Prologue

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STOP! DID YOU READ THE AUTHOR NOTE BEFORE THIS CHAPTER? IF NOT GO BACK AND READ IT!
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I AM FUCKING SERIOUS READ THE DAMN WARNINGS AND TRIGGERS PLEASE!!! RANDY IS GOING TO BE EXTREMELY EXTREMELY OUT OF CHARACTER. THIS STORY WILL PROBABLY GET DARK! I AM TALKING ABOUT DUB-CON (DUBIOUS CONSENT) AND MAYBE CNC (CONSENSUAL NON-CONSENT) AMONG OTHER THINGS!!!
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September 28, 1995

Maureen Prescott stood at the front, watched as her secret lover got in his, and back out of her driveway. Her husband was gone on a business trip. Her daughter was out with her friends soon to return. Once Cotton Weary's car disappeared out of her sight she shut the door and walked up the stairs to the bedroom she shares with her husband and climbed into bed. Unknown to her there were two teenage boys hiding in her closet.

Stu Macher and Billy Loomis waited in Billy's girlfriend, Sidney's, bedroom. They watched as Cotton Weary and Maurren walked out of the master bedroom and down the stairs. They waited until they were out of sight before quietly sneaking across the hall and I to Maureen's bedroom, hiding in her closet and waiting for her to come back upstairs.

Billy had found out a month ago why his mother had left him and his sister alone with his father. A man had found him and showed him a video of his father at a hotel not far from Sunrise Studios. He stood outside of a room on the second level and when the door opened Billy was in complete shock at first before anger took over. His girlfriend's mother Maureen Prescott opened the door and kissed his father before pulling him into the room.

They had been having an affair for weeks, maybe months. He didn't know who the stranger that showed him the video was, just that he wanted revenge on Maureen and came up with a crazy scheme to kill her. Billy fought with himself for days just thinking about it. But the more he did the more it pissed him off. So he took the strangers advice and recruited his best friend Stu Macher. He was easy to manipulate onto doing anything.

He also knew that deep down Stu had a dark side to him. The stranger suggested having a partner so if something went wrong he had someone to put all the blame on. He was hoping he wouldn't have to do that, but he would if it meant getting away. At first he joked around with Stu. They watched a bunch of horror movies one night at Stu's place and he casually brought up how it would feel to kill someone.

Stu was all for it talking about how he'd sometimes imagine stabbing someone and what it would feel like the hit bone. He told Billy that when he would go hunting with his dad how he would sometimes imagine that he was gutting a person instead of a deer. Billy knew he chose the right person to be his partner. "What if we actually did it? We could watch a bunch of movies, take notes, make up a plan and follow through."

At first Stu laughed it off like he was joking. "I'm serious. If we do it right we won't get caught. Just one person, just to see how it feels and that's it. Come on, man, you can't say you wouldn't love to do it. You're just as fucked up as I am." Stu thought about it for a few minutes before slowly nodding and letting a huge grin spread across his face. "Yeah, okay, let's do it. But who would we kill?" Billy sat back, smiling at the thought of finally getting his revenge.

That's how they ended up where they are now. Just a little convincing on his end that if Maureen were to stay around she could possibly break up Stu's mom and dad. Sure his parents were never home but his parents were happy together and loved their kids. It took a little effort to convince him but eventually Stu agreed. After all, everyone in town knew Maureen Prescott was a whore.

When she walked back into the bedroom, crawled into bed, and turned the lights out, the boys waited for ten more minutes before they quietly opened the closet doors and hovered over the queen sized bed. They both gripped a Buck 120 hunting knife with an eight inch blade in their gloved hand. Billy pulled him up until it was level with the side of his face and brought it down hard, stabbing Maureen in the chest. Her eyes shot open at the sudden white hot pain that shot through her.

Before she got the chance to scream, Billy stabbed her again and again. Stu gripped his knife, wrapping both hands around the handle, brought it up over his head and brought it down into her stomach. He repeated his actions one, two, three, four more times before stepping back. They both watched as she slid from the bed, falling onto the beige carpet, staining red with blood.

They let her think she could make it to the door by pulling herself across the floor before stabbing her repeatedly again. When she was finally dead, Stu cut her from groin to sternum, gutting her and leaving her like that. Billy looked across the room and smiled when he saw the dark blue dress coat on the chair in the corner. Cotton Weary had left it there, forgetting to pick it up and taking it with him. It was perfect. They had already planned on framing him. This just helped them succeed in it.

When they heard a car door shut outside Billy slipped the coat on and they rushed downstairs. Stu snuck out the patio door on the opposite side of the house so as to not be seen while Billy waited for Sidney to get closer. He wanted her to see him leave wearing the jacket so when they found it in Cotton's car she would identify him as the one she saw leaving the night of the murder.

When everything was all said and done Stu dropped Billy off at home, his sister was alone and his father was still at his office. He couldn't wait to see the news in the morning. He would rush to Sidney's side and comfort her and be there for her. He would act as the supportive boyfriend. Only that wouldn't be enough for her to pull away from him later one when they word got out that not only was Maureen Prescott brutally murdered, but was also raped before hand.

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