You let out a deep sigh as you pulled your mask over your face, hiding it from anyone's eyes. You pulled your cloak up over your head, making you disappear into the darkness. Tears threatened to fall but you refused to let them. Not here, not right now.
As you crept up towards Sidney Prescott's house, you were unaware of the other cloaked figure following you, mirroring your every move. Stu's eyes stayed on you.
Stu had been watching you for months now, waiting for this day to come. He remembered that day so clearly. He remembered staring into his best friend's eyes, tearing filling his as he held him. He remembered Billy's pained expression and his last words.
Stu thought about Billy's words often. Though Billy was choking on his own blood, Stu heard him clearly. Every decision Stu has made since that day always made him think of those coughed up words.
"Take care of him/her, Stu."
Stu promised Billy after that, he promised Billy and himself that he'd protect you at any cost. Since that day, he had watched your every move. Watched as you walked home from work, making sure no one was to cause you any sort of harm. Watched as you attempted to make new friends. Watched every little thing you did.
Billy's last words weren't the only thing he couldn't get out of his head. It was your ear-piercing scream and running footsteps as your eyes landed on Billy and saw the state he was in. He watched and listened as you cried, holding onto Billy, begging him to be okay.
For months, the only thing you could think of was his expression that day, as it faded and he died in your arms. You saw him in your dreams, you saw him while you were awake, you couldn't escape him. And it was all Sidney's fault.
She did this to him, she did this to us.
She was going to pay for this.
You snuck into the house, already knowing Sidney was alone. You were going to avenge him. He would've done the same for you.
Stu lurked around on the other side of the house, peaking through the window. He could just barely see through the crack of the curtains. He could see as you threw Sindey down to the floor, standing over top of her with a knife clenched in your gloved hands. He watched carefully, his mind racing. You wore Billy's outfit. His mask. He knew that was Billy's. You had somehow gotten it before the cops did and took it in as evidence.
As he was thinking about the mask, blood splattering all around the room snapped him out of his thoughts. You had done it. Sidney's body laid on the floor, lifeless. He watched as you stood there, staring at her. He didn't even have to see your face to know there were tears spilling from your eyes.
You could feel the weight lifted off your chest as you let out a deep sigh. You cleaned the blood off of the knife with your glove. It was over. You had done it. You had done it for Billy. You had done it for yourself.
You took a few minutes and came back to your thoughts. You needed to leave now. So you did. You calmly walked out of the house, lifting the mask off your face. You carried it all of the way home, tightly clenched in your fists.
Stu still followed you. He was only going to go home when you were safe and sound back in your house. He had felt proud. You had successfully done it, and were unharmed in the process. He watched as you opened the front door to your house and stepped inside.
You were safe.
