"Are you okay?" His words were comforting. Like rich and warm honey floating through my mind. I felt completely dazed with the beer bottle in my hand. The people around us gawked over the movie playing on the screen. I moved my head back onto Stu's chest. Our backs were pressed together creating a warmth like no other.
"This isn't bad is it?" I asked closing my eyes. "Is what bad?" the dirty blond above me questioned playing with my hair. "Laying here with you... What about Tatum?"
"Don't worry about Tatum... And besides, you are being silly, you're drunk, and thinking crazy." He whispered into my ear.
Some people are funny drunks, emotional drunks, sleepy drunks, I am a cuddly drunk. At the last party of Stu's that I went to, no one wanted to snuggle next to me, so I chose the cat, and was found passed out with his cat in my arms. But instead of the cat, Stu's hands replaced that comfort. That closeness that my drunk body so desperately desired.
"I wanna see Jamie Lee's breasts! When do I get to see Jamie Lee's breasts?" Stu shouted to the others. "Are Tatum's not good enough?" I smiled. "She never showed her tit's till she went legits!" Randy spoke going onto a monologue about the different nerdy things he had conjured up during his 17-year life.
I groaned and rubbed my forehead. "Fuck you're annoying!" I complained. "I thought we were friends Valarie!" Randy sighed. "Anyways, before I was rudely interrupted..." Stu sat up. "Do you wanna head upstairs?" I nodded. "Never say be right back, because you're not going to be right back!"
"I'll be right back!" Stu mocked guiding me out of the room. I laughed as he turned back around and grabbed my waist. "How many have you had?" He asked. "Maybe 3? 4?" I'm not exactly sure..." He nodded and guided me to his room. I laid down on his bed and tucked myself into the covers. "You know, you are really pretty...." I turned my head up and smiled. "Thank you, you are very pretty as well!"
Stu smiled. "Have a good sleep," he murmured kissing my forehead. He walked out, making sure to shut off the light and close the door.
A female scream from another room alarmed me, making me sit up. "Hello?" I called. There was nothing but silence now. I rubbed my eyes and stood up, making sure to pull my red dress further down my thighs. I opened the door and poked my head out. "Stu? Sidney? Billy?" No response.
"Valarie!" I turned my head to the sound. Billy tumbled forward, outside of Stu's parents' room, his blood coated the front of his shirt. "Billy!" I shouted running forward. But the male behind him stopped me. "Watch out!" I screamed as the knife plunged into his back, and the killer pulled him back into the room slamming the door shut. I ran the opposite way and into Stu's room. I shut the door and locked it.
My drunken state seemed to fade and was now replaced with fear, and thoughts of how to get away. My first thought was to go through the window, but after opening it, and noticing that I would have to drop, I decided against it. A pounding sounded from the door. "Valarie let me in!" Stu shouted. "Billy's dead! Quick let me in!" His voice sounded more distressed than serial-killer-esque, so I unlocked the door quickly and let him in.
"What are we going to do!?" He questioned running a hand through his hair and sitting on the edge of his bed. "I don't know! Do you have a bat or something!?" I rushed into his closet and turned on the light. "Wait Val-" His voice stopped and everything seemed to freeze. The back wall of his closet was practically a shrine. Photos of our group had their heads crossed out, everyone except mine. Polaroids were taped, and displayed many of the times we hung out. Such good memories looked so bad right now. I slowly turned around to face Stu, who was frozen. "You weren't supposed to see that..." His eyebrows furrowed and I began to shake. Fighting wasn't an option in this case.
With Stu being much taller than me, I would easily lose. He maneuvered in front of the door, blocking me from my exit. "I swear, it's not what it looks like! You just need to calm down and we can talk about it! Okay?" I didn't care. My legs pushed past him as I flung myself out the window. Rookie fucking mistake. I slid down the shingles desperately grabbing at anything to stop my descent towards the ground.
But my body continued to fall. I twisted to my stomach, just in time to grab the edge of the gutter. It slowed me down, but the force of me falling, and my weight was too much, causing it to bend and continue my drop. I screamed as I hit the ground, my ankle bent sending a sharp sting up to my hip. "Mother fucker!" I yelled. I clenched my teeth and stood up. The agonizing pain made me want to drop back down.
I could hear Stu yell from the top. My body trembled, and tears welled in my eyes. A yellow shirt caught my attention. Bile began to rise into my throat as I identified the body hanging.
Tatum...
I limped across the front yard, screaming for anybody. "Help me!" A news van sat in the parking lot. Thank god! I have an escape! Finally, Gale Weathers comes in handy.
I opened the gate and made my way to the vehicle. After a few pounds on the door, the male inside woke up and ushered me in. "The killers here! He's in the house!" I wailed slamming the door shut. Where was Sidney? Where was Dewey? Was this some sick joke played on me? So many questions ran through my head. "Behind you!" A voice called. Behind me, a TV was broadcasting inside the house, and there sat Randy. Dead center on the screen. "Randy..." I mumbled as my eyes became entranced. The masked killer sauntered behind him. "Behind you kid!" The male next to me yelled. A tear slipped down my face.
I was silent. My voice was gone. Nothing but trembling fingers, and a shaky breath. The male raised his hands into the air and clasped the knife. He opened the sliding door behind us and froze. "30-second delay!" He groaned looking to the TV again. The hooded figure exited the screen and the sound of a cut filled my ears. I gasped turning around to see him. Blood dripped from the knife he held. The male who I thought to be my savior, held his neck and fell to the ground.
My body acted on its own, kicking the masked figure in the gut, and slamming the door shut.
He began pulling at the handle of the door as I quickly crawled out of a small hole that lead to the back of the van. The killer struggled to follow me. I did my best, and as quick as I could, ran back inside to get Randy.
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Bound In Carnage - Billy Loomis x (OC) - Stu Macher x (OC)
Horror"It all began with a scream over 911, and ended in a bloodbath that has rocked the town of Woodsboro." Or at least, that's how it was supposed to end. For Valarie Michaels, it ended with much more. 2 killers had fallen madly in love with her, and to...
