Things were broken all around us as they fought, Sidney and I were still separated as we watch them fight. That was until Billy hits the floor, letting Michael take the upper hand in the fight. He places his foot on Billy, keeping him where he is. Memories flood my brain as I was reminded of the same position I was in.
Only I know Michael is going to actually kill Billy.
Rummaging through the kitchen drawers I find the closest thing that I have to a weapon. You see Sidney and I assumed the fight would have been over already because all the knives were in the living room. Tightening my grip on the form I force the pronged utensil through the back of Michael's head.
He lets out a groan as he stumbles around the room, trying to get the fork out of his head. This meant his weight was off of Billy, freeing him. Only when the fork was out of Michael's head, his beady eyes were on me.
"Come on big boy," I say to him, grabbing more forks. "You were hot in the movies, but not today. You and me got beef."
"(Y/n)," Sidney lets out a small laugh as she helps billy to his feet.
"Michael. You killed my dog, you are going to have to pay for that."
Each step I took towards him, he also took one toward me. My eyes locked on the knife that he held, pointed right at me. Within seconds he was right in front of me, letting me place fork after fork into his chest. His eyes look down at his chest as he registers the fact that there were many tiny little holes in him now.
This enrages him, slashing in my direction which causes me to step back. The knife makes contact with my face, but not enough to make me useless. With the amount of time that I have to distract Michael, Billy was back on his back. A knife glides across his neck, making blood splatter across the clean walls of the house.
Billy jumps down from Michael as he clutches his neck in an attempt to stop himself from bleeding. Yet he wasn't successful. He drops to the ground with a loud thud, causing me to jump. The three of us look down at the body before we notice red and blue lights outside. Sidney and I run outside, being met by paramedics. They grab ahold of us as the cops enter the house to see what happened.
Paramedics check up on my wounds, worried about the cut on my face that was bleeding badly. Sidney held my hand as they told me I had to be transported to the hospital. Everything sort of happened so fast that I didn't even respond to them. I was met with my past nightmare of a killer, introduced to the killer that killed my dog, watched someone die, and now I'm forced to go to a hospital.
"Where is Billy?" I ask Sidney as we were driving to the hospital.
"He didn't follow us outside, maybe the cops found him?" She shrugs.
"I hope so."
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I sign paper after paper for me to get discharged from the hospital. All I needed was a few stitches on my forehead, from when Michael slashed me with his knife. Sidney stood beside me as she watched me sign my name after so many times, eager to get home.
It was the day after Halloween, candy wrappers littered the street as we walk outside. A police cruiser pulled up in front of us, telling us to get in. Sidney and I get in the back as the cop drives us home.
"We discarded the dog out of the house," he says, looking at me through the rearview mirror.
"Thank you," I whisper.
"We uh, have other news to inform you both."
"What?"
"Michael is alive."
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I'm sorry that fight scene was kinda bad. Forgive me plz
