Sequels Suck

Chapter 21

"Baby, it took you long enough. You had me worried for a minute. " Mickey muttered as Hallie gave a fake sad face.

"I know, sweetie. But I had to backtrack to get the other detective's gun...Come here." She smiled softly at him as she sauntered over, running her fingers over the cut on his face and through his hair. "You're pretty banged up, Mick." 

He smiled down at her, wrapping one arm around her waist while still aiming the gun. "So are you, Hal...That's good. Makes it easier to really sell it. You're still so damn sexy. Prettiest killer they're ever gonna see." 

"Aw, really? You think so? You are so sweet-" 

Stu gagged to himself. "Ew, just kill me and end it already. " 

They ignored him. Stu and Billy seemed more annoyed and mildly surprised than anything. You on the other hand couldn't even form a proper thought. Both their guns were drawn as she rose up to kiss him. Passionately kissing each other as your brain tried wrapping around it all. Billy went to bolt and Hallie instantly raised the gun and pulled away from her secret partner. Side eyeing Billy as Mickey smirked at her. Genuine endearment in his gaze before pulling the gun back on all of you. 

You were completely and utterly shocked. Staring right at her. Blood all over her shirt but fine. Giving you a smug smile as you stood there with your mouth open, blinking away tears and trying to form a sentence. 

"I...I-" You stuttered as she raised her brows at you, keeping that smug smile in place and the gun aimed. 

"Yes, YN?" 

"I don't understand…" She wasn't Hallie to you anymore. Not the one you thought you knew. A twisted smirk on her lips and a dark look in her eyes as you faced down the barrel of her gun. You saw the blood all over her and shook your head. "I saw you get stabbed!" You whimpered.

"Don't you get it, YN? She copied what I did at Woodsboro." Billy mumbled with a glare. He was forced to stand a few feet away from you. Mickey and Hallie had you all three cornered. 

Hallie raised her brows with a mocking bark of laughter. "HA! Copied you? Oh honey...Don't flatter yourself. You used corn syrup like a complete dumbass rookie. I mean, what the hell were ya gonna say when they found that shit!? 'Sorry, I had a late night snack and used red dye to be festive for Halloween? I guess I'm just a messy eater?'" She waved her gun as she spoke with a bewildered smirk. She shook her head, her tone dropping as she eyed you all.  "Uh uh...I used blood. Real blood. My blood." 

You scrunched your face as she continued. "Blood drives for the Zeta House are routine. After all, charity looks really good on a wild college student's record. So I did my charity by giving my blood. It probably reverse uno's the good deed by stealing it back but come on! It came outta my body after all!...I got rid of it on the way here but the answer was a small bag placed under my shirt. Mickey had to pretend to aim just right; high above his head to really sell it that he was stabbing deeper than half an inch...Him driving like a maniac didn't help me trying not to puncture the damn thing." She scowled at him and he rolled his eyes.

"Babe, I had to! That fuckin pig wouldn't get off the hood." 

It was starting to click why she didn't get down in time for Andrews to make the shot. Why she sat behind the driver's seat to begin with. 

She continued. "...It really was as easy as me flirting with the phlebotomist, pretending to feel woozy and needing some extra love n' care while Mickey snuck around the back of the truck and grabbed my bag. So, when this shit is investigated; it won't look as premeditated as fucking corn syrup….We're going for the 'had a mental breakdown and suddenly snapped under pressure' not 'planned this for months'."