I entered through the backdoor and was met with silence. "Randy?" I whispered, making my way to the living room. "Where the fuck are you?" I murmured as more tears dripped down my face.
A loud bang came from the front door. I ran back out the backdoor, and around to the front. There has to be at least one car... Billy's car was missing. But the cop car wasn't. "Dewey!?" I cried scanning my surroundings. "Dewey, please! Where are you?" A soft voice spoke behind me, at the front door, "Valarie?" I spun around. "Dewey! Thank god!" I stumbled up to meet him on the porch.
He stumbled as well, I was taken aback by his posture, slumped, and closed off. "Dew-" My voice caught in my throat as he leaned for support up against the beam. A long knife stuck out of his back. He collapsed on the porch, curled up into a ball. "Dewey!" I cried again rushing to his aid. I knelt down beside him and grasped his face. "Come on man! Not you too!" But he was gone. A black cloak appeared in my vision, standing to the right of me, in the doorway.
My head peered upwards, and I was met with the same sadistic mask that had been chasing me all night. I let out a frightened scream and took off in the direction of Dewey's car. He grabbed the knife out of Dewey's back, and slowly began to follow me.
I hopped in the front seat and locked the doors. The figure pulled at the handles. My arm reached for the key to turn on the car but was met with cold metal. The killer tapped on the glass and my body froze. He shook the keys in his hand and I could almost feel the smirk on his face. Then he disappeared under the car.
A female voice spoke into the walkie-talkie on Dewey's dashboard. I quickly took it in my hands, "Please help! I'm being attacked at the Macher house! It's 261, Turner Lane, please send help quickly! I'm Valarie Michaels! 261, Turner Lane!" I began to sob. "Please..." My voice died out as my body began to rock.
A hand grabbed my throat, silencing my cries. My left hand grabbed at the door, trying to pry it open, but I couldn't. I whined as my bruises began to burn. "Shhh, don't fight back... Go to sleep..." The cloaked man spoke caressing my face with one hand. His voice was too low, and I couldn't make out who it was as my vision began to get blurry.
I bawled my right hand into a fist, and with my left one, I slammed on the car horn. A loud blare erupted, causing my opponent to waver. With his mistake, I pushed my free hand between my neck and his hand. He began to push back, but I quickly kicked him, my high heel dug into his chest, not enough to puncture, but just send him flying backward.
I unlocked the door and pushed myself out.
I sprinted back to the house my ankle burned and pressured me to stop, but I couldn't. My throat hurt even worse. The bruises seemed to feel like they were growing and encasing my whole chest, and jaw. "Gale! Sidney! Randy!" I yelled reaching the house. A shiny gun stuck out from Dewey's holster and I tried not to let out a wail as I picked it up. "Valarie! Val, we need to get out of here!" Randy's voice caught me off guard. Where the fuck did this bitch come from? I held the gun up quickly and shuffled backward.
"Randy I fucking love you but I swear to god if you move your bitch ass one foot I will shoot!" I yelled. "Your bruises!" He spoke mentioning my neck. I'm sure from being choked they were probably inflamed and swelling. "I don't fucking care about my bruises! Where the fuck have you been?" He bounced with nervousness. "Don't shoot me! I found Tatum! She's dead!" A taller male ran to the gate. "I think Stu did it!" I shook and my body tightened up. "Don't listen to him, Valarie!"
Randy moved closer as Stu pressed forward. "It's him!
"He killed my girl, man!" Stu cried. I backed up over Dewey and into the house. "Stop it!" I screamed. Stu grabbed Randy's arm and threw him down the steps. "Val baby please give me that gun!" He spoke. I debated but after seeing the items in his closet I changed my mind. They pointed accusing fingers at each other and I had no clue what to do. "Get away!" I screamed slamming the door shut and locking it. I inhaled deeply replacing the breath I had been holding for so long.
They banged on the door and continued the accusations.
I broke down into sobs for the nth time this night.
The sounds of a struggling body drafted through my ears. I turned around quickly pointing the gun, only to see Billy kneeling at the top of the stairs. "Val..." he murmured before tumbling down the stairs. "Fuck! Billy!" I yelled rushing over to him. "Are you okay? I thought you were dead! Please get up!" I lifted Billy up, pressing my weight into the wall next to us.
"It's Sidney... she did it!" He spoke into my ear. "Sidney?" I questioned. "But she got attacked...?" He leaned up against the walls. "I know! She has an accomplice, whoever it is, they were the one that attacked her, and you."
He limped towards the door. "No, she's out there somewhere! Don't do it!" I spoke tugging on his shirt. "No, it's fine! Give me the gun, we need help..." His voice was soothing, and I handed over the gun. He took my shaking hand in his and held me behind his back. Slowly, he opened the door. "Please help me!" Randy spoke barging into the house. My eyes squeezed shut and my body tensed. "Get in, get in!" Billy spoke ushering him inside, and relocking the door.
"Stu's flipped out! He's gone mad!" Randy's face was pale with fear, I'm sure all of ours were. My arms crossed in front of my chest in a way to keep them from shaking.
We finally had a strong enough group to fight off the killer. He couldn't kill three of us at once, right? I questioned the odds as Billy made a slow turn to face Randy. His hand tightened on the gun as he spoke.
"We all go a little mad sometimes..."
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Bound In Carnage - Billy Loomis x (OC) - Stu Macher x (OC)
Kinh dị"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...
