ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜɪᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
Two years passed, Jamie has been waiting for the day she'd see him again. Now Billy is back, ready for the sequel, but there's just one problem. He wants her best friend to be apart of it all.
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Previously... "Tonight at the Cineplex here in Downtown Austin, the movie Stab premiered." A new reporter spoke directly to the camera, "Tragedy struck when two college students Maureen Evans and Phil Stevens were killed."
"There's another one," Billy said.
"Oh fuck man." Stu combed a hand through his hair.
"How is that even possible?" Jamie looked at the two boys. The room spun and Liv covered her mouth, the bile that had been threatening to come up all night was finally coming up. She ran to the bathroom and fell to her knees in front of the toilet.
The Next Morning... - Olivia -
Note to self, when murderers rampage through your town and you have a horrible hangover you may get little to no sleep. Olivia thought as she stared herself down in the mirror. Her under eye circles almost looked like two bruises they were so dark. She did her best to wipe off the make up from the night before but there was still smeared mascara around her eyes. She'd opted for a messy bun, borrowed a flannel from Stu and some jeans and a shirt from Jamie.
Four people were dead from the night before, two were at the party and two at a movie theatre almost 10 miles away from the party. It would be impossible for the killer to have been at both places at once. So there were multiple killers. Paul had been a red herring, she could see that clearly now. Whoever was doing this had gotten Paul carted away and she'd let him take the blame. She'd hoped it was that easy but, Paul may have been a raging dick but he wasn't some homicidal serial killer.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Liv?" Mickey asked from outside of the bathroom. She straightened up, wiped under her eyes with the edge of the flannel sleeves. She unlocked the door and opened it. He stood there with wide eyes, his olive green eyes taking in the sight of her.
"You're late," she said and pushed past him. Granted she'd been late too, Labyrinth was opened by Esther that morning. She was almost to the door out of the storage room when Mickey grabbed her wrist and stopped her.
"I'm sorry I disappeared last night," He said.
She glanced down at her feet. The truth was she'd been terrified the night before, when she couldn't find him. She tried calling his landline in the dorm, but it went straight to voicemail. "I thought you were dead," she said. Her eyes flickered up to his again and she bit the inside of her cheek.
"Well I'm not," he motioned to him standing there. "Besides I'm not the killers first target. That'll come later. My death would be too sad to be the first kill of the movie." Olivia shot her hand out and pushed him.
