Millennium || Billy & Stu ||

0. Pilot

Darkness. I can't fucking see.

Rumbling? Did I eat lunch?

Lurching. Confined space.

Ropes around my wrists and ankles. Duct tape over my mouth.

Fuck. I know where I am. The trunk.

Those asshole chloroformed me! And my sweet Tatum... I'll never forgive those dipshits for what they did to my best friend. Yes, I had a crush on her, BUT THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT. THEY BROKE HER GODDAMN NECK. WHY. I'LL KILL THEM FOR THAT. ESPECIALLY STU.

A right. Then straight. Then another right. A left. Maybe if I remember the directions, I can escape? Right? Wrong. My brain is shit. I already forgot the sequence.

We stopped lurching. Maybe the car is stopped? Footsteps. Two sets. Either side of the car.

"Wake up, babydoll. We're here," Billy Loomis growls with a sick grin on his face after throwing open the trunk.

Stu laughs his idiotic laugh and grins at me, the smile of a maniac.

"Bring her in," Billy commands Stu. Stu does as he's told, the little fucking lapdog, and throws me onto the gravel drive. Tears start to well up from the extra force he used to demonstrate his strength to me incase I try to escape.

I'm pulled to my feet unceremoniously and shoved towards a small shed. Cabin? It's like two feet wide. What the fuck is going on.

Billy opens the door and Stu, now gently, guides me through the doorway. What's up with him? He goes from croon to sweetheart in an instant.

What is going to happen to me here?

They lead me to the dank basement, full of roaches and other creatures no doubt, and sit me down onto the floor. It's damp.

Stu unties my ropes in exchange for chains. Yippee.

"Now I want you to stay here like a good girl, can you do that for me?" Billy asks, anger dripping from his voice like venom.

"Like a good girl, okay?" Stu repeats for me incase I didn't understand the first fucking time. What a dumbass.

I nod my head frantically, scared of what they'll do if I don't agree to their conditions, and stare at the ground. I can practically hear Billy's smug grin radiating from his face as the two walk, or in Stu's case bound, up the stairs and slam the door locking it.

"Shit," I murmur, my voice dry and hoarse. Even though I have duct tape covering my mouth, my voice is pretty clear. If I screamed, maybe someone would hear? No. There's no way we're close to other people with how long I was crammed in that trunk.

I was just kidnapped after two of my best friends murdered the other of my best friends. Sidney. Tatum. Randy. I'll never see them again. Never eat lunch at the fountain with them and laugh at Randy's stupid voices. I hate Billy. And Stu.

So in my story, I completely disregard the sequels and the fact that Randy and Sidney actually make it. It just helps the plot better, but Gale and Dewey are still alive (Sid's dad is in jail for the Macher House Massacre). Sorry for any confusion, and I know this chapter is short but it's just the introduction! :)