Sequels Suck

Chapter 11

You sat in a hospital waiting room while Derek got examined in a room 15 feet away. You could see him sitting on the bed. It had been a good hour or two since the attack. Dewey was with him in the doorway while you, Randy and Hallie all waited. Mickey came out after the detectives interrogated him.

"Miss McDaniel. Could you come with us please?"

Hallie looked a bit apprehensive and Mickey placed a hand on her shoulder for reassurance. "Don't worry, Hal. Easiest interrogation of my criminal life." Hallie nodded as she fiddled with her necklace and followed the detectives.

Mickey sat beside you while Randy sat on the other side. "How are you holding up?" He asked you, leaning back in his seat to turn towards you.

You sighed and glanced over at Mickey. "As best as I can... That poor girl."

"Yeah, it's crazy." Mickey mumbled with a heavy sigh.

"I should have never come here to Windsor."

Randy turned to you in his seat. "Hey, this is not your fault. The killer could be after me too. Or any of us."

You gave a humorless smile while shaking your head. "No...No, I know for a fact they're after me." You rolled your lips and blinked up at the ceiling with a shaky breath. "The target was Sid...Now, it's me."

Randy shook his head. "YN, if that was the case; why Maureen or Phil or Cici?"

"...To taunt me."

Mickey shook his head with a small smile. "Hey, no one blames you. We're here for you. Need anything, say the word and we're there."

"Derek got hurt because of me. He could have been killed-"

Randy sighed. "Derek got hurt because he went back into the house without a weapon. Not because of you."

Mickey added. "And he wasn't killed. He's fine, he just needs to realize the 90s is no time to play hero. I mean, why would he go back in that house anyway?"

Randy's eyes shot up to Mickey at that comment. Some idea whirling in his mind as you rested your head in your hand. Your voice was hoarse as you spoke to Mickey. "...Do you mind grabbing us a coffee? I need to talk to Randy."

Mickey nodded as he got up. "Sure. Sure, no problem. Any special order?"

You smiled and shook your head. Randy added. "Cream and sugar...Just bring a few packets back."

You both watched Mickey go through the doors as Randy quickly turned to you, resting a hand on your knee. "YN, look at me." You did so as he stared intently into your eyes, keeping his voice low. "We're gonna catch whoever this is...If we're dealing with a sequel; it's always someone you know. And it still might not involve-"

"Randy, for god sakes stop. Okay, just stop and accept we're involved again."

He sighed but didn't argue.

You couldn't help giving a humorless laugh as tears pricked your eyes. "It's definitely someone we know. Both of us. And they are so pissed at me that they aren't going to stop until everyone I know is dead."

Randy tilted his head and stared at you with concern in his eyes."...YN...What had you so freaked out before the cops showed up at the Zeta house?"

You folded your arms and slowly shook your head. "You won't believe me. That's the goal here. Isolate me, turn everyone against me, then strike. By time people figure it out; it's too late. I told the detectives and they both gave each other weird looks. I guess I can't blame them...No one is going to take it seriously and I'm on my own...Again."