Ethan Landry : Oneshots - Scream 6

Daughter of Stu Macher

Tw: Self harm and cancer

Y/m stands for "Your mom".

I'm so tempted to pull a "yo mom" joke, but I will not.

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1996

The people in Woodsboro were on edge. People had been killed by an unknown psychopath. The young woman in the video store was feeling a bit uneasy as well, but hey. She still needed the momey. Working extra at the video store didn't make a lot of money, but it was enough.

"If you were the only suspect in a senseless bloodbath, would you be standing in the horror section?" Randy Meeks said to the taller Stu Macher. Billy Loomis was indeed standing in the horror movie section, but that didn't prove anything, according to Y/m.

"What? It was just a misunderstanding. He didn't do anything." Stu answered, nodding against Billy.

"You're such a little lapdog. He's got 'Killer' printed all over his forehead!"

"Okay! Really? Well why'd the cops let him go, smart guy?" Stu said, mocking the movie nerd infront of him.

"Because obviously they don't watch enough movies. This is standard horror movie stuff." Randy then continued to reference multiple horror movies.

"Yeah? Why'd he want to kill his own girlfriend?" Stu continued. Y/m glanced over at the tall boy, but she remained unnoticed, where she was sorting through the comedy section.

"There's always some stupid, bullshit reason to kill your girlfriend." Randy then continued, "That's the beauty of it all, simplicity.

The young girl shook her head.

"This isn't a horror movie." Y/m said, looking at Randy. "And besides, we know Billy. He wouldn't do something like this." This made Stu turn around and look at Y/m. He grinned at her, making her heart skip a beat.

"Exactly! You should listen to her more often, smart guy." Stu said, turning back to Randy. Y/m smiled, happy to have received the tall boys attention. Stu might look at her one day and actually see her. See her as more than a classmate.

Now

It would take years before my mother would tell me any of this. About the very inappropriate crush she had on her classmate. A guy, who would later be revealed to have killed people.

My mom was horrified. She defended him, denied that he would ever be capable of this... She defended him, up until he confessed what he and Billy was planning to do. The same day as the party.

My mom used to tell me that she didn't know who my father was. That it was a 'reckless one night stand with a stranger'. But one night she told me, the night before she passed away from illness.

I watched my mother die. She died long before her heart stopped beating. She was dying a little more each and every day in that hospital.

I turned the knife in my hand, looking at myself in the reflection. I'm never gonna watch another one I love die. Ethan was pacing around the room.

"Mindy suspects us." He said, while walking back and forth in my room at campus.

"Mindy suspects everyone."

"Yeah, everyone but you. She said that it would be 'cliche' for Stu Machers daughter to kill people." Ethan laughed a little at what Mindy earlier had said about me.

I like Mindy, I guess. I don't know, it's not a good thing to like people. It's easier to choose few to hold dear. It makes it easier to protect them.

It wasn't my plan to fall in love with Ethan. After my mother died, I was lost. I had taken care of her for so long, that I had lost myself. But then I met Ethan. When we first met, we spent hours talking about our lost family. He had lost his mother as well, but also his older brother. Only that his brother was murdered.

If I could kill cancer, I would. But helping my inofficial boyfriend to kill his brothers murderers...

"Mindy won't be a problem for us." I said, smiling. I walked closer to Ethan, making him stop his pacing. I tilted my head and looked at him. His brown, curly hair. His brown eyes. He is so beautiful.

By helping him, I can make sure that he won't get hurt. It's dumb to underestimate the others. Ethan looked down at me.

"I'm, uhm, still unsure why you're helping me with this." He said, dancing around the subject. I took a step back, feeling a bit hurt.

"You don't trust me." I said quietly. Ethan shook his head.

"No, sure, I trust you, it's just that... I don't get why you want to help me."

He doesn't trust me. I looked down at the knife in my hand. Then I looked up at him. Suddenly, I lifted up the knife and quickly cut myself across my other arm. It burned, but I needed him to take me seriously. Respect me, dammit.

"What are you doing?!" Ethan exclaimed and quickly walked up to me. He took hold of my hands, so that I couldn't hurt myself more. I dropped the now bloody, red knife. His brown eyes stared at the open wound, then at me. I couldn't move since he was holding me. But I leaned closer and whispered into his ears.

"Don't you understand what I would do for you?"

I leaned back. Ethan stared at me for a moment before a slight amusement twinkled in his stars as a brief smile appeared on his lips.

"Really?" He said in disbelief. "I really appreciate your help. Even if you're fucking crazy."

I laughed, ignoring the blood which was starting to drop onto the floor.

"Am I crazier than you?" I asked back, challenging him. Not that it was ever a challenge. I was born to this. With the crazy. It's literally in my genes. Ethan was forced into it by his dad.

Ethan shook his head, still smiling. Then, while still holding onto my hands, he leaned in and softly locked his lips with mine. It may have started innocent, but the kiss quickly became very passionate.

I had never felt more alive. Kissing Ethan made me realise that I never wanted to leave his side. I will follow him, whether he wants me to or not. And one day, he will be as obsessed with me, as I am to him. I'll make sure of it.