𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 || stu macher

THIRTY SIX ; HOT SECOND

Billy stopped pacing the room when he heard the girls' scream echo throughout the house. There was the sound of several pairs of feet running panickedly down the hardwood floors of the hallway just outside.

Dewey called them into the room, and Molly, Stu, Gale, Jennifer and Jane came barreling into the room, horrified, panicked and out of breath.

"Billy, Dewey," Molly gasped, trying to catch her breath.

She was already latched onto Stu's right arm when she reached for Billy's left. Molly's grip on him was tight, but he knew she just needed the confirmation that he was there in front of her, unharmed and alive.

"He's here, man." Stu said, looking beyond distressed - his hair was a mess, possibly from running so much. "I- we didn't see him, but he just...he just killed Angelina."

Billy turned his head at the sound of a shakey breath to Molly's right. Jane stood there, face pale and horrified with a few new tear trails on her cheeks.

"And Roman." Jane said breathily. A sound like a strangled croaking frog came from her throat before she continued. "He killed Roman. And I wasn't even there to..." she inhaled vibrato and covered her mouth with her hands again.

"Jane..." Jennifer put and arm around her bestfriend. Molly hesitantly placed one on her shoulder.

Billy wanted to offer Jane his comfort too. He almost did, he was so close, but Jennifer spoke.

"We'll be safer if we stick together, right?" The actress asked.

Dewey furrowed his eyebrows. "Yeah, of course. Why-"

All four girls in the room (plus Stu) let out horrified screams as the killer - dressed all clad from head to toe in his black robe and white mask - burst through the door and landed a solid punch on Dewey's cheek that was most likely hard enough to give the man a concussion - a splitting headache at the least.

Molly, Gale, Billy, Stu, Jennifer and Jane ran, shouting at each other, screaming in panic as they fled the killer.

They entered a conjoining room, which had Tyson, Christopher and Joey as it's occupants.

"What's goin' on!?" Tyson exclaimed as the other six came running in. Him and everyone else whipped their heads around as the killer came stalking through another side door. "Oh, shit!"

Ghostface delivered another blow, this time to Tyson's chest, and sent him flying to the ground.

"Tyson!" Christopher picked up an empty flower vase from a dresser and chucked it, hitting the killer in the shoulder. The porcelain shattered and fell over Tyson, who covered his face with his arms on the ground. The killer looked up at Christopher now, and the actor's face fell. "Oh, fuck." He stumbled backwards.

Before the killer could advance on Christopher, Dewey appeared in the doorway behind the masked figure, clamped a hand over his shoulder and pulled him around.

"Dewey, no!" Molly warned, but was too late.

Ghostface, flashing out his knife, slashed Dewey across the top of the forearm. Dewey let out a pained shout of alarm and reached for the new wound. In his distraction, the killer punched Dewey's face again, and he collapsed once more.

As the killer turned around, Tyson jumped up off the floor and flew at the attacker, slamming him against the wall forcefully. It wasn't forceful enough however, because the killer was able to get a brutal stab in Tyson's stomach. The actor fell to the floor in pain, clasping his hand over his stab wound.

"You motherfucker!" Christopher shouted through gritted teeth and a scowl of hatred. He lunged at the killer.

The next few moments were as much as blur as the night of September 5th, 2000 could get.