billy and Stu to succeed deep in herself.

As she looked at Ethan Landry above Gale's shoulder she noticed the slight headtilt and curious smile he couldn't hide. He turned towards detective Bailey for only a second, but it was enough for her to know the truth.

Their eyes met.

She tried not to smile as she acknowledged that they are now sharing each others secrets. After all: it takes one to know one.

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Red Licorice

Chapter Four: Apparition

‘Billy never held me like that before, and he most definitely never looked at me the way he looked at her in that very moment,’ - Sidney Prescott

It was like that night before, only this time two more victims emerged, alive but their spirits crushed. The Prescott home was flooded with FBI agents whereas the police station was in chaos, mass reporters at every corner trying to get a glimpse of the new victims-the two girls that survived. It was funny, seeing the flashing lights outside with the shouts of questions and reporters spreading false information.

(Y/n) sat in the chair, slacked and unresponsive across from the two officers in the room, officers David Montana and Casandra Williams. The brown skinned woman pushed a cup of hot chocolate her way with a soft smile, she was being patient with the girl seeing as though it was a traumatizing situation. She stayed next to her side and escorted her personally to the police station making sure she was comfortable. The girl had lost both of her parents, her best friend and now was attacked by a possible serial killer, she needed a break.

Willams took in a deep breath before speaking, “(Y/n)- sweetheart- we need you to tell us what happened,” she crouched down beside her giving her hand a soft squeeze. It felt motherly and for a moment the girl's shoulders relaxed.

Silence.

“Did he-did the killer say something about Casey?”

No response.

“Come on (Y/n), we can't help you if you don't say anything,” It was officer Montana this time, an impatient expression on his face. The officer was the second one to read Casey’s diary, he had every right to believe that the girl was a suspect in this case. There were moments of doubt though, (Y/n) was a good girl- he could see it. Was being outed the tip of the iceberg or jealousy?

The afro haired girl looked through the window to Sidney who was currently talking to Tatum. They watched her eyes water slightly before sniffling once more, “It's all my fault..,”

Cassandra paused, “What? What's your fault sweetheart?”

“I split off from Sidney thinking I could outsmart him- I was wrong,” Fat tears rolled down her eyes as she tried to bring the blanket over her soldiers further, not wanting to see an ounce of her skin. “His-his hands…..the knife-”

The woman held the teens hands, noticing her breathing staring to labor, “Take your time. I know this must be hard for you,” Cassandra whispered, she scanned over the girls face and her shaking form before asking, “Did- did he possibly sexually-”

“No. That's the thing-he only injured my leg before leaving me on the sink- I- I don't understand why he didn't kill me.” It was a partial lie, the male did inappropriately touch her, but now that she thought about it the only threatening part about it was him cutting her leg and taking her underwear. She did stab him in the back-literally, it makes sense with him wanting payback.

A deep chuckle cut through the room shocking Willams, “David-are you fucking serious - ?”

“Cut the crap,” The male's voice was stern, walking over before slamming a stack of files on the desk, “No killer would just leave a witness alive. Meaning you must've known them or worked with them.”

(Y/n) shook in her seat, utter disbelief taking over her features, “What? No! He literally-”

“Casey would be rolling around in her grave if she heard the lies you were speaking,” A glare was thrown her way, “If she had one, we’re still examining her body. And the embalming process nearly seems impossible to do.”

The afro haired girl shook her head in disbelief , thinking she should've kept quiet after all, “I know it doesn't make sense! But I'm telling you, he honestly cut me before leaving the bathroom!”

Williams cocked her head in confusion, “What? The killer was with you in the bathroom? Billy Loomis came through Sidney's bedroom window, sweetheart, that doesn't make sense.”

“That's because it couldn't have been Billy-,”

“What's your relationship with Loomis,” Montana cut in.

The girl paused for a moment thinking carefully before speaking, “We’ve been friends since middle school, we don't hang out as often due to our own lives, but he's a good boyfriend to Sid I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Well,” She looked back through the window at Sidney, “Casey did tell me about him possibly cheating on Sid with another girl-didn't tell me who though. I thought it was a rumor.” It was true, although while analyzing Sidney and Billy’s relationship it did seem like it was missing something not to mention they haven't been dating for too long either. Billy started dating Sidney late July and took her out on small dates and even brought her with (Y/n) Stu and Casey. The only downside was that she was a fifth wheel noticing the couples holding each other's hands and whispering with one another. She left early much to the boy's dismay.

David sat down at the desk, placing an arm down with his cheek resting on his fist, “What about a romantic relationship?”

“Ro-romantic?” (Y/n) puzzled, “Me and Billy never dated.”

“Don't have to. You see men-especially boys- have a certain way of operating to get a woman's attention. They can even go to extreme messures-such as dating a friend or fucking a few girls in order to get it. To get you jealous-to get in your head.”

Her breath caught in her throat at what he was trying to get at, “Your wrong-Billy doesn't see me that way. I'm not special, Sidneys a whole package-just like Casey and Tatum-'' The afro heard stopped, a choked out sob, cutting through, “I’m not what he's looking for-”

“But you want him to-”

“No! I know what you're doing! But I honestly don't think Billy would kill Casey! I mean what reason would he have? My best friend barley hung out with him,”

The officers looked at eachother, a silent conversation going on. (Y/n) didn't like it, not one bit. Casey never hung out with Billy, as she always said he was weird-after his mother his attitude turned sour and the only ones who had patience to tolerate it was Stu and (Y/n). He wasn't a bad guy, just had a lot of baggage to deal with.

Montana finally looked back at her, “(Y/n) be honest with us. Did you love Casey?”

“More than the whole world. She-,” The girl's lips wobbled while speaking, “She was that beacon of light I needed each day. A big sister-a other half if you could tell.”

There was a pause.

“I don't mean as a friend or sister (Y/n),”

The girl cocked her head to the side, her face read confusion and sorrow. The two officers in the room only felt worse from the information they had collected.

“What-?”

“ARE YOU FUCKERS SERIOUS?!”

The officers heard the eruption of shouts and slams of desks heading in their direction. Williams immediately got in front of (Y/n) as the girl got up to see what's going on. Through the window she could see a red faced Billy struggling against the officers, throwing punches left and right as his father shouted for him to stop immediately.

But the Loomis boy was relentless, throwing another left hook at another officer after a taser was deployed. He screamed in pain, face twinsting in agony-eyes filled with fury at the situation; the male pulled out the protruding strings a trail of blood seeping his shirt. Shoving another officer out the way Billy made way towards the office, screaming his whole soul with the name that plagued his mind each night; (Y/n) (L/n)

“Billy, you stop this instant!” His father was chasing after him as the other officers tried to recover heading towards the room the girl was in.

Sidney and Tatum watched the scuffle with wide eyes. Upon them arriving at the station Billy practically begged his girlfriend to see him-to talk to him, pushing against officers in order to get to her. However, the boy was going the extra mile for someone he wasn’t even dating- someone he barely talked to or acknowledged. Punching, moving desks and screaming manically in order to get to their best friend.

The best friend who seemed to have all his flaming attention at the moment.

Billy stood in the doorway furious, his eyes filled with malice and rage before locking gaze with (Y/n). He scanned her form looking over her tear streaked face, to the way she covered herself completely with the blanket as she tried to make herself unnoticeable. She watched as the boy's face softened, stepping up to her, he reached out only for the female officer to step in between them.

He simply ignored her and focused on (Y/n), “Are you okay? Did he hurt you-?”

“Mr. Loomis, it is highly suggested you get away from the victim at this time.”

Billy cocked his head in annoyance, “She's my best friend, I'm not leaving till I make sure she's okay. Especially since you are here in this room questioning her over and over when she looks like she's about to have a mental breakdown.” He stepped forward once more, this time a plea leaving his lips, “Please let me see her, there's literally eyes everywhere, I wont do anything.”

The woman paused for a moment before responding, “If it's okay with Mrs (L/n), you're allowed to talk to her. But with me in the room-or nothing at all.”

Billy nodded, taking what he could get. He turned to the girl expectantly, awaiting her answer. It was a long shot, afterall the girl was traumatized from the recent events inside the house. She was supposed to emerge unscathed-shit-they didn't even know that she was even at the house. Sideny was supposed to be alone tonight-not drag their final girl into this shit.

The afro haired girl stared at him for a long moment before shuffling her feet, “It's fine. Billy didn't do anything wrong to me.” It was barely audible by the boy and the officer heard just fine.

Loomis was by her side in a flash, grabbing her face in both hands trying to gain his bearings-the taser and scuffle was starting to take a bit of a toll on his body. The way he was looking at her spoke volumes to the many people in the office-David including who had a smug look on his face before heading out to grab his partner some ice for his black eye.

The boy knows how to throw a punch.

“You okay precious? I just now heard you were in the house, I swear if I had known-,” Billy cut off noticing the fat welt of tears starting up again, his heart nearly breaking seeing how scared she was from tonight. Mentally cursing Stu for his error, the boy quickly pulled her into his arms. Sobs racked through the girl's body seconds at a time, it felt so long since (Y/n) had cried against him like this.

The last time Billy could remember a similar moment was when they were in eighth grade. The girl was wearing a sweater with beat up ripped overalls, her knee and chin were bleeding. Stu was walking beside her with a black eye, he knew immediately the culprit had been dealt with. But that didn’t make them any less angry with that fact (Y/n) got hurt, mentally and physically.

“I-I’m I’m sorry-,”

“Don’t apologize to me, precious, take all the time you need,” Yeah. Billy was gonna let Stu have it when he got out of here, “I need you to remember to control your breathing. You can do that for me right?”

She nodded into his chest, trying to even out her breaths from what Stu had taught her when they were younger. Billy's hands rubbed up and down her back affectionately, whispering encouraging words in her ears as she continued to let tears fall. Once her shakes and breaths were steady, she proceeded to look up at her distant friend. The boy's eyes were scanning her face, using his hands to gently wipe away all the rest of the tears from her face. His hands were soft, no calluses or rough patches-much different from the man who rubbed up and down her thigh.

(Y/n) took a gulp of air, “It wasn't you.”

A pause.

“What?” Billy asked.

“It wasn't you,” The girl replied shakily, “H-his hands had calluses. Your hands are smooth with no bumps, just slightly dry. I managed to stab him in the shoulder-b-but you're not bleeding anywhere.”

Officer Williams eyes widened a bit before grabbing a notepad writing the confession down. Billy noticed this a bit unnerved but remained focused on the girl in front of him, gazing down at the bandaged cut on her leg. It was obvious the cut was deep, Stu wasn't forgiving about getting stabbed in the shoulder no matter how much he loved her. It honestly was conflicting with the position they were in, especially since they thought she would be home safe from the mess.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. FUCK!

Billy just pulled the girl back in his arms, his heart beating faster as the guilt started sinking in. Never did he ever want the girl in his mess. it wasn't her fault of what that bitch did to his family-to his life. (Y/n) was the light in his life, even if he didn't show it in the best ways. He never engaged in a normal relationship due to the fact it would mess up the plan with Sidney. The girl wasn't the type to go out with her friends' ex's-so was the afro haired in his arms. Either way, the beginning of the relationship would be a cluster of a mess for what he wanted to accomplish.

“Do you know where you left the knife sweetheart?”

The girl directed her attention to the officer, grabbing Billy’s hand for encouragement, “He took it. He made sure to grab it out of the bathtub before leaving.”

Billy acknowledged that Stu wasn’t a complete dumbass, he knew that the knife was evidence due to the blood from the stab in his shoulder. Slow props to him. Still pissed at the fact (Y/n) got hurt. But this was Stu he was talking about, even though he was the more patient one out of the two of them-he had his limits. The girl pushed him over the edge with her actions.

“Do you remember anything else-“

“Are you trying to cause her to panic more?” Billy snapped.

Officer Williams backed up slightly at the boy's tone, she did realize her error a bit. The girl did just go through a lot tonight, and was a lot more traumatized than Prescott. But it was her job to get as most information out of the victim as she can.

“I apologize, but sometimes it’s best to question the victims while their memory is still fresh with the situation rather than questioning later,”

“She needs support right now-not an interrogation,” Billy tutted simply, “Have you called her aunt?” It was plaguing the back of his mind where her aunt was at his current moment. Gia was protective, she barely let Stu and Billy hang around (Y/n) alone without adult supervision. It wasn’t till they turned seventeen that she was allowed more outside the house.

The prison is home to what (Y/n) called it.

“Miss (L/n) is unfortunately at home waiting for her niece's arrival. We thought it'd be safer if she stayed at home due to the mass crowd of reporters outside.” The officer replied patiently.

“Take her home then!” Billy turned back to (Y/n), searching her face filled with discomfort, “Do you want to go home precious?”

The girl paused for a moment just staring at her friend's face, she pursued her lips together before nodding. She needed the comfort of her room.

Sheriff Burke and Dewy watched the two teens talk through the window, before glancing back towards Sidney and Tatum who seemed stunned and lost for words. The Prescott girl couldn't take her eyes off her boyfriend who fought uniforms in order to get to her best friend. He was still embracing her, whispering things in her ear; things he should've been doing for her - his girlfriend. Not (Y/n).

“Do we have anything else to report?” The Sheriff questioned out of earshot.

Dewey shook his head solemnly, “That ghost mask is sold both at Krogers and Walmart. Neither or keep purchase records.” Which would only make their case harder with finding suspects.

“What about the cellular phone bill?”

“They’re pulling Loomis’ account. But it'll be morning before we see something,” Riley looked back towards the window, Billy was still holding the afro haired girl together. They were standing now and both speaking to officer Williams, but he did catch the frustration and worry written on the boy's face. “You think he did it? (Y/n) said it was impossible due to the killer being with her most of the time he was there. It contradicts Sidney's story with how Loomis entered through the window with murderous intent.”

The Sheriff let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Twenty years ago I would've said not a chance. But kids these days….damn if I know,”

Silence filled the space once the other office door opened leading out (Y/n), Billy, and Officer Willaims in toe. Two uniforms came forward to take the boy away, he simply gave his best friend's hand a reassuring squeeze before allowing them to take him. He didn't bother to look his girlfriend's way either which set her nerves on edge.

Tatum strolled up to Dewey with Sidney not too far behind, “Hey..Dewey. Can we go now?”

“Hold up a sec,” Dewey replied softly. He didn't want to give his sister any special treatment but with the way things are right now, letting up on the teens wouldn’t hurt.

Sheriff Burke sent a questioning look to the Deputy, “She's staying with you?” He gestured to Sidney.

“We haven't located her dad yet,” He replied.

Tatum saw Sidney shuffle her feet in the corner of her eye, “God dammit Dewey!”

Dewey turned to his sister with a red face, “What did mama tell you? When I wear this badge you treat me like a man of the law!”

“I'm sorry, Deputy Dewey-boy but we're ready to leave,” Tatum shot her gaze to (Y/n) who was cowering against the wall, “We all are.” Her brother followed her gaze and immediately understood what she was trying to say.

He let out a sad sigh before turning to the afro haired girl, “(Y/n), ready to go home sweetheart?”

The girl nodded back in response, Officer Willaims gave the girl her card just in case she remembers anything else about tonight. In turn she sent a grateful smile even if it was strained, before following Dewey and the girls to the other exit.

“Are you okay?” Sidney whispers softly.

The girl turned her head to her and shook her head, “No, but I’m trying my best. I just need-I just need some time,”

They finally reached the side door of the police station. Upon opening the door the deputy tried to shield the girls from the impending flashing lights and reporters crowding around the front entrance.

Dewey turned to the three of them, “I'll get the car. You three wait here,” the male took off into the parking lot. It was a good thing the parking lot wasn't too crowded since the reporters and cameraman were mainly focused on the main entrance at the moment. Leaving the girls alone to gain their bearings-or so they thought.

The infamous reporter Gale Weathers and her cameraman made an appearance out of the darkness. The illuminated light caused (Y/n) to squint grabbing onto Sidney's sweater to save face, the sight looked pitiful.

“Hello Sidney,” The woman smiled in greeting, causing the Prescott girl to downturn her lips considerably. She then turned to the afro haired girl, scanning her bloodshot eyes to the exposed bandaged thigh peeking from the slit of the blanket draped over her shoulders, “That looks like a nasty scare you got there (Y/n). Are you alright?”

The two girls said nothing in response, simply staring; one cold, one filled with anxiety. Just like Sid, (Y/n) had her run in with Weathers before, only the interview was when the girl was in her tweens. The hot news around that time was her parents' case being closed due to the lack of evidence from that night of the murder. Aunt Gia had found out the reporter had bought the girl a case of horror movies in exchange for a brief talk about her parents. (Y/n) being a naive girl didn't understand at the time that not all adults had good intentions the hard way; Gia had threatened to sue Gale if she released her book to the public on her parents murder.

Something Sidney's father should have done.

“What happened tonight?” Gale tried once more, pointing the microphone in the girl's direction.

The action caused Tatum to step in between the girls and the reporter, a harsh glare taking on her features. “They're not answering any questions. Just leave us alone okay?”

“It's okay, Tatum,” Sidney stepped forward, a coy smirk on her lips, “She's just doing her job. Right Gale?”

“Yes, that's right,” The woman agreed, her smile faltering a bit not expecting the girl's tone to turn a bit hostile towards her.

Dewey pulls up with the squad car just in time as the mass of reporters start to roll in near the alley seeing the commotion. It would be a bit attention grabbing seeing a police car rolling up on the side of the police station; especially if it meant the killer would be taken away or escorted away from the public eye.

“How's the book?” The girl sneered, she was trying to keep calm, but the way her body shook and her face growing warm it was obvious that she was struggling. (Y/n) had scooted closer to the other two girls as more reporters swarmed in

“It’ll be out later this year,”

“I'll make sure to look for it.”

“And I'll make sure to burn them.” (Y/n) muttered loud enough for them to hear.

Gale turned to (Y/n), “And I'll make sure to send a special copy for your case as well (Y/n). Although it won't be published there are copies that have been printed-”

The reporter didn't get a chance to finish her sentence before Sidney reeled back her arm before smashing it unexpectedly in Gale's face. A shock of gasps and shouts rang out around them from the hit the Prescott girl had landed. The woman fell on the pavement along with Kenny the cameraman, she was clutching her eye breathing deeply-glaring at the group of girls in front of her.

(Y/n) peered over Sidney's shoulder, a faint smile on her lips that matched the girl's satisfied look, “Damn Sid. Nice Hit!”

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Sidney sat on the bed staring at the floral wallpaper of the guest room at the Reily home. Tatum was currently in the bathroom finishing up with her face mask, she offered to do hers but it was the least of her worries. Afterall, who could bare to get glammed up after nearly dying from a serial killer.

Her thoughts traveled back to one of her best friends; (Y/n) (L/n). Sideny had met her during their English class in the tenth grade; she could still remember the girl's horrific story she told the class for her project. She earned a one hundred of course whereas Sidney earned a simple eighty-seven for creativity and effort about mermaids.

Prescott had asked the girl for advice to do better for the next project, and the rest was history. Sure there were moments of disagreements ,but they were always light hearted. They never actually held anything against one another like Ttaum and Casey did, sometimes they would have fun on their own and it would be the best time without the other two. It was also the year she met Billy by association; at the time she wasn't interested in the trouble maker. Her dad would've never approved of someone who stayed in detention, and here she was dating him.

If you would even call it that.

After tonight she felt like she was intruding on what was already there between Billy and (Y/n). and she didn't blame her friend on it either, only on Billy since he was the one who pursued her in the first place. Why would he ask her to be his girlfriend if he already had feelings for (Y/n)?

A rebound? Moving on? Rejection? Whatever it was, it left her mind in a tizzy, and her heart aching with rewinding the image of the embrace they both shared in the office.

“God, I loved It!” Tatum emerged from the hallway, jumping and landing back first on the second twin bed with a laugh, “‘I'll send you a copy’ Bam! Bitch went down. ‘Ill send you a copy’ Bam! Sid-SuperBitch!”

Dewey stepped into the doorway with a bag of ice in hand, “Thought you might want some ice for that right hook.” Sidney took the ice in thanks, placing it along her throbbing knuckles, “I'll be right next door. Try and get some sleep.”

As if getting sleep was going to be the easiest thing tonight.

“Any word on my dad?” Sidney asked him.

“Not yet, but we're looking, “The male stepped out of the room, “If you need anything…”

“Yeah yeah yeah…” Tatum waved him off, adding the flick of the wrist for emphasis. Her brother only smiled in response, closing the bedroom door to give the girls their privacy.

“Just another sleepover at the Rileys,” Sidney muttered laying down on her back.

Tatum smiled, “Just like old times, aint it?”

Sidney's face turned grim before rolling on her side away from Tatum, “No, nothings like it used to be.” She didn't want to bring the mood down, but her words held their weight. Nothing was going to be the same after tonight. And no amount of face masks gossip or snickering was going to change that.

Sidney and (Y/n) almost died tonight.

And she still couldn't wrap her head around the fact the masked man was in the bathroom with (Y/n) while Billy had entered her bedroom window. She felt horrible for accusing her own boyfriend after her friend's testimony came to light, but the way her gut was screaming something was wrong-the convenience,the timing was just off and alarming. The worst part was he wouldn't even look at her-he gave all his attention to (y/n) and completely did a one eighty in comparison to the way he was begging for his life earlier to talk to her.

A telephone rings off into the distance causing the girl to grip the pillow tighter.

“Do you really think Billy did it?” Tatum said gently, “It contradicts the scar on (Y/n)’s leg and her interaction with that freak of a killer.”

“He was there, Tatum,” Sidney muttered, “Something seemed so off about the convenience of it all! The killer corners (Y/n) in the bathroom just as my boyfriend conveniently comes in through the window trying to rescue me?” The girl sat up in the bed, brows creased together, “Somethings wrong here.”

Tatum hummed thinking things over, “I knew the guy was too perfect when (Y/n) introduced him to us. He was destined to have a flaw,” the blonde locked eyes with her friend hesitantly, “Are we not going to talk about what we saw happening between them?”

Sidney’s stomach lurched as the image swarmed her mind for a second, “About what? About a friend comforting the other?”

The girl thought if she denied what she saw a little longer she would be able to deny the reality of their situation; that her supposed boyfriend who she's been sneaking behind her dads back was truly in love with her best friend instead of her.

‘Billy never held me like that before, and he most definitely never looked at me the way he looked at her in that very moment.’

She was the other woman. (Y/n) was the endgame-the wife-the girl who should've been sitting at the table during dinner. Not her.

It should hurt more than it did, but why didn't it? Why wasn't she crying?

“Sid,” Tatum whispered softly, “You know what Billy did in order to get to her. Hell, he didn't throw left and right hooks in order to get to you-that one step was enough-”

“Do we have to talk about this right now?”

“No,” Her friend shook her head, “But it will have to be discussed eventually. You and (Y/n) are both good girls, talking it out will probably be a breeze if it's just the two of you.”

Tatum obviously learned her lesson from that night when they were thrown out of the (L/n) residence by Casey. She needed to learn not every girl was out to get her or challenge her the way she thought they did, in school it was a survivors instinct. Not to mention her insecurities while tripping over herself to get Stus attention since eighth grade. So when she figured it was (Y/n)’s fault that the male gaze was traveling elsewhere she let her mind get the best of her.

It was one of the nights she still regrets till this day. She doesn't deserve to be called her friend. Not as much as Casey did.

Sideny nodded with a sigh, “You right for once-,”

“For once-?!”

“I need to talk to (Y/n) about Billy, alone,” The girl finished softly, “I can only hope the truth comes out, and if it's true that they both have feelings for eachother then well-”

A knock on the door interrupts the girl's sentence, Mrs Riley opens the door with a smile, her graying hair framed her face nicely while her eyes held warmth gazing at the two girls. “Telephone, dear”

“Who is it?” Asked Tatum.

“It's for Sid,” The mother responded softly.

This caught the girls attention, a glimmer of hope shone in Sidney's eyes. “My dad?”

Mrs Riley paused and shook her head sadly, Tatum frowned in response, “Take a message,”

Sidney shook her head getting up from the bed, “It's alright. I'll get it,” The girl had another strong hope that it was from (Y/n) needing a bit of reassurance from tonight. They barely exchanged words in the car on the way to her home, the girl would shiver and sniff occasionally, breaking her heart. She blamed herself-she was the one who invited her to her home with no adult supervision.

While Sidney takes off down the hall Mrs Riley looks at her daughter jerking her head in the girl's direction, “How is she?” she whispered.

Tatum shrugged a frown playing on her lips. In an event like this all they could do was be observant and offer support, there will never be a guide or possible instruction to help someone who was almost murdered.

Sideny grabbed the phone from the table at the end of the hall, “Hello?”

“Hello Sidney.”

The girl froze the voice over the phone slithering through her-invading her. Her mouth hung open as her entire body weakened, the image of the ghostfaced killer flashed through her mind along with the crippled state of her friend with a large bandage wrapped around her thigh.

“Nooooo..” She cries out gaining the attention of the two other women in the house. Tatum sprinted down the hall to her best friend's side, watching the girl's shoulders bounce up and down in fear with her face contorted in mental anguish.

“Poor Billy-Boyfriend. An innocent guy doesn't stand a chance with you.” The male taunted over the phone, “At least he had my (Y/n) there to testify his innocence.”

“Leave Me Alone!” Sideny shouted her words together, she was in such hysterics she did not process the last part in his statement about her friend.

“Looks like you fingered the wrong guy….again,”

“Who are you? What the fuck do you want?”

“Hang up Sid,” Tatum hissed, she grabbed her friend's shoulder trying to ease the girl off the phone. If it was the killer then she shouldn't be talking to them as long as she was.

“Don’t worry. You'll find out soon enough. I promise,” The killer snickered into the phone, “I do hope (Y/n) won't be around you next time. My precious has already lost someone dear to her, losing you would be the tip of the iceberg.” The way the male spoke over the phone about her friend sent shivers down her spine; it was nauseating thinking about how the girl was left alone in the bathroom with this creep for god knows how long.

The girl let out a sob, “She’s traumatized, you fucker! You killed someone that was practically her sister, now you're claiming she's dear to you?” Sidney looked around at the windows trying to see in the dark of night to see if thers any glimpse of a white mask, “You better leave her the fuck alone, you hear me? Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Mrs Riley ran to the bedroom door practically begging for her son's attention-banging against the door, “Dewey! Dewey!”

“This is gonna be fun, Sidney,” The killer growled, “It'll be just like old times.”

The line goes dead, leaving Sidney frozen with the phone in hand. Tatum stood off to the side stunned with the revelation, chills going down her spine from the voice she overheard. This was the voice of the man that attacked her best friends? The one that killed Casey?

The silence was cut through with Dewey barrelling out of his room with a gun in hand, he didn't even have time to put pants on, his pizza print underwear on full display, “What? What? What's happening?”

“Really Dewey?” Momma Riley shook her head, gently grabbing the phone from Sidney’s hands-she had a strong grip but with some gentle encouragement they let go. The girl had her lips parted slightly, tears blooming up to her eyes till they loosely spilled over.

Why? Why was she targeted? Who did she piss off so much to be on someone's hit list?

“Let's get you to bed dear,” The older woman whispered before turning back to her son, “Dewey, get your men on the phone and tell them what just happened! They need to be working faster.”

Dewey nodded, he picked the phone up examining it a bit, almost expecting the killer to call again before placing it back down. It was true they did need to hurry. But how much time did they truly have left?

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Stu winched as he reached the outside window of the (L/n) residence, inside he could hear the faint cries of the afro haired girl causing his stomach to do flips. He thought back to his actions in the Prescott house and Billy’s harsh tone over the phone; the Loomis boy had practically hissed at him to fix his mistake. Don’t get him wrong, a part of himself feels as though the cut on the thigh was an even edge to the stab to his shoulder. It was hard explaining to the nurses in the hospital on how it happened, not the smartest idea but he couldn't afford to bleed out. Especially since Billy was arrested he couldn't help patch him up.

He could still see the absolute terror on her face along with black nightie loose on her figure. When he and Billy had watched the girl from the trees and side of the house it was practically difficult to sneak around with their boners practically wanting to jump out of their pants. Hence why he took the initiative of seduction a bit in the bathroom, the way (Y/n) looked back up at him-helpless-tears pooling her brown eyes begging for mercy.

Stu wanted to see that expression again on her face.

It was twisted, he knew-to get aroused at the sight-but damn did she look so good. It felt as though they were in a horror porno of some kind. The helpless final girl reaches her limit, unable to run from her doom, the killer giving the ultimatum of sex in exchange for her life. It was a hopeless dream, but he wanted it to be a reality. Billy would hopefully entertain the idea one day once they were all on the same page.

Snapping off the girls window lock was easy, it was a good thing he and Billy practiced for their kills earlier or else it was going to be loud. He made sure to open the window slowly, paying attention to the bed on the other side of the room in the far left corner. From what the male noticed it hasn't changed that much in comparison to when they were kids. The pictures were the same-some added still in the proper place on the mirror, her shoes lined up near her closet mostly consisting of sneakers, and lonely Mr. Creep was on the floor. His left foot was still missing but was sewed together to prevent further ‘stuffing blood’ to spill out.

Stu still had the bunny’s foot in his room in a box of memories underneath his bed. It was an accident that happened, he simply went too far with his teasing and it resulted in a tug of war ripping the fragile stuffed animal apart. He visionised the girl's anguished face from that day; Her mother had gifted her that bear when she was four, and Stu had ripped off its lucky left foot.

Gia had deescalated the situation quickly and said that it might be a stroke of luck instead. ‘All rabbits have a lucky left foot,’ This caused his best friend to think things over; after a bunch of apologies and a long hug she asked him to keep it, saying that she wanted her ‘Stu Stu’ to have the best luck he could ever have throughout High School.

But how much luck did that foot give him really? Luck of blood on his hands? Obsession? A dark desire for all things twisted and morally gray?

Either way, it wasn't like God could talk to him personally and give him an ultimatum to stop. If a voice did speak to him he might listen-maybe his sins would be forgiven. But would the people who made him this way get punished?

He should have never gone to that stupid party.

The boy eased over to the bed, his footsteps were light, no cracks or groans gave way underneath the old carpets floor. Upon getting closer to the girl he took notice of how she was curled up all the way underneath the blankets- a self defense mechanism. ‘If I can't see the monster, they can't see me,”. She was too easy to read, and Stu missed reading her like this.

It only made him want to protect her from the world himself.

Stu started to pull the covers gently only for the girl to shoot up arm reeling back to land a hit. The male was much faster-he grabbed the incoming fist along with her other arm, “Easy, Final girl,” His voice hushed, “It's only me. It's me, Stu Stu. I'm here, he's not going to hurt you. I’m Here.”

It took a long moment before the girl's face went from fear and dejection-to relaxed and tearful. He loosened the grip on her arms and brought her to a gentle embrace instead, rubbing up and down the girl's back as sobs racked through her body. Stu continued to rock her back and forth settling her down, her words of panic and grief were muffled and watery. It only made his heart contort more. This wasn't part of the plan. Shit, this isn't even his plan originally to begin with; it was Billy’s.

When did this all start? Why and when did everything get so fucked up?

#billy loomis x black reader #billy loomis x reader #stu matcher x black reader #stu matcher x reader #sidney prescott #casey becker #tatum riley #Spotify

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My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Seven

Warning: SOME SMUT IN THE BEGINNING

I groaned as I was awakened by Stu's fucking alarm clock. I went to move but the weight of an arm over my chest and the feeling of him buried inside of me stopped me from moving. Last night's events flashed through my mind. The way he fucked me on the couch downstairs. We've done some kinky stuff but that was a first. I went to pull away but Stu's grip on me tightened. "Where do you think you're going?" I gasped when he pulled his hips back and pushed back into me.

"No. Stu, please I'm too sore," I whined. He moved slowly, kissing my shoulder. "Shh. It's okay, baby, I'll be gentle." He liked my leg up to get a better angle and thrust into me again. "I've been inside your tight little pussy all night. Do you know how hard it was not to keep fucking you over and over? You made a mess on the fucking couch." His movements were slow and gentle. He pulled out, filled me on my back and quickly pushed back inside of me, bringing my legs to wrap around his waist.

"You were so good for me last night, baby." I whimpered, gripping a hold of his arms. The pleasure was over taking the slight ache. I could feel myself getting close. "Stu, I'm close." He hummed, leaning down and kissing me. "Let go, baby. Come for me." His thumb drew small, tight circles on my clit and I clenched around him. I let go, coming around him and he released inside of me a couple seconds later. "I love you," he said, kissing me.

We stood at the lockers, Stu was right beside me going through my lockers while I talked to Sidney and Tatum. "This was a mistake," Sidney shut her locker and faced us. Tatum was leaning her back against the lockers. "You meet right here after class, okay, Sid?" Sidney nodded her head. I had learned that she had gotten a call from the killer at Tatum's last night. And Billy's phone records were clean. "Hey, I haven't seen Billy. Is he really pissed?" Sidney asked.

Stu put the mirror back in my locker and looked at her. "What after you branded him the candy man? No his heart is broken," he said. I elbowed him in the ribs. "What the fuck Stu?!" I hissed. Sidney looked down at the floor until we heard screaming and someone in the same costume as the killed came running past us, jumping at both Sidney and I. "Why are they doing this?" Sidney asked. "Are you kidding me? Look at this place. It's like Christmas, Stu laughed. I turned around and pinched him. "Ow. Easy," he said.

Sidney ran off after that. "Sid!" Tatum called after her. I looked up at Stu, "what the fuck is wrong with you?!" I hit him and he grabbed my hand. "Easy. I was only joking," he said. "It's not funny, Stuart!" I turned around and ran off after Sidney. I stopped when I saw her talking to Billy.

"What? You don't still think it's me?" He asked. Sidney catches her breath and shook her head. "No. I don't it's just. Oh God, Billy, someone was there, someone tried to kill me," she said. "The police say I scared him off. It wasn't me, Sid." She took a deep breath, "I know. He called again last night at Tatum's house," she told him. "See, it couldn't have been me. I was in jail. Remember." Billy held up his hand to show the blank ink still on his finger tips.

"I'm so sorry, please understand." Billy looked at her, pinching his eyebrows together. "Understand what? That I got a girlfriend who would rather accuse me of being a psychopathic killer than touch me." Sidney shook her head, looking at him in disbelief. "You know that's not true," she told him. "Then what is it? Is there somebody else?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. "No!" She qas quick to answer. "Is it the sex thing? Am I being too pushy?" He asked.

I mean I can't say I blame him for feeling the way he does. Before our mom was murdered they couldn't keep their hands off each other. And then when they said mom was raped and murdered Sidney pushed Billy away and didn't let him touch her in any way. It was just recently, like a couple months ago, that she started to let him touch her more. Not anything too much. She let's him kiss her, hold her hand, and even cuddles close to him. But the moment he even tries to do more, like run his hand up her leg she pushes him away like he burned her.

"No, it's me, Billy. I need time. I'm still adjusting to my mom," Sidney said. I rolled my eyes so hard I thought they were going to stay in the back of my fucking head. "It's been a year since she died. And yn doesn't act like that with Stu. They're always all over each other. Hell, I'm sure she let him fuck her six ways to Sunday last night." My mouth dropped open. Was Stu talking to Billy about our Sex life?!

"Tomorrow. One year tomorrow. And that's yn not me. She wasn't affected likw i was," Sidney said. Is she serious right now? I wasn't affect by our mother's death? I had fucking nightmares about it. I was the one to find her. "When are you gonna let that go, Sid? When my mom left my dad–I just accepted it. This is the way it is. She"s not coming back." A little harsh but it was true. "Your parents split up. It's not the same thing. Your mom left town, she• a not in a coffin somewhere," Sisney told him sharply.

"You have to move on, Sid," he said. Sidney scoffed and starts to walk away but turnes back, angry. "I'm glad to know you're coping so well with life, Billy. But some of us aren't so perfect. Some of us are just trying to hold on." Then she ran off towards the bathroom. Billy called out her name before turning back around. "Stupid!" He said to himself, hitting the heel of his palm off his forehead and then walked away. Now I had to do more damage control and try to get her to calm down. I went after her but when I opened the door I heard a girl talking. "She was never attacked. I think she made it all up."

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sunnyie-eve · 3 months

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4 | I'm so Sorry

Series: Heinous

Paring: Billy Loomis x OFC ! Stu Macher x OFC ! Mickey Altieri x OFC

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none

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We both ended up taking a seat under a tree and the only sound was from around us. "Do you still think it's me?" He was first to speak up.

"No." I slightly lie, "Can you blame me for thinking that? Someone was there and tried to kill me. Then when they disappeared you showed up." I explain, picking the grass.

"I know, I know. The cops said I scared him away. It wasn't me, Allie." He grabs my hands so I'll look up at him.

"I know. He called Sidney last night at Tatum's house." I let him know.

"You see? It couldn't have been me. I was in jail. Remember." He shows his fingers.

"I'm so sorry. Please understand." I squeeze his hand.

"Understand what? That I have a best friend who would rather accuse me of being a psychopathic killer than to trust me, who you've known since you were ten." He says, making me feel bad.

"Billy, I said I'm sorry. If I could I would take it all back. I know, I shouldn't have accused you especially because of how much you've always been there for me with my dad and stuff." I tear up feeling like shit.

"I'm not mad at you. I'm just hurt." He moves to pull me into his side.

"I'm still so sorry." I start to cry.

"I understand. It's okay, Allie." He kisses the side of my head holding me. "What does Sid think about the whole thing?" He asks, rubbing my arm.

"She feels bad for having a feeling it was you too. All of us girls did slightly and we all feel bad now." I look up at him.

"Hopefully I run into her later so we can talk." He says and I get up.

"Good luck with her," I say as he gets up too. "Are we good now?" I ask him.

"Of course, I can't stay upset with my girl for too long." He smiles, making me laugh.

"Uh, I thought I was Stu's girl according to him," I say, making him chuckle.

"I guess you're our girl then." He kisses the top of my head leaving and I go back over to Randy before we go back to class.

Later I stop by my locker and the girls and Stu were there. "Hey, I want you to meet Sid and me right here after class, okay?" Tatum tells me.

"All right." I open my locker.

"Hey, I haven't seen Billy around. Is he really pissed?" Sidney asks me.

"You mean after you believed Allison branded him the Candyman? No, his heart's broken." Stu cuts in.

"Stu is kinda right. I talked to Billy earlier. He's not pissed, just upset. He hopes to run into you later to talk. We did at lunch." I tell her then a kid yelling running down the hall in a ghost face mask startles me. Sidney ends up walking away and I leave too.

In the bathroom I hear a girl in a stall, "She was never attacked. I think she made it all up." I turn to look at the closed stall.

"Why would she lie about it?" Another girl asks.

"For attention. The girl has some serious issues." The toilet flushes so I go hide in a stall.

"What kind of issues?" The other girl asks.

"Come on, it was so obvious that her dad was having an affair with Sidney's mom. He was found dead at her house with her. Plus she has Billy and Stu wrapped around her little finger." She tells her friend.

"Her friends... She's known Billy since she was ten." The other girl tells her.

"Maybe she's the girl version of her father... a slut. Come on, she so has a thing for him and Stu." She laughs as they leave the bathroom.

I come out and flip them off the way they left. "I'm not a slut. I respect my friend's relationship." I mumble to myself.

With classes suspended we all leave school. "It was probably someone looking for laughs," Tatum tells Sidney so I ask for a summary and she says what happed to her in another bathroom.

"I don't know," I tell her.

"You're not to be alone anymore. If you pee, I pee. Is that clear?" She tells me.

"Kizzo-kasizzo is is-out. I don't know what you did. But on behalf of the entire student body we all say, thank you." Stu shouts, making Tatum hit him. "I say an impromptu party tonight, my house. Celebrate this little siesta. What do you say?" Stu picks up Tatum.

"Are you serious?" Sidney asks him.

"That's it this little vixen doesn't invite the entire world, we'll be fine. An intimate gathering, intimate friends." Stu tells us.

"What do you two say?" Tatum asks Sid and me, "I mean, pathos could have its perks." She adds.

"Totally protected. Yo, I am so buff. I got you covered, girl." Stu tells me.

"Come on, Al. For us? It could be fun." Sidney buys into it.

"Okay, whatever. But, I need to swing by the video store to get some movies from Randy. Do you think Dewey will let me go real quick?" I tell Tatum.

"Go straight there then we will pick you up to go get food for the party," Tatum tells me and I leave them.

"Hey, I wanna test you." Stu puts his arm around me as we walk in the opposite direction.

"Test me on what?" I ask.

"If you were a killer wanting to get away with it but people knew it was you... how would you get away?" He asks, making me laugh.

"That's an odd question."

He rolls his eyes, "Hey, I'm just curious. Some people just stay on the run, some fake their death. What would you do?"

I think about it, "I would fake my death because if I'm on the run they will never stop looking."

He nods his head, "Okay, how would you fake it?"

I think again, "Go to a big body of water and make it seem like I crashed into it and drowned. Or a boating attack, like sinking it... If the water is too deep and too open, a search team would end up quitting the search for me and just assume I was dead." I explained to him.

"You plan on killing someone and getting away with it?" He laughs, "You have it all planned out."

I laugh, "I watch a lot to get away with things."

He messes up my hair. "See you later." He leaves as I keep walking to the video store.

"There's my favorite horror movie geek." I skip over to Randy.

"And mine." He smiles at me.

"My movies kind sir." I smile, grabbing his arm.

"Right this way lady." He walks me to the counter.

"You gonna go to Stu's party?" I ask him as he looks for the movies.

"Yeah, off early because of the curfew. You going?" He pulls the movies out, making me clap my hands.

"Yeah, even though part of me thinks I shouldn't be with a killer out there and has already tried to kill me," I explain as he pays for the movies for me.

"Remember with my rules, you will be safe." He hands them over to be coming back to my side of the counter.

"So I can't drink tonight because that's rule number two. Also, don't worry about me saying I'll be right back because I plan on staying by you all night." I tell him as he gets his cart of movies to put up.

"And you still haven't broken rule one." He adds, making me flip him off.

"I have but fuck you." I smile at him.

"I'd let ya but you can't break that rule again with a killer out there." He says, making me blink at him then smirk.

"So I have to wait till he's found or killed?" I say making him just blink at me now, "How the tables have turned. Also thank you for the movies." I kiss his cheek turning to leave. "See you tonight, Stu." I walk past him.

On the way out I hear Randy talk about Billy so I crouch down and get close to hear their conversation.

"Yeah? Why would he wanna kill Al?" Stu asks him.

"There's always some stupid, bullshit reason to kill someone super close to you. The beauty of it all is simplicity. Besides, if it gets too complicated, you lose your target audience." Randy explains to him.

"Well, what's his reason?" Stu asks.

"Maybe because Allison turned him down freshman year and he's now become obsessed with her," Randy tells him.

"Then why did he move on to Sidney? You think she would rather go out with you." Stu laughs.

"Yeah, you don't think so?" I hear him whisper and Stu laughs out very loud.

"No. No, I don't at all." I shake my head.

"You know who I think it is? I think it's Sidney's father." Stu goes in to explain how they can't find him.

Randy ends up yelling, making everything look at him and insists it's Billy. "How do we know you're not the killer?" I peak and see Billy holding Randy so I move away to get up and walk over like I just came back.

"And what would be your motive?" Stu asks Randy as I walk up to them.

"It's the millennium. Motives are incidental." He answers.

"Millennium. I like that. That's good. It's the millennium." Billy pats Randy in the face.

"Can you three stop it? You're gonna scare people."

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msookyspooky · 1 year

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This came to me in a dream, so enjoy! 😌

It was suppose to be just a party. A fun party. After all the shit that went down, you were honestly looking forward to it. But now Tatum was dead and so was James, Casey, steve, and even the principle.

Now here you were, with Sid and Randy, hiding behind Billy as he shuts the door.

"Stu's gone mad!" Randy exclaims.

You and Sidney look at each other in shock. You couldn't believe it could be Stu. Sure, he was eccentric, but he was nice! Especially over summer.

"We all go a little mad some times."

"Billy, no!" Sid cries out. All you could do was stand there with your mouth hanging open and a shocked expression.

The gun goes off and the bullet hits Randy, making him fly onto his back onto the floor.

"Ray!" You move to go to him but Billy is quicker and grabs you with his knife to your throat.

Sidney runs to the kitchen and right into Stu. You breathe out a sigh of relief. At least you knew now Stu wasn't the killer.

He looks bloody and hurt...but alive. Which is good.

"Stu-!" Sid cries into his chest. She looks up at him with pleading eyes before he pulls out something from his pocket...a voice changer.

Holy shit.

Your eyes widen as you put the pieces together.

He turns it on and puts it to his lips. "Surprise Sidney!"

He then chucks it to Billy who does the same thing. "What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost!"

Stu and Billy each grab you and Sid and push you two into the kitchen area. You try to comfort Sid by putting your hand on her shoulder and saying that you'll both survive.

You manage to let out a quiet, "you sick fucks, you're not going to get away with this!"

Stu simply laughs while Billy smirks.

"We already did!" Stu exclaims. " oh, you're going to love this, sweetcheeks!" Walking backwards, he exits the kitchen. "I'll be right back!"

You and Sid look at each other in confusion. Neither of you wanting to ask out of fear it might set one or both of them off.

A few seconds later, Stu comes back in, dragging a person in by their collar. You freeze up.

"Dad-!"

"Don't!" Sid exclaims, reaching forward but again, Billy grabs you, pulling you back.

"Not so fast!"

Stu puts up the voice changer and phone to show you and Sid before putting it into his jacket's front pocket.

Billy lets you go, with the gun still pointing at both you and Sid. "After I found out about my dad cheating with Maureen, I had to kill her. She flashed her shit all over town and ripped my life apart and made my mom leave!"

"Yeah, cause lets face it, Sid. Your mom was no Sharon Stone!"

"And then, imagine my surprise when I found out my mom was also cheating!" He points the gun at your dad. "With your father!"

"W-what?" You gaze turns to your dad.

"Yep! We just said "fuck it!" And made a list after Maureen!"

Stu gets closer to you. "Sorry that it has to be this way, babe."

You felt like you could've thrown up. "Go fuck yourself."

Billy lets out a chuckle. "We figured we could just pin it on your dear old dad here! That's why James and Casey's were the messiest! Any parent would want to protect their only child, especially their only daughter! It was perfect, really. I mean, Casey was a stone cold bitch who spread rumors about you and James put bruises on you more than once!"

As Stu and Billy worked to be seen as the victims, you and Sid worked on getting out of here alive.

You split up in the hall and Sid takes your dad as you hide in the closet. Taking out the phone, you dial Stu's house phone.

"Hello?"

"Stu, Stu, Stu," you tsk. "What's your motive? Billy's got one and now the police are on their way, what are you going to tell them?"

"Peer pressure, i'm far too sensitive!"

You could hear some slurring in his speech, Billy must have got him good.

Just then, you hear yelling over the phone. "Where are you, bitch?! I'm going to rip you apart, just like your fucking friends!"

"You gotta find me first, pansy ass mama's boy!"

You hear clanking and you immediately know he threw the phone in a fit. You click end on the phone and wait.

A few seconds later, you hear footsteps approach your hiding place. You grab an umbrella with a sharpen end and ready yourself.

The footsteps stop right in front of your door and you don't hesitate when Billy swings open the door to stab him in the gut with it.

He goes down and you tear off the ghost face mask and robe.

You then turn to Stu.

"Guess we're not going to prom?"

You nod.

Stu yells out and tackles you over the couch.

"I always had a thing for ya!"

In response, You bite him on the forearm before kicking him in the face. You quickly get up. "In your fucking dreams!" You then push the t.v onto him.

You call out for Sid and you hug.

"Your dad is safe and i'm sorry I thought you were one of them."

You smile. "It's fine."

You hear groaning and to your surprise, Randy is standing up!

"What the hell-?"

"Oh my god, Randy! We thought you were dead!"

"I should be! Guess I am lucky to be a virgin!"

You roll your eyes before lightly punching his arm and pulling him into a hug.

The three of you hug in triumph then you all stand over Billy's body.

"This is the part where the supposedly dead killer comes back," Randy points out.

Suddenly, Billy springs back to life and you put him back down with a bullet to his head. "Not this time."

Ooh this is much more Scream plot and I like it!! Definitely such a good 'what if' idea!!! bc there's no way we would forgive them for trying to frame our father (unless we had THAT shitty of a relationship with him but let's say a normal healthy father daughter relationship. Even as strained as my relationship can be with my own Dad I'm probably not letting him die or go to prison for something he didn't do bc of those two.)

So them framing our father would be what would have made us take on Sidney's role and just kill them whether we want to or not bc our friends we've known for a few months is one thing, an abusive boyfriend we've had for one summer is one thing but killing our family or pets FOR ME? Nah, I'm a 4th house mars I do not play with who I view as mine getting hurt in any way 🔪🔪🔪

Thank you so much for writing this!!! 🖤😭😩

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thewul · 7 days

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Chapter VII, Black Swan

Monstera

As I got out from the bank on Bay street I was blinded by the sun and put back my sunshades in a hurry, I felt disorientated, going left or right everywhere I stepped I was a rich man, on the run maybe but who isn’t nowadays

And all of the daily worries of life seemed a million years away, filling the fridge, buying milk, the economy, the job market, the day I am broke again Uncle Sam will sell the shirt off his back, paying taxes, all I am paying now is Tequila shots to nice babes, and those luxury hotels around the world, I could go around the world with that money, where you have people taking care of everything and all you have to take care of is unwrapping your hotel sleepers, free at last free at last thank God Almighty free at last

I didn't know what I wanted to do I wanted to pull my teeth out for having gone through all I went through slaving for pennies, and to walk to the nearest luxury car dealership buy their most expensive ever car, before I remembered that I was on an island, Billionaire, I needed to calm down figure out my next move, rich and on the run, make the run rich, I knew that they would never go to the FBI say they've been robbed of money that's not even supposed to exist, and so I could do anything and anything makes you crazy, they would look for the money but it was right there where I left it

Sidney Poitier knew his business, general account, temporary expenses account, close the temporary expenses account, even armed with bazookas they wouldn't get that money back, and police was everywhere in the Bahamas, from the moment you set foot in it, I suddenly froze on my tracks and walked back in a hurry to the bank, Sidney was still behind his Mahogany desk almost expecting me

Sir, what a pleasant surprise, what can we do for you this time? Yes, I need a Bahamas passport, no wait make them two, he paused and smiled, But of course, that can be arranged, for a fee, the face of an open mouthed Dillinger flashed before my eyes, I really coined him this time, his only time

I looked at my providential banker with the traits of someone from whom the whole world might slip at any time, and asked what should I do next? Which made him laugh in his gentle habitual manners, Buy a sailboat Sir he answered, The world you see has many horizons and many sailboats, true, absolutely true, nothing but the truth so help me God

As if struck with amnesia, barely realizing that his whole world had so suddenly turned upside down Billy Perkins headed for the door, past the lobby of the private bank, its luxury leather sofas, mahogany tables and Monstera plants shaded by an octagonal glass roof, into the harsh sunlight of Nassau, with his sunglasses still on, still not knowing left from right, and true there's moments like that in life for which nothing prepares us, no matter how much we think we are prepared

Brooklyn Bridge, New York, 5AM

After O’Connor, Sullivan and Richardson died in unclear circumstances which he knew more about than he cared to admit to himself, the thought that he was next crept on Weissman a little more each day, he became convinced of it, even how he couldn't keep his calm around Dillinger who smelled fear worse than a shark smelled blood, so much so that the anxiety pills he started gulping off prescription didn't cut it for him anymore

That Weissman was scared because of something he did made its way into Dillinger's mind ever since the day he caught him typing over the keyboard in his office, while he was on the phone with the bank of all people, and Weissman knew that Dillinger usually wasted no time acting on his suspicions no matter how much he deemed him to be insignificant, perhaps, surely, the only reason why he didn't act until now, so far

But he would, he always did, and the thought of it haunted him, at the same time Dillinger himself pondered the timing of it, with both the police and FBI still on the cases, and talk of the FBI making it one case not three as in suspecting foul play in the 'accidental death' of O'Connor, all of it pushed Weissman to the brink leading up to a failed suicide attempt at home late at night on a rainy Tuesday, a second, and a fatal third

Let us go back to how he got there, and what he is going to do next after a sleepless where he tried gazing himself in his home garage sticking a hose from the exhaust inside his car and locking the windows, and failed, unassuming and selfless to the point of blending with the gray floor carpet, literally eaten alive by his lack of guts, doesn't act on the numbers he stole or tried to, frozen by fear when he learns about the murders, of people who tried to steal from Dillinger same as he did, or in the case of O'Connor had a large share of it

Tries to backtrack after that but he didn't know what spreadsheet he put that number on the company has thousands of them, tens of thousands, anxiety almost killed him when he figured out he couldn't delete the entry, already on medication for a heart condition that had deteriorated over the last weeks

In the end Weissman jumps from a bridge at dawn as the only thing left to do after he couldn't turn his handgun to himself, they find his car, a boring grey Chrysler, doors open with a 50's music tape still playing, and his loaded handgun on the passenger seat, case closed as a suicide when the detective learn that towards the end he could not stand looking anyone in the eye and mumbled incoherently when asked about anything, Weissman and his tuna wraps had killed Weissman the successful billionaire

He is the guy who failed at being successful, but who was successful being a failure, and his mistake was wanting a change, he regrets it, he regrets wanting to change things, ruining his meaningless life, passes on his lifetime chance to become a billionaire because he knows it's billions, passes on his life after that

We have to imagine his last moments driving for hours not knowing what to do, until he finds himself on the Brooklyn bridge at night, he ran out of smokes started smoking again, he ran out of gas, of booze, it's time to go, he ran out of luck well he never had much, Weissman kills himself for the simple reason, there's always a simple reason even when matters are, seem, complicated, that he couldn't be back to the office in time next morning, and that Dillinger was going to know beyond suspicion that something is wrong with him because he never showed up late, not once

128 miles separate Atlantic City from New York takes some 2 hours and a quarter, that is the distance that Andrew 'Cook' Weissman makes by car in the middle of the night, boozed up, going through his cigarette packs like if he was trying to make up for all the years he had stopped smoking, on his way to the Brooklyn bridge, or he finds himself there because Atlantic City didn't have the right settings for his grand finale, it’s raining probably, how could 'Cook' Weissman not have rain on his parade, cops seen him speed on the road, the one thing that could have saved his life, but they don't bother they're having coffee, he's barely over speed limit

The glitzy skyline of New York and it's skyscrapers shimmering in the pink and blueish lights of dawn appeared at a distance floating over the Hudson river, each of them a monument to ambition, to power and wealth, encircling Central Park and its first light joggers and the steady stream in the coming hours of millions who came to admire them, for they embodied all of the things Weissman never contemplated for himself but tried to pry from destiny

Absent minded to what it had in stock for him, nothing but the eery reflection and dancing colorful lights of the towering monuments, over the cold dark waters of the Hudson and the somber reality that not everything is meant to be, that there are things we ought to leave to themselves such as aspiring to greatness without believing in it, without knowing even what greatness is or what it entails, which is never be something that is stolen but a recognition, that comes at great cost, most of all because you put others before yourself, in what you stand for to be grand and true, and yes selfless

And all of these people going about their business at this early hour, the municipality workers, cops, EMS workers, and those deep down in the subway making it to work or returning home after a night shift, and those baking bread, and the joggers, pregnant women giving birth and their doctors and nurses, and the city itself all completely oblivious to the tragedy taking place, as if it was a mere nothing, in the grander scheme that is life, and death

He finally finds success in life as a New York statistic, the glasses that he had broken in the middle and fixed with black tape wash up the shores of Long Island a couple of days later, as a further testimony that he didn't make it, not like Sinatra wanted, but that's what he got, out of a miscalculation getting out of hand, that become several, one leading inevitably to the other, all conspiring to achieve something life and sometimes death, call it destiny if we're talking both or all three, have in store

Life, death, destiny, in that order or any order you believe in, it always boils down to the same, that our fate is as much written in the stars, maybe, as it is what we make, always, with our own hands

Allstate Insurances

Anyone missing from the company? Sick leave, vacations, resignations? Just this guy On a leave? No, No what on vacations, did he resign? Show me his resignation letter, his recommendation letters, Mister McPherson? He never showed up again, What does he do? Data entry technician, manages our spreadsheets, It's him, Motherfucker! Shut up McPherson, why was that account number on a spreadsheet to start with? Someone thought it was a nice place to hide it in plain sight and Perkins found it figured out what it was

We need to fly to the Bahamas right away, When did he bail from the company? On Thursday, five days ago, No need to travel then, Why is that? The money is gone Mister Dillinger, let me guess young, smart, underpaid and over qualified of course, never asked for a promotion or a raise, too proud to ask, How do you know? It's my always like that Mister Dillinger, all this time he's been waiting for an opportunity to screw the company, look at these files, he's the only good looking person in the whole floor, typical black swan, they don't belong with ugly ducklings, not even with white swans

It's your fault that you got robbed he should have been atleast executive by now, It's you who blocked his promotion McPherson, His boss said he needed him there! What do we do now? What can you do, it's FBI stuff, if they learn about that offshore account you two gentlemen will be spending time, a whole lot of it, behind bars

There has to be another way, I know these types Mister Dillinger, if you don't let go he will get you killed because they don't take chances, a bit of a loner, with a sense of humor? That's him, I remember him now I met him once in the executive floor and when I asked him do you work here he looked at me and replied do you? With a broad smile, he knew who I was, I could have fired him on the spot but I didn't, he remembered me of my early days somehow

Well you better follow my advice then and forget about that money, Hell no he is not getting away with it, call for the jet we're leaving right away, He did already, again Mister Dillinger there's worst things in life than getting robbed, he's rich now and that means he can get even if wants, Get even for what! For having been underestimated Mister McPherson

Humpty Dumpty

I was like Humpty Dumpty, sometimes falling in the box of happy sometimes falling in the box of unhappy, and people go about life like that, some of them their whole life without knowing arguing that's life to themselves and to others, maybe life is many things above all it's what you make it, before discovering that happiness is found inside, that it's not what you have or don't have, it's who you are, that true you have to have something even if its little, and out of that little something make great things, and what was wrong with Humpty Dumpty all this time, watching for people who could push him to his fall in the box of unhappy, is living in his shell and worrying that it cracks

In a prison of my own doing in a way until I learned otherwise, I like to think however that I have been waiting for my time, in all it's been like fishing those blue marlins with Uncle Joe, it's only patience that pays, and life is what you buy into and what you don't buy into, but most of all it's what you know that others don't, and the first thing you ought to know is yourself

It's what you get for staying stuck in a dead end job, you end up diminishing yourself, your sense of self worth, little by little it gets to the point where others consider you a failure, I had seen where that road leads and we do brush upon each others all day, form opinions which at best may be called superficial and at worst judgmental upon the grounds of the lackings that we chose to ignore in ourselves because it's easier to find them elsewhere, and what comes next is buying into that BS that yourself, which I never did no matter how great the odds stacked against me

There are things beyond losing hope, there is the will to make it, as if we are thrown in the midst of it all so that we are taken apart and put back together anew sometimes often contrariwise the sum of our illusions, conceptions, misconceptions, about ourselves, about others and about life itself, as if it didn't care about the red meat of our T bones that the things of life kept chewing on, the large tender steak that we all are at some point in life, and for some reason was only interested in the bone that's left

But what you do what we all do keep the good memories and ditch the bad ones which altogether serve a purpose both the good and the bad, that maybe, often, we don't see it until we find out that the good is what we lean on to keep going and the bad always pushes the bad down the drain where it needs to go, so that we are cleansed and whole and some us mighty, not in the sense of who we are but in the sense of what we have coped with, of who we have become

Yet we refuse to be taken apart because of our stubborn convictions that we know better and our fear of the unknown, all the while we are finding out that we never know any better than life, in what it holds that is good that is but an expression of our maker, and in what it holds that is difficult, dire even, that is no different than the bitter medicine we refused to drink as tearful children

We find injustice in tragedy and we are overbearing in success, while the truth of the matter it seems is to seek fairness in ourselves and measure towards life, that offers us always the chance to become more than we are in its joys and sorrows, in all that is neither fair nor unfair, but necessary

Chapter VIII, High Life

Sometimes you don't know what you're waiting for, what life has in stock for you, it's pretty much the same patience game as fishing blue marlins, there is the conviction that life holds many things same as the sea holds many fish, and your grand prize in it

That comes, always, in due time, if life sees that in you, that you know how wonderful it can be even with the simplest of means, without bitterness, without rancor, or anger, about what you have or not, expecting yes, hopeful, believing in a brighter future, even when things are difficult, because they are difficult

I can't count how many times I felt down and I laughed to tears because of something I saw happening in the street or somewhere else, what life is you know, always throwing you a lifeline in the midst of it all

Happened to me happened to plenty of others, true sometimes it's like staring at a dead end street sign and missing out on the beautiful sunset and the starry night taking place after that, if we only stop staring at that sign, and see past it, if we realize that there's plenty of streets in life not just that one, but we don't do we, we keep staring at that one sign that's taking all the horizon forgetful that life is about keeping appreciating life, which is plenty of other things than money, fame or being successful in the eyes of others

We have to be our own success, the success that we believe in, and find your own happiness that is not given or granted but comes from within, that comes from the realization that we make our happiness same as we make our unhappiness with our own hands, our own way of being towards ourselves, towards others, and towards life itself which when it looks upon us has to find gratitude for it gives many many things without asking anything in return

Humpty Dumpty needed to spread his wings and fly, and we all do, all of us Humpty Dumpties, you get angry because the lift is taken, because someone stole your cab Humpty Dumpty, yet the more you frown at what life is or isn't the more angry it gets at you for not seeing what it offers, sunrises and sunsets being the least of them, and we can all wake up to a beautiful sunrise, or take a walk to see a beautiful sunset, but as long as we don't wake up to that reality of what life is and what it has to offer we have we are still on the wall, constantly wary of falling off

Often, crawling from an unhappy box only to fall in another and another, short selling liberty is short selling yourself, keeping still, frozen still, in a situation entrenching ourselves in it, numbing ourselves to it, where what we really needed was to get out of it, even if it meant risking what we have in life, which in my case wasn't much, and you cling to it because it's all you have, you cling to the tree and forfeit the whole mountain and the valleys behind it, that stretch as far as the eye can see, and its streams and its rivers leading to the sea

But you're flying high now and you can see clearly, you see all of the unhappy boxes where you fell one after the other, stretching under you wings, you see that they are worth nothing if you don't believe in them, that all this time you owned the whole casino and they wanted you to own a broken slot machine with two cents in it

Nassau, Bahamas

Hello, Sir? Yes go ahead, They have just landed, Very well thank you, Welcome

Where is our goddamn money?! We did expect your visit gentlemen, the account number you are mentioning is closed, It can't be! It very well can be and it is, Its our goddamn account! Ours!

Numbered accounts are not nominative gentlemen, you knew that perfectly, we are always very thorough in informing our accounts holders about the specifics of numbered accounts they are holding with us, you have been informed same as every other client, Enough with the fancy talk, where is he now?! How could we know, even who you are referring to?

Ok how much? How much what Sir? You know what I am talking about, I can wire you the money right now if you tell us more, I am afraid I do not know anything more than I already told you Sir, You will regret this!

There is nothing to regret gentlemen, you knew the risks and still you valued the service, for which you paid a premium over nominative accounts and it is what you got

I swear that you will! In that case security will see you to the door, you have no more business here, What do you mean by that? That you should leave the Bahamas, which can be arranged for you if you so insist, You will hear from our lawyers! You know we don’t think so, have a nice day gentlemen, Not a word more Mcpherson, we're leaving

Bravo Mister Banker, the calm tone, the composed manner, the veiled threats, not for the 23 Millions Dollars but for the love of the art that is banking, because it is an art

They emerged from the bank none the wiser, not Dillinger who was fuming inside but kept his emotions in check as he always did, and had ample time to think things through over during the unending flight, the chances of overturning Bahamas banking secrecy policies to his advantage were close to nil, but bribing his way a possibility knowing human nature, or he thought he did clenching his fits at the thought that Weissman had betrayed him, and how he turned out to be the snake lying in the grass he didn't bother paying attention to

Just like he expected the banker was solid, 2.6 Billions Dollars were only a fraction of their deposits and so why risk anything especially the bank's reputation, why it was recommended to him in the first place the money was as safe as it could get providing you could prove that it was yours, as for McPherson he had put out his hot air show, the reason why Dillinger brought him along in the first place, but again the banker stood his grounds even turning the table on them

The whole venture was a total loss, Perkins had too much of a head start, the bank's rules were known in advance and nothing could change anything to it, still Dillinger couldn't write it off in his mind, once back inside the corporate jet he picked the phone and placed a contract on Perkins, while the FBI was listening, had been ever since they came to the conclusion that he had to gain the most from these murders providing this was a criminal enterprise going on, more than anyone else which made him the prime suspect, and that he had been cautious enough so far to evade prosecution

O'Connors death was still deemed accidental until proven otherwise, Richardson had murdered Sullivan in his home before fleeing, as for who ordered the assassination of Richardson in his hotel room the trail of evidence was cut short, as is often the case involving professional guns for hire

They had looked long and hard at Weissman's suicide, but high concentrations of carbon dioxide were found in his garage and inside his car with the hose that he used still on the ground, so there was a first attempt, together with his loaded gun still by his side when they went over his Chrysler it accounted for two failed attempts, no other fingerprints no nothing

The autopsy revealed death by drowning although it wasn't clear if a heart attack didn't kill him before he hit the water, the Brooklyn Bridge was still 18 stories high, the two whisky bottles found in the car matched the level of alcohol in his blood, together with a hefty quantity of pills

The Bureau still had to determine how exactly did Dillinger stand to benefit, and things kept pointing to the Bahamas and a lot of money being involved, the reason why Dillinger would dispatch his associates in crime

The Number 1 reason why all kinds of crimes were committed everyday, and the common denominator behind the staggering majority of the cases that landed at the FBI ever since day 1, the Dollar bill, money could buy power, fame, success, money could buy too many things, money could turn too many situations around, and the price of a life or several didn't matter, to an awful lot, even more so when they could get away with it

#HUGO BOSS #sunset creek

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floralcyanide · 3 years

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amygdala || scream

chapter ten (final chapter)

amygdala: “a roughly almond-shaped mass of gray matter inside each cerebral hemisphere, involved with the experiencing of emotions, most notably fear.”

in which the reader knows something they shouldn’t about their two best friends.

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>> omg guys it’s finally here ): the ending )): I had so much fun writing this, and this challenged me as a writer because I have never finished a fanfic before, despite writing for years. I wanna thank everyone who read this, left comments, reblogged/ left kudos/ voted/ liked this story! even if you didn’t like it, thank you for your time! I will be working on a new fanfic that’s more detailed and longer. I’ll still be taking requests, but until then, laters babies! <3

pairing: billy loomis x reader, stu macher x reader

warnings: mentions of death, gore, blood, knives, guns, and murder, major character death, strong language, violence

word count: 1470

this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

You can hear your pulse in your ears, your heart is pumping at a rapid pace. Blood. Blood everywhere. All you can recall is blood. The air smelled of it, your hands were covered in it, your body stained with it. You tried your best to keep Sidney’s throat closed, but you couldn't stop the bleeding. So, here you sit curled up in a ball on the floor, covered in your best friend’s blood as she lays lifeless next to you. Your two other best friends, if you’d call them that, stand above you tauntingly.

You sniff, your hand quickly covering your nose at the sharp smell of blood, “I won’t say anything.”

Your voice is quiet, so quiet that the two boys almost don’t hear you.

“If you let me live I won’t say anything. Frame Sidney’s dad for all I care, we can all say we survived his attacks and that he killed himself after killing Sid. Just please, I’m begging,” you say, staring up at Stu and Billy pleadingly.

Billy toys with his lip using the tip of his knife, thinking over your bargain before turning to Stu.

“What do you think?”

You want to say you’re doing this because a sick, sick part of you wants to stay in their lives. The people you knew before they revealed themselves are people you want to know forever, even if they are psychopaths. Or maybe, you’re in such shock that you’d do anything to live, whether you’re lying to them or not.

Stu whispers in Billy’s ear, “We care about them, remember? We didn’t want to kill them.”

“Well, things change,” Billy says out loud, turning back to you.

“We let you live on two conditions,” he begins, crouching down to your level, “The first is that, if you say anything to anyone, everyone you care about will die.”

You want to snort at that. The only people who matter to you are Billy and Stu as well as your mother. You have no other family, and at this point, no other friends.

“Billy, that’d be difficult considering you two are the only people I really care about.”

His breath hitches at that. You still care?

Stu sits on the floor next to you, “The second condition is that you stay with us. Forever.”

“What?” you ask, shocked. What the hell did that mean?

He must’ve seen the genuine confusion on your face, so he adds, “Like, in order for us to keep an eye on you, we all have to stay together.”

“What about school and my mom?” you ask.

“After all this blows over, we need to remain normal. We’re gonna stay in school. Your mom will understand there’s a trauma bond, isn’t that right, Stu?” Billy nudges the sandy-haired boy, who is eyeing the blood all over you. He finds it oddly attractive.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Stu nods in agreement.

You hate to do this to yourself, and a part of you hated to do it to them. But you remind yourself you’re not doing this to the boys you thought they were, you’re doing this to two deranged psychopaths.

“Okay. So it’s settled, then,” Billy says standing up, “We have to make this look real. You’re going to stab me, and then I’ll stab you.”

Stu nods, standing up and beginning to amp himself up, “Okay! Let’s do this!”

Stu takes the blade from Billy before stabbing him in the left side below his ribs. You look away, cringing.

“Fuck, goddammit it, Stu!” Billy shouts, leaning against the island.

Billy takes his turn, jabbing the knife into Stu numerous times, and each time you cringe further back into the cabinet pressed to your back.

The both of them notice this, and Stu, albeit in pain and bloody, wants to comfort you. Deep down inside, Billy feels bad seeing you upset at them being hurt. They both do. Psychopathic tendencies aside, they never wanted to hurt or kill you in their plan, but you were too smart and got in the way. Now, however, since a deal has been sprung, they no longer have the desire to harm you in any way. You, though? You wouldn’t turn down the chance to kill them right now if it means you live. And that sucks. It sucks so bad because they’re the only good friends you’ve ever had that you related to. But that all could be due to them being crazy and mimicking your behavior to get close to you. At the same time, would they really do all of that just to kill you? They did that with Sidney, but she was the main victim. They surely wouldn’t put in all that effort to kill you too, right?

“Billy, please stop! I’m getting a little woozy here!” Stu cries out, holding onto his side, his favorite sweater now soaked in his own blood.

You look at the both of them with worry, wanting to disappear into the cabinet behind you.

“Hey, (Y/N), it’s okay. We lo-” Billy is cut off by a gunshot behind him. He doesn’t bother turning around, blood pooling his shirt at his abdomen quickly.

He clutches his stomach, falling to his knees in front of you.

“You bitch!” Stu yells from beside Billy, looking at the perpetrator.

The boy with the brown hair collapses to the floor beside you and Sidney, his blood pouring onto the tile at a rapid pace. The smell of it wafts through your nose again. You desperately want to throw up.

Stu had laid the gun down on the counter when he and Billy were stabbing each other, that’s where the shooter must have gotten it from. Stu leans down and grabs the knife from beside Billy, running to the person with the gun.

He doesn’t get very far before he’s shot as well, turning around towards you as he holds his hand to his chest. His hand is covered in even more blood, and this time it’s his own.

You look up to see Gale Weathers pointing the gun. You want to feel relieved, but you weren’t going to until this was completely over. Your breath is shaky as you place a hand on Billy’s face as he blinks up at you with bleary eyes. He’s dying. Your best friends are dying and you don’t know how to feel about it, even if they are fucking crazy. Tears begin to fall down your face as you gently run your thumb over Billy’s cheekbone.

“I’m sorry,” you say, feeling awful that everything in his life came to this moment. His mother abandoned him and made him this way. But his actions can’t be justified, he killed all of your friends. You want to hate him, but you can’t.

Billy coughs up blood, shaking his head, “I’m sorry,” he croaks out, before his eyes glaze over and become empty. His body stills.

You let out a sob as Gale watches you, feeling a little sad because you lost all of your friends in such a tragic way. You crawl over to Stu, who is struggling to breathe.

“It’s okay, Stu. Just let go,” you’re still a blubbering mess as you whisper to him, your tears falling on his face.

His eyes glance over at you as he wheezes, reaching his hand out to hold yours. Death is an inexplicably human experience. Not exclusive to humans, no, but an emotionally tolling experience that humans feel differently from other animals. Watching your friends die in front of you is something you’ll never get over, but something you’ll just learn to live with. As life leaves Stu’s eyes, you finally breathe a sigh of relief. Relief. You haven’t felt it in so long, it’s almost odd to not be on edge or terrified every second of everyday. You look up at Gale, who is still in her aimed position. She lowers the gun, tossing it on the floor.

“I called the police, they should be here any second,” she says in a monotone voice. Her face is cut and bruised from the accident.

“I thought you were dead,” you say, wiping your eyes.

“I did too,” she lets out an empty chuckle.

There’s silence before you begin to hear sirens. The two of you walk to the front door, having to step over bodies to get there. Dewey is still laying on the porch with a knife sticking out of his back, but his eyes are open.

“Dewey?” you gasp, shocked that he’s alive too.

“(Y/N),” he whispers.

“Help is here, it’s okay,” you crouch down, resting a hand on his shoulder.

You see the sun peaking over the horizon as police and ambulances pull into Stu’s driveway.

Maybe things will be okay. After all, there’s always tomorrow.

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SCREAM QUEEN Book 1: Conventional Final Girl

Stu Macher x reader x Billy Loomis

Okay so basically let’s just cut to the chase, the main character “(y/n)” is Sidney Prescott’s little step sister, yeah? Well what happens when she takes Sid’s place as the final girl? A whole lot.

Disclaimer: this follows the movie very closely with little change other than the reader insert portions, so like I’m not trying to be like “Oh yeah this is all me” bc it’s not (RIP Wes Craven 😔🙏🏻🕊⚰️)

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Chapter 7

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Previous Chapter / Next Chapter

Before I knew it the party was coming to a slow and kids were leaving. It makes sense since it's like 8:45. Parents have gotten strict with curfew considering all the stuff that's been going on. Sid and I were standing at the front doorway with Stu.

"Tatum c'mon!" Sid shouted, really wanting to leave now.

"Nobody here but us chickens!" Someone shouted from the house, then they started klucking...?

"Do you know where she is" I asked Stu.

Looking around he says, "I haven't seen her anywhere," with a shrug.

Just as Sid and I were going to walk out Billy jumps in the door frame making some weird noise and scaring Sid in the process.

"Oh, Billy hey," She said with an uneasy expression.

"Billy, hmm what are you doing here?" Stu said looking in between the two and scratching his chin with his index finger.

...yeah, what is he doing here?

"Was hoping I could talk to Sid alone," Billy said, looking at both Stu and I.

Sid couldn't see it because her back was facing me but I had a slight hurt expression on my face.

"Ya know if Tatum sees you here, She'll draw blood," I tell Billy in a very agitated and frustrated tone. I was ready to grab Sid and just leave without Tatum, sorry.

Before I could do anything Stu grabbed me by the waist, locking my torso in when he said, "I'll tell you what, go up to my parents' room, ya' know you guys can talk," slamming his fist into his hand making my body move side to side a bit.

"Or whatever," Stu says again, drawing the word out.

"Stublty Stu, ya know you should look it up," Billy said, shying his head away to the side.

Sid looks at me, unsure of what to do. I think about it for a second but I know how much they care for each other... obviously.

I smile to her and nod.

Looking back at Billy she said, "No it's okay, we do need to talk," grabbing Billy's hand and leading him upstairs.

Billy was about to punch Stu before he saw me. He put down his fist and gave a guilted look.

Stu let me go once Randy came into the room and asked, "What's leatherface doing here?"

I doubt Bubba Sawyer would never betray someone like that... how dare Randy make that comparison.

"Came to make up," Stu said in a tone what people usually use when they see a small puppy.

"There goes my chance with Sid, dammit," Randy said, stepping away from Stu and I.

"As if," Stu paused, "That's all I'm saying, as if."

Looking over at me Randy gave a confused look.

Shutting the door I cleared, "He's saying you never had a chance, Randy."

I tuned out to whatever Randy said next, I just had the intention of catching up with Stu. "What the fuck Stu?" I asked, tugging on his robe that looked just like the last one. "What?" He asked, feigning innocence like he didn't know what I meant. "Why would you and Billy do what you did hours ago then just switch up like that?" I asked, hurt but discrete about what I'm saying. You never know who might be listening. "Look we talked and he just decided not to," Stu said with a shrug and that ridiculous stupid grin that makes me want to punch. Wouldn't be the first time. "Just decided not to? After five months, really Stu?" I asked as I teared up, crossed my arms, and hung my head low. Stu hugged me and motioned to other people a bottle sign with his hands and then pointed down at me. "Look (y/n), I wasn't supposed to tell you this but the truth is...Billy just wanted to use you to get closer to Sid. I on the other hand am still free for the taking," Stu said as he crouched down to my level and held me by my upper arms. "No you're not, you still have a girlfriend," I laughed a little as I wiped the tears from my eyes. I looked to the side, I didn't really want to make eye contact with a liar right now. Stu shook his head and said, "Nah Tatum and I were talking in the garage and broke up," as he waved his wrist. "I still don't know Stu... I mean you two just broke up, if anything we should wait-" I was cut off from my sentence when Stu straightened up and hoisted me in the air before kissing me. Kids around us were cheering, whether it was for us or the girl who just got slashed on the screen, I wasn't sure. At least I think it was the screen? I just heard distant screaming, it totally could've been two other teenagers who were "talking" upstairs. "Stu what the fuck?" I asked as he placed me back down. "What I thought that's what you wanted?" He asked, putting his hands up in a 'I come in peace' sort of way. "Yeah but not like this..." I said as I crossed my arms. Stu grabbed one of my arms and twirled me around. "Look, I'm single, you're single, so let's just mingle." He chimed into my ear. I pushed him lightly as I rolled my eyes and gave a soft smile.

Stu and I made up, now we're sitting on the couch with a group of people watching Halloween, one of my favorites and one of the iconics.

"Wait wait, here it comes!" A kid said at the scene of Bob opening the closet to reveal Michael.

Woes and 'no ways' could be heard from the group as they jumped back.

"Awe man the color of the blood is all wrong! Why did they do that, it's too red?" some kid shouted.

"They probably just used food dye and squibs like almost every other movie," I mumbled as I sat uncomfortably on Stu's lap.

"Wait, here comes another!" Randy said as he placed his fist on a kid's knee.

"Oohs" and a loud "Yes!" could be heard from the group.

"Predictable, I knew he was gonna buy it." A kid said from behind the couch.

"How can you watch this shit over and over?" Another one said.

I was going to say something but Stu blurted out, "I wanna see breasts, I wanna see Jamie Lee's breasts. When do we see Jamie Lee's breasts?!" as he held out his hand.

I just rolled my eyes.

"Breasts? Not until Trading Places in 83, Jamie Lee was always-"

I interrupted by saying, "She's the final girl, you're not going to see that stuff from the heroine of the movie."

Randy furrowed his eyebrows at me before saying, "That's why she always outsmarted the killer when they chased her, only virgins can do that, don't you know the rules?"

"What rules?" Stu asked.

"Oh no, here he goes..." I groaned as I threw my head back.

"You-" Randy paused the tv, "Jesus christ, you don't know the rules?" He asked as he stood up and grabbed his beer.

"Have an aneurysm why dontcha?" Stu said as he looked up at the soon to be babbling buffoon.

"There are certain RULES that one must abide by to successfully survive a horror movie. For instance, number one; you can never have sex!" Randy zipped his arm to the right.

An uproar of booing came from the 'audience' of Randy's lecture. I just sunk lower into Stu's lap.

"Hey, no, big no no!" Randy shouted as everyone threw popcorn at him.

Stu said something I didn't quite understand then stuck his tongue out, how the fuck is it so long?

"Sex scenes yeah, okay rule number two; you can never drink or do drugs!" Randy stated as he pointed outward with an 'ok' symbol hand.

Everyone clinked their beer glasses together while I, once again, sunk lower into Stu's lap.

That was before Stu patted my leg, signaling me to get up. So I did.

A kid clicked bottles Randy as he said, "It's a sin, it's an extension of number one. And number three; never, ever, under any circumstances say 'I'll be right back, cause you won't be back."

"Getting another beer, you want one?" Stu asks Randy as he stands up straight.

"Yeah, sure," Randy says as he waves off Stu.

Stu screamed out, "I'll be right back!" Leaving the room with kids screeching and ooing,

"See you push the laws and you end up dead," said Randy as he held out his beer, "Okay I'll see you in the kitchen with a knife."

After Stu came back with the beers everyone let out some sighs of relief and we continued watching the movie. "Were you scared?" Stu whispers in my ear. "Huh? Of what?" I asked, turning a little so I could still see the tv screen. "For me, were you scared I wouldn't come back alive?" Stu joked as he poked my side. "Yeah I was definitely scared. I was ready to start crying and hunt down your killer like the sorority girls in Black Christmas," I whispered as I kissed his cheek.

It felt like minutes before Stu was walking people out of the house. I posted up on the kitchen counter just sitting and eating snacks. I decided I've watched enough horror for the night, which is so weird even for me to say. I think I more so couldn't take anymore of the kids' screaming and shouting every time something small happened. Stu came in briefly earlier to give me a kiss on the cheek as he went to get more beers. Currently I'm eating a piece of popcorn before I heard Randy say, "Listen up, they found Principal Himbry dead. He was gutted and hung from the goal post on the football field." That's enough popcorn for one night... A bunch of kids ran out the front door and were hitting the walls.

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Billy Loomis and Stu Macher: Ghost in the Flesh

Warning: 14+ Swearing. Gore. Word count: 1,688

No party was as good as the ones hosted by Stu Macher. An 18 year old Rich Bitch senior, whose parents decided they could trust him with the house while they went on vacation somewhere in the Bahamas. He was also a piece of eye candy, along with his buddy, the ‘Definition-of-Teen-Angst’ Billy Loomis. He's that one ride or die friend of the school. You see, these guys are popular. While they may not be the jock d-bags of the highschool superiority complex, they are known around here for being party animals. Stu is also the goofiest in the school, the class comedian, if you will.

Me? I’m just… there. Look, Stu is throwing a massive party tonight. I’m not gonna flirt or anything. I just wanna get some beer and bounce. No biggie. In’n’out.

Okay, I'm a little freaked out. I don't wanna bump into a dude named Randy Meeks, a guy who's built like a weasel and acts like one too. He's a horror movie fanatic who acts like school is an actual movie, well, a horror movie. I really have nothing against him, he's a good dude, but still. I'd rather not talk to him.

The whole school day I spent pondering about the party. I found myself daydreaming about Bill- err… watching the movie at the party. Casey and I couldn't stop talking about it. We’re best friends, so we do a lot together.

I rented out the Robin movie and skedaddle. Randy was screaming and I wanted none of that. I go home and put the movie on the counter. "Mom? Hey, I brought a movie home! I know you'll love it!"

School is over for the weekend and I head to the video store on my walk home. Randy is stocking shelves as usual. I look at the comedy section; ooh, my family will love this one! It's a Robin Williams movie! And there he is, Party Man himself. Stu Macher, picking on weasel dude. I see Billy, talking to a group of girls who swoon at his slightest movement (ewww).

It was getting closer to 8. I watched that movie with my parents and ate. I did my homework, cleaned my room, and showered. I set out for the 10-minute walk to Stu's house. Instead, I got a phone call. "Hey, it's Billy. Do you need a ride here?" Right, I gave him my number to help study.

"Well, the house is just a 10 minute walk away-"

"Why don't you just let me pick you up? Shorten that time."

"Uhm, ok then. You need my address?"

"N-... yea, I do."

A few minutes later, I see the car of one of the most popular guys at school pull up in front of my house. Gee, that was fast. "Hey, mom? I'm gonna hang out with my buddies tonight. I'll call you before I leave for home."

I'm in his car. I'm in his car. I'm in his car. Oh my god. Ok, he's cute. But I can't freak out like this. "You- ah, ok there?" He says. "O- oh, yea, I'm sorry, just zoned out." I stammer. His car smells like cologne and it's very clean. And he's right next to me. Billy Loomis. Sitting in his car. Next to a loser.

“Hey, you know Stu and I are close, right?” Billy said. “Of course I do! You guys are double trouble!” I giggled. He laughs. God, that laugh. It was so melodic, so… perfect. “Well, we’ve been thinking about getting closer with you. Y’know, we’re not very close. We wish that was different. You’re very kind, and you have such a great personality.” He admitted. I stare blankly for a second. Hey, did he take a back road? “I like that idea,” I said. He looked at me with those gorgeous brown eyes. “Yeah?”

I nodded and smiled. I can’t believe this! He smiles and giggles lightly to himself. A solid minute went by in silence before we pulled into his driveway. We got there early so we waited in the car a bit. “Hey, that ride took as long as the walk would've taken,” “well, i wanted to have enough time to talk to you,” He says.

“That’s okay, I like long car rides anyways.” I said.

I walked with Billy into Stu's front door. Wow, this place is, just, beautiful. Stu walks right past me, straight to Billy. They start quietly talking together, Billy tosses a glance at me and Stu looks and smiles at me, I had no choice but to smile back. I was a guest in his house after all; you're supposed to be polite to your hosts.

It made me nervous. Really nervous. I wasn't thinking at all. I walked into the kitchen to cool down, that was really weird. Stu walked over to me after the two were done talking. He was actually really nice to me and we had a really fun conversation about aliens and whether or not they’re real. He did impressions of what he thought they would look like. He's such a goofball.

He handed me a beer and sat me down on the couch, right next to him. Wow, he is tall sitting next to me. I took a swig and decided you know what? I can stay for more than a beer. It's all good. I’m not big into horror movies and Stu knew this, so he explained all the lore behind Halloween while we were watching it.

I think one of the boys said something to Randy, because he hasn't even looked at me, not once, the whole night. Not even during his little ramble about the "rules" about being in a horror movie, or whatever.

During the movie, Stu noticed that I was cold. He told me I could go upstairs to grab his sweater. So, I head upstairs very cautiously, looking for the sweater. He said his room, right?

I then feel swift footsteps behind me and an arm wrap around my throat. Shit! I'm in a blood choke! I couldn't get out. Everything just faded.

I woke up in Stu's bed, I must've been out for hours. I stumble and try to fight myself awake. I feel so weak. I stumble down the stairs and begin shaking at the sight.

The whole house was a bloodbath. Randy was tied up and soaked in blood, dead. Sydney was dead.

Casey, oh God, Casey, mutilated beyond recognition and hanging from a tree outside the house. I can’t breathe. I can’t imagine how scared she was. Did she call for help? Could I have saved her?

The only people left were me, Billy, and Stu. They were soaked in blood and covered in stab wounds.

The police were on their way. I tried my best to help Stu, he was practically mutilated. I put pressure on his wounds and moved on to Billy. He wasn't as bad but he was losing a lot of blood.

I don't know why the killer didn't finish me off after I was unconscious.

The wait at the hospital was long. There were police officers and social workers and doctors talking to me, asking weird questions, and it was all happening so fast and I was so scared. I couldn't think, my head felt like it was splitting open. Casey, what did they do to you? Oh God, I’m so sorry.

The boys were in emergency surgery. A nurse came into the waiting room. "Hey, the boys are out of surgery. You can go and visit them, although it would be a while before they wake up."

I get into the hospital room and there they are. A shared hospital room with 2 empty beds opposite of 2 occupied beds. They're both asleep, hooked up to oxygen, connected to wires and tubes of all sorts. It was almost as scary as seeing them drenched in blood back at that party. Well, massacre.

I drag a chair in between the beds, pull the dividing curtain back farther, and wait. I sit and think about the party, how Stu was so tall sitting next to me on his couch, how Billy just... offered me a ride. The ride itself. It seems a little insane but do they... have feelings for me?

After I moved to the woodsboro district, both boys broke up with their girlfriends within a week from each other. It kinda sucks because I liked Sidney and Tatum, and now they want nothing to do with me-

"Hmmm...?" Stu slowly opened his eyes and lifted his head. "I had no idea you'd be here." He said in a tired, raspy voice.

"Hi, Stu. I just wanted to check up on you boys. You guys were really badly hurt. I feel awful, I could've done more to help."

"Honey, it's okay. Besides, imagine how badass these scars are gonna look when they heal over!"

"You big goof!" I giggled. Billy stirred in his bed. He lifted his head, rubbed his eyes, and groaned. "Hey, how did it go ove-" he stopped mid sentence. Both he and Stu shared looks of horror between me and themselves.

Why are they acting so strange?

Oh no.

Oh God.

I felt my heart stop in my chest. They didn’t. They couldn’t have. Casey…

“You… you were the killers?” I said in a soft, shaky voice. Billy smoothed his voice, “Now what makes you think we were the killers?”

“The… the phone call, the conversation at the front door, the… oh God, Casey!” I broke into sobs. I couldn't help it. They killed my best friend!

“Hey, it’s not like that. We never meant to hurt you…” Stu pleaded.

Billy’s expression turned from amusement to horror as he watched tears slip down my cheeks. Both were silent as they leaned in from their beds and wrapped their arms around me. “How can we make it up to you, beautiful?” Billy asked.

Silence fell over what seemed like the whole world.

“Stay with me. That’s the least you can do.”

“Of course, sweetness.” Billy said.

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National Examiner, April 26

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Cover: Queen Elizabeth's royal rage

Page 2: Playing House -- famous best buds who shared the rent -- Dustin Hoffman and Gene Hackman, Ryan Reynolds and Michelle Williams, Robert Downey Jr. and Kiefer Sutherland, Danny DeVito and Michael Douglas

Page 3: Justin Long and Jonah Hill, Ving Rhames and Stanley Tucci, Eddie Redmayne and Jamie Dornan, Jason Priestley and Brad Pitt, Holly Hunter and Frances McDormand, Rob Lowe and Tom Cruise

Page 4: Matt Damon's roles and costumes

Page 6: A Delaware state trooper went above and beyond the call of duty when he surprised a little boy with a brand-new pair of Steph Curry sneakers -- Trooper Joshua Morris and nine-year-old Ra'kir Allen got to be pals when they played basketball together, along with other youths in the area and when the good-hearted cop learned that Ra'kir thought NBA star Stephen Curry of the Golden State Warriors was his idol, he got an idea, and after running the idea past Ra'kir's mother, the cop presented the aspiring sports star with his own pair of shoes -- Morris says cops should never be strangers to the people they protect, and he lives his belief every day

Page 7: Screen legend Bette Davis believed she had psychic abilities, says her assistant Kathryn Sermak, who met the legend in 1979 and was hired within five minutes of meeting her -- as her personal assistant, she was at Bette's service 24 hours a day, but the star was also very generous like if they were going to a film set, the job was seven days a week, but when it was over, she'd give Kathryn a paid vacation anywhere she wanted for as much as six weeks -- few people know that the screen idol loved to pull practical jokes on people; for instance, at cocktail hour, Bette would serve drinks in gag glasses that dribbled, and then when the liquid would pour onto her guests' expensive dresses or suits, she would innocently ask if they were okay -- the assistant also knew Bette's only child, Barbara Davis Hyman, known as B.D., whose father was Bette's third husband, Grant Sherry. Bette and her next husband, Garry Merrill, her co-star in All About Eve, also adopted two more children, Michael and Margot Merrill, but diagnosed with brain damage at age three, Margot has spent her life in institutions

Page 8: Saving Face -- take years off with simple makeup and skincare tips

Page 9: Vax Reax -- prepare for possible COVID jab side effects

Page 10: Billy Adams really knows how to get his daily steps in as the software exec walks 12 miles around Washington D.C. every day, picking up trash by hand -- during the lockdown, Billy took advantage of working from home to find a daily routine that was good for his physical and mental wellbeing, and helps beautify the city he loves -- starting in June, he began to choose a different 12-mile route every day, no matter the weather, Billy crossed from his Maryland home over into D.C. for a three-hour loop, starting at 8:30 a.m., and he picks up trash along the way and dumps bags of it into garbage cans on his route

Page 11: Tips for getting a restful night -- some tried-and-true tips for getting some rejuvenating rest

Page 12: Olivia Newton-John knows a thing or two about survival: she's had breast cancer three times over the past 28 years and has worked tirelessly to save her own life and the lives of others with her extensive research into natural remedies -- the 72-year-old Grease star says she and her husband John Easterling, who founded the Amazon Herb Company to help the world recognize the benefits of the Amazon Rainforest plants, have developed an approach called integrative medicine. It's a mix of doctor-recommended treatments and those from their own research

Page 14: Dear Tony, America's top psychic healer Tony Leggett -- never too late for romance, it will take work

Page 15: Tom Cornish is 96 years old, but age hasn't slowed him down from knitting up a storm of kindness -- over the past year, the Minnesota World War II veteran has donated nearly 500 winter hats in eye-catching colors to the Salvation Army, where he does volunteer work, and he hand-made each and every one of them

Page 16: Keeping the Peace -- TV has its share of great cops, but here are the ten best TV cops of all time -- T.J. Hooker, "Pepper" Anderson, Joe Friday, Andy Sipowicz, Richard "Hutch" Hutchinson, Kate Beckett, Lennie Briscoe, Olivia Benson, Frank Reagan, Sheriff Andy Taylor

Page 18: When a North Carolina school entered custodian Raymond Brown in the state's School Hero Award, he lost to someone else, so they made their own ceremony and gave him $35,000

Page 19: A group of ATV riders got the scare of their lives when one of their dogs stepped off the edge of a steep cliff and kept going, according to Steven Hawkins, president of the Utah ATV Association, who call themselves The Wild Bunch -- they immediately swung into action action to rescue stranded pooch Summer and got together and each took a hold of a rope with Steven at the end, climbing slowly down the face of the rocks as the others held on while looking on in horror, but in the end, the group found the strength to pull man and dog from the cliff face to safety

Page 20: Cover Story -- Queen Elizabeth is on the warpath -- palace aides are walking on eggshells around Her Majesty ever since Prince Harry and wife Meghan Markle dropped the bombshell on American TV that the royal family is a racist mess who completely ignored Meghan's mental health problems, among other horrifying accusations, and the queen will never get over the fact that Harry, without warning, turned his back on his own country and the people Elizabeth has served every day of her 95 years and she's also terrified the royal family's circus-like antics will bring on the end of the monarchy

Page 22: A California couple who were just about to retire drastically changed their plans when they adopted seven children -- Pam and Gary Willis have five children of their own and have been foster parents to many others and just as their last child was about to leave home, Pam spotted a Facebook advertisement searching for a forever home for seven kids from ages 15 to 4 whose parents had been killed in a tragic car crash -- Pam says she couldn't stop staring at their faces, saying she can't explain it, but she just knew she was supposed to be their mom and when she told Gary, she thought he'd call her a wacko because they were just about to retire, but surprisingly he agreed and they both felt it was what God wanted them to do

Page 24: High school senior Dasia Taylor is only 17, but she's going down in medical history for inventing sutures that detect if a wound is infected -- the brilliant student was named as one of 40 finalists in the Regeneron Science Talent Search, the nation's most prestigious science and math competition for high school seniors -- Dasia's sutures, which took a year to perfect, work by changing colors if the patient's PH level alters and the level changes quickly when a wound is healing and goes bad, so she began experimenting with beets, and she found that beets changed color at the perfect PH point and that's perfect for an infected wound -- the color changes from bright red to a dark purple when a wound becomes infected so it's easy to see with the naked eye and Dasia envisions the stitches being used in developing countries, so that infection can be detected with no advanced equipment -- Dasia's goal is to attend Howard University and become a lawyer

Page 25: 4 signs you may have weak bones

Page 26: Sentimental baseball fantasy Field of Dreams hit a home run with its poignant story of second chances, and as the one-of-a-kind movie celebrates its 32nd anniversary, here are some of the secrets behind the classic motion picture

Page 28: Wisdom of the stars -- inspirational quotes to light your way -- Javier Bardem, Tom Cruise, Leonardo DiCaprio, Michelle Obama, Brad Pitt, Diana Ross, Justin Timberlake, Meryl Streep, Anne Hathaway

Page 29: Beyonce, Barack Obama, George Clooney, Sidney Poitier, Katy Perry, Taylor Swift, Rihanna, Will Smith, Matt Damon, Ariana Grande

Page 32: Get Insects to Bug Off -- save your picnic and your sanity with DIY tricks

Page 40: Chakras -- Your powers begin within -- what chakras are and what they do

Page 42: 10 facts about Law & Order: SVU

Page 44: Eyes on the Stars -- Blake Shelton says he's hoping for a summer wedding with fiance Gwen Stefani, Sylvester Stallone is writing a potential TV prequel to his Rocky film franchise, Tara Reid recently wiped out on the red carpet in six-inch platform heels, Evelyn Sakash who worked on art direction on Mermaids was recently found dead in her NYC home months after she was reported missing in September 2020, Dancing with the Stars pro Sharna Burgess recently made her red carpet debut in Malibu with beau Brian Austin Green, Jeffrey Dean Morgan admits he's still shocked about The Walking Dead coming to a close later this year, Martha Stewart made waves last summer when she posted a sultry selfie on social media and admits she got so many proposals and so many propositions

Page 45: Rita Moreno attends the SAG Awards via video (picture), Selena Gomez and Martin Short shares some giggles on a NYC set (picture), Mary Steenburgen playfully serenades husband Ted Danson (picture), Helen Mirren (picture), Joe Giudice recently met Luis "Louie" Ruelas who is the current boyfriend of his former wife Teresa Giudice, Salma Hayek has joined the cast of House of Gucci playing clairvoyant Pina Auriemma, Ben Affleck gushed over ex Jennifer Lopez in a recent interview

Page 46: Two best friends are even closer after one rescued the other using CPR, a single day after she completed a course on how to administer the life-saving technique -- Torri'ell Norwood, age 16, was at the wheel when a speeding driver rammed her car, sending it hurtling smack into a tree and the St. Petersburg, Florida teen climbed through the window to safety when her door wouldn't open, and two of her three passengers also managed to get out, but her BFF A'zarria Simmons was still inside the wreck unconscious -- Torri'ell had just completed her CPR training the day before and knew what to do so she pulled her pal from the vehicle and, when she couldn't find a pulse, administered 30 compressions and two rescue breaths until A'zarria regained consciousness and paramedics soon arrived and rushed the girl to a hospital

Page 47: Get out of the wind and rain, or just find some shade, while you wait for the next bus in these quirky, fruit-shaped sculpture bus stops -- the idea began in Japan and is now spreading to other countries, so don't be surprised to see a super-sized piece of fruit at the end of your block in the near future

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