Bloody Mary 2: A Scream Fan-fiction

IX

Derek watches his friend intently, trying to read her and figure out if Randy hurt her in anyway. Mary was avoiding eye contact with him, so he wouldn't see the tear streaks from earlier on in the night. He walked towards her, slowly, and carefully. "I had the four o'clock shift. You weren't there, and we were worried." Mary still wouldn't look him in the eyes, but shook her head no. Derek sighed, before coming closer to her. 

"I don't know what happened in woodsboro, with you and Billy, Mary. But I know you don't trust me." Mary finally looked up at the boy in front of her, the desperate but cute boy who wouldn't leave her alone. Mary smiled, a fake one, but he wouldn't know that, before moving to stand next to him. "It's not you Derek. I don't trust myself.. I tend to make.. lets call it, selection errors." Derek nodded, understanding but upset the same. He was understanding that she'd never choose him, and that Stu would always land on top. 

"Then I'll make it easier for you. I like you, and I'm crazy for you. But I'm gonna stay away, until you say otherwise." A long moment between the two, Derek looking at the girl in front of him, hoping she would indeed say otherwise. The silence was awkward, before Mary showed no expression on her face. She'd always choose the boys she killed with, over the college boys she'd just met. "I'm sorry Derek." Derek nods, understanding almost, but a stone hard look on his face. He turns away from her, and walks away, not looking back. Not even once.

 -Back with Giselle- 

Giselle walks back and forth with a cellular attached to her ear. Stu was leaning against the van, listening in, and watching her. Gale was talking on the phone, Stu listening intently. "The interview's not going to happen, I've changed my mind and have harassed the girl enough. It's in bad taste, and a bad idea." Giselle hangs up the phone, and looks up to see Stu, who was smiling at her. "What made you change your mind about Mary? Turning into a better person suddenly, not wanting to follow in your shit sisters footsteps."

Giselle scoffed and turned away from the boy, who seemed to only want to toy with her. He followed her, looking to meet her eyes. "I know you aren't a good person. I also know that you're an aging reporter who, despite huge success only because of Gale, has some serious self worth issues, and a complete bitch with a cell phone."  Giselle looked at the young boy in front of her, shocked by his harsh words, and cold look on his face. His blue eyes piercing hers completely to the core. She sucked in a breath, before deciding to egg him on, responding. "And where did you get your Giselle Weathers insight?"

Stu approaches her, standing almost chest to chest with her, before looking up to take a thought. Giselle is almost intimidated by him, when he makes eye contact with her again. "After I was stabbed, 4 times, I was laid up for quite a while. Gave me some time to do some research on people who might bother my girlfriend." The two are nearly touching, Giselle flustered, while Stu is just annoyed with the conversation. Just in time, Randy appears, who also was caught off guard by the presence of Stu Macher.

"What'd I miss?" Giselle backs away from Stu, breathless, while the look on Stu's face that was cold never left him. Suddenly Giselle's phone started ringing, she eyes Stu then hands the phone to Randy. She points at him knowingly "I'm not here." Randy takes the phone, answering it. 

"Hello?" A pause on the other line, before they ask for Giselle. Randy covers for her, saying she wasn't here right now, but the man on the phone knew otherwise. Randy motions to Giselle and Stu, to imply that it was the killer on the phone. He points around the campus, mouthing to her "he's watching", when Giselle grabs Stu, the two race off, across the grassy area where the students are coming and going. Randy remains on the phone, to keep the man talking.

"So.. uh, what's your favorite scary movie Billy" Silence on the line, no answer. 

"They'll never find me. And it's not Billy" Randy eyes Giselle and Stu as they move through the crowd, Giselle wanting to find the person who called her, while Stu wanted to find the person who tried to hurt Mary. "What do you care? Let them have their fun. What's up?"

"What's your favorite scary movie." Randy has been preparing for this question, for years, and he's no longer convinced it's the same boy who shot him two years ago, the same one who threatened him because he didn't die. "Showgirls. Absolutely frightening. What's yours.. oh let me guess. The house on sorority row? Final Exam? The dorm that dripped blood? Am I close?"

"Closer than you think" Randy begins to go on a tirade, back and forth, getting fired up just like he always does. "So what's your deal? Can we talk openly for a sec? How does one become a serial killer huh? Are you a psychopath or just merely psychotic. Were you slapped around as a child, or is it hereditary? You know, have you tried getting laid? It does wonders for my homicidal tendencies." Randy isn't letting the voice get a word in, completely over the trend that his ex best friends had caused. 

"Do you want to die?" Randy rolled his eyes at the washed up, recycled script. "Gee.. let me think, is that the best you can do? Some tired, hand me down rehash. Hey pal, no ones gonna write a book about you, no movie rights, nothing. I've been through this before and much better might I add." Randy won't let up, he keeps dissing the voice on the phone. The call is one sided now, completely silent on the other end. He's letting all his anger out. 

"And if you're such a brilliant killer, why copycat? Why not be original? Lets pioneer some new ground, make a statement, go down in history" Billy and Stu overhear Randy yelling, causing Stu to separate from Billy and they both watch him, eyes dark, hoping he wouldn't mention them or Mary. Unfortunately, Randy's filter is gone. Randy is still yelling at the man on the phone. "Now you'll always be the Woodsboro copycat killer, which is lame. It's like a bad sequel, and why Woodsboro? What about Manson, Buddy, Son of Sam? Why imitate three high school loser ass dickheads."

Mary has joined her friends now, all of them pissed off at hearing Randy blurt something that he was warned not to blurt out, but he doesn't realize that he was being watched or that he was going too far. "I knew the kids. Stu Macher was a wussy ass wet rag, Mary Prescott was a shadow in her sisters spotlight, completely jealous and no personality of her own, and Billy- Jesus- what a rat-looking homo-repressed, mama's boy!" Billy went to step forward, but was stopped by Stu and Mary. All three were pissed, but they didn't want to cause any unnecessary attention. Mary moves to step forward, Stu by her side to handle the situation, when everything turns.

Suddenly, the new van door that Randy was sitting in front of rips open. A ghost masked figure lunges out grabbing Randy by the neck, quickly and precisely. A hard yank , and Randy is pulled into the back of the van, the door slamming shut behind him. "Oh my god.." Mary whispers, putting a hand over her mouth while Billy and Stu stand behind her. Billy has a signature smirk on his face, while Stu is trying not to laugh. "That's what he gets for outing us." Stu breaks, laughing while Mary spins around and hits the boy playfully agains the chest. "Shut up!" 

Giselle runs back to the news van, hearing sirens in the distance, and she finds Randy no where around. "Randy? Randy??" Giselle does a look around, squinting from the sun light. "Where did he go.." She looks over and sees the main three around the corner, and lifts an eyebrow, but the three were just as curious as she was. Giselle does a loop around her van, moving to the sliding side of the door. She opens the door, causing Randy's body to fall out, blood everywhere and his throat slit. Giselle's scream is heard all over campus. Mary hits the two boys in a panic, and they all leave, not wanting a trace of themselves anywhere near Randys murder.. especially after he name dropped all three of them.