Serial Killer~Billy Loomis~

Chapter six

CHAPTER SIX: video store

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"This is wonderful," Keiran crossed his arms. "How are we gonna apologize if everything we say is take out of context. I mean, I know I'm awful at comforting people, but come on!"

"I need your attention now, kids," principal Himbry's voice came from the speaker. "Due to the  recent events that have occurred effective immediately all classes are suspended until further noticed."

The study's cheered. Keiran groaned. "Does that mean I studied for the test for no reason?"

"The woodsboro police department has issued a citywide curfew beginning at nine o'clock tonight."

Keiran's turned to Billy. "My place or yours?"

"I'll meet you at yours," Billy smiled.
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"Are you gonna go to the party?" Keiran asked Billy.

"If you are." Billy replied, looking through the shelves of movies. "How about this one?" Billy picked up a horror movie.

Keiran raised an eyebrow. "Yes, after being arrested, accused of assault and attempted murder, a horror movie is definitely something we should watch. At least do one with supernatural creatures."

Billy smiled brightly at him. Unbeknownst to the two of them, there were two girls watching them. Until they heard Randy speaking loudly.

"There's always some stupid, bullshit reason to kill your best friend. That's the beauty of it all. The simplicity. Besides if it gets too complicated you lose your target."

"Does he know he's speaking, really loud?" Keiran questioned Billy.

"Well, heats their reason?" Stu questioned.

"Seriously? Me?" Kieran asked in offense.

Randy finally brought his voice down, whispering. Stu laughed aloud, pointing at him. Then continued to laugh. "No, I don't. At all."

"Probably dead! His body will come popping up in the last reel somewhere! Eyes gouged out, fingers cut off, teeth knocked out!"

Stu looked around.

Keiran crossed his arms.

"If they watched prom night, they'd save time! There's a formula to it! A VERY SIMPLE FORUMA! EVERYBODY'S A SUSPECT!"

"Hey, want to freak him out?" Keiran asked.

Everyone turned out his yelling gasping in shock. Stu mocked him, making a signal to show that he's crazy.

"I'm telling you the dad's a red herring." Randy turned out, only to be be grabbed by the front of his sweater by Billy, who was glaring at him. Randy's eyes widen.

"How do we know your not the killer?" Billy asked.

"Huh? Hi Billy," Randy faked a smile, still looking scared.

Stu walked up behind Randy, arms wrapped around the back of his neck.

"Maybe your movie freaked mind lost it's reality button, you ever think of that?"

"You're absolutely right. I'm the first to admit it, if this were a scary movie, I'd be the prime suspect."

"And what would be your motive?" Stu asked.

"It's the millennium," Randy turned back, breaking out of Stu's arms. "Motives are incidental."

"Motives are incidental," Billy repeated, grasping Randy's nose in between his pointer and thumb finger, he squeezed. He dropped his hand. "That's good."

Billy brought up his hand again, patting Randy's face.
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