𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 || stu macher

TWENTY ; AMATEUR

Three hours later, Molly's bags were packed, and she was walking out of the dorms silently.

Sidney was with her, and the two detectives were the ones leading them out of the buildings.

Of course, Molly hadn't told Sidney what she'd done. She wouldn't have reacted very rationally.

When they all came walking out the doors to where the detectives had parked the car, they were met with Derek standing there, waiting for Sidney.

Molly noticed how Sidney seemed tense as she walked to her boyfriend, which led her to wonder what had happened between them earlier. But she said nothing, and just walked around the car to throw her bags inside.

"Hi." Said Sidney to Derek.

"Hi." He said back.

Derek wasn't able to say anything else before officer Richards spoke to the girls. "We'd better get going." He told them.

Molly leaned down to slide into the car, and closed the door. A moment later, Sidney followed her steps and took the seat on the left. Outside, Derek put his hand on the door.

Before he closed it, he leaned down to look into the backseat, his gaze settling on Molly.

"Uh, Molly..." He said. She shifted her head to look at him. "I'm really sorry...about Randy."

Molly stared at him for a minute, not sure what to think, before he numbly nodded her thanks and turned to look out her window. Derek closed the other door, and officer Andrews drove them away from the dorms.

Molly sighed quietly to herself and crossed her arms, leaning her forehead against the window as she looked out, watching the passing buildings and lights outside. If she and her bestfriend weren't currently on a killer's hit list, Molly might've used that time to take a nap.

She hadn't taken a rest all day. She hadn't had the time to, nor did she want to. She feared that if she closed her eyes for more than a second, she would see Randy's blood-spattered body again.

In her lap, Molly's hands anxiously clutched Randy's wallet. She'd put their picture back inside of it, fearing she would loose it otherwise. She'd also put the blood covered phone number inside it as well - just in case.

Molly only turned her attention back to inside the car when they slowed down and stopped at a red light.

It was uncomfortably silent out on the streets. There was no cars anywhere in sight. Molly didn't understand why the detectives didn't just skip the light and save time. Well, they were cops, of course they stopped. Tiredly, Molly shoved Randy's wallet into her back pocket and then shifted in her seat uncomfortably.

To diffuse the awkward silence in the car, Sidney turned her head to look through the grate separating the girls from the officers.

"So, where are you taking us?"

"If we tell you..." Richard's turned his head to look back at her. "we'll have to kill you." He chuckled and looked over at Andrews at the wheel.

Andrews looked back as well. "Don't ask, don't tell."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the all too familiar mask of the Ghostface killer jumped up in front of the windshield.

Molly - who had been looking at Andrews - was the first one who saw it. She screamed fearfully, and Sidney joined once she saw as well.

The officers spun around, and the killer slammed his fist through the driver's window. With their startlement, the killer was able to easily slit Andrews throat with his knife. Then the killer climbed up the side of the car and reached the roof. Molly looked up frantically as she heard the killer's feet stomp around above them.