Killer Kings

Chapter 3: Meeting Billy Loomis

The sound of a woman screaming as she's stabbed to death wakes me from my spot on the couch. It takes me a minute to realize that I'm on the couch and not in my new bedroom in my comfortable bed. Once I do, I try to remember why I'm on the couch and not in my room.

Phone call last night.

"That's right, I fell asleep waiting on my Ghostdaddy's." I mumble to the thought in my head as last night comes back to me. I don't really know what came over me last night, but the fact I had been talking to an actual killer had caused an intense thrill to shoot through me.

Then, when I found out that I wasn't talking to one, but two killers...it almost became too much for me to handle. All I could think about was the feeling of being in danger, but instead of being afraid like a normal human being, I was excited.

I vaguely wonder if that's normal.

As I turn off the screaming woman, which is my alarm on my phone, I wonder if they'll call me back tonight. The thought has my blood running as my heart races in anticipation. Maybe this time they'll actually come inside instead of tease me by staying outside. We could all have a horror movie marathon here on the couch or in my room.

I run up to my room and quickly get dressed as I think about how today will go. I start school today, and I'm supposed to meet this girl named Sidney Prescott as my tour guide. I'm used to being the new girl at school, but I can barely focus on anything other than my two mystery killers.

I wonder who they are.

After getting dressed, I sit at my desk and pull out a pair of razor earrings that I made last winter after surviving and pulling myself out of my suicidal mental state. It's actually why I have such a love for all things horror because it was a big part of my healing process. Granted, the healing process I went through was out of the box, but I'm not about to go down memory lane.

Grabbing my black side bag with little slasher patches stitched into it, I head downstairs and out the door. I can't lock the door since I don't even have a key, and I hope that no random strangers decide to go inside. I make a mental note to call my mother after school about that.

Getting into my black dodge charger, I smirk in pride as the car loudly rumbles when I start it. I rev the engine excitedly, the sound probably being heard for miles around, before backing up and putting the car in drive. I twist the wheel as I slam my foot on the gas, causing me to swerve around in my slightly larger than normal driveway.

Not slowing down, I tear out of the driveway and race down the street, swerving in between honking cars as I race down the road. The thrill of the danger that comes with potentially being hit makes me laugh hysterically.

I've always loved the way my blood rushes when my adrenaline shoots through the roof, making me laugh and giggle with a hint of insanity mixed in. Euphoria floods my veins, making my laughter start to twist into an insane one, but I don't care.

If you lived the life I have, you'd have more than a few screws loose, too.

I swerve into the school's parking lot, the sound of my car rumbling making everyone's head turn to look at me. I slam on the brake as I twist into a parking space, my car being slightly diagonal instead of the correct way and turn my car off.

Getting out of the car, I move my seat forward to grab my bag from the back seat before slamming my car door shut. I lock my car before turning to look at dozens of eyes staring at me in shock, awe, concern, and slight fear.

"What?! You never seen a girl drive before or somethin'??" I ask loudly in a sarcastic tone, and nearly everyone turns away from me as they go back to whatever they had been doing. Smirking wickedly, I head over to the girl that's smiling and waving at me like my own personal fangirl, motioning me over to her.