Bloody Mary 2: A Scream Fan-fiction

XVI

Mickey is smiling at Mary, complete malice. "Yeah, she's been great, Mary. We would never have been able to do it without her." Mrs. Loomis looks to both Hallie and Mickey, proud. 

"And I couldn't have done it without you both. Now, who won the coin toss?" Hallie raises her hand at Mrs. Loomis, to say that she did. Nancy points the gun at her, quickly and simply shoots her. Mary and Stu flinch as the bullet through the forehead sends Hallie backwards, but neither's glare breaks towards the woman and Mickey. "Nice shot.." Mary sharply looks over Stu as he says this hidden compliment, causing him to throw his head down, realizing that it was inappropriate. 

Hallies body drops to the floor, dead. Mickey drops the camera, completely taken back and off guard. He looks to Nancy in confusion "what are you..." Nancy turns the gun on him and fires again. Mickey moves, the bullet catching him in the stomach, causing her to fire again, him taking another bullet. This time he drops to the floor, very dead. His body falls near Cotton who has remained suspiciously quiet through the whole thing. He eyes Mickeys knife that now lay near his wrists, not realizing that Stu was watching him closely. 

Mary and Stu turned to Mrs. Loomis in complete horror, but not surprised. "Nice kids but a little out there." Nancy twirled her fingers around her head as to say that Mickey was crazy. The pair both snorted at the irony, causing a glare from their best friends mother. 

"What are you going to do?" Nancy looked over at Stu and Mary, angry. 

"I'm going to finish what my son started, and the three of you couldn't finish." Mary looked at Stu confused, who had a stone cold look on his face. "Oh.. dear Bloody Mary... didn't you know. You were supposed to die as well." Mary looked over at her boyfriend, betrayed and angry. He shook his head at her quickly, trying to back pedal. 

"Mary..no. Nancy you'll never get away with this. He's injured but he's not dead. He'll be pissed." Mary was completely confused, and she was beginning to get pissed off. She helped him, and she was supposed to be a casualty? Billy's hurt? Stu has been lying to her? Stu looked at his girlfriend and shuddered at the look on her face, while Nancy's face held a look of amusement. "I'm not worried about what Billy will think. He was supposed to get rid of all the Prescotts. Enter Cotton."

Cotton looks up at the three on the stage, still trying to get himself free. "Think about it. An innocent man wrongly accused. Spends time in prison where he just sits with his rightful anger, waiting, planning his revenge. His life so ruined that he's forced to take revenge on the people responsible. It's perfect." Cotton shakes his head at the lady, exhausted and tired of fighting for his freedom. "Sorry Cotton, I guess you were just meant to be a killer."

Nancy moves over to Cotton, shrugging, and ignoring the glares from Mary and Stu, who were suspiciously quiet. "Who would you like to shoot first, Cotton?" Just then, Cotton leans up, freed from his bindings. Mary sees the knife, and scoots over while Nancy is distracted. Stu raised an eyebrow at the girl, while she put a finger to her mouth, as a "shh.." Mary lunges at Nancy with the knife, striking her and lodging it into her chest. Mary doesn't stop, stabbing the woman again, and again until she goes down. Dead. Blood splattered on her face. Bloody Mary.

"Thank God.. thought you'd never pull through." Mary looked over at Stu with a smirk on her face, proud of herself. Stu rushes to Cotton as he jumps to his feet, Cotton shrugging Stu off of him, getting out of the rest of his bindings. Mary looks at the stage, counting the body count, its mounting, and she takes a breath relieved. "God Cotton, what a nightmare.. we are so sorry." Mary shook her head at him. "Are we though Stu...?" Cotton stretches as Stu makes a face to his girlfriend, cringing. 

Stu shakes hands with Cotton, whispering apologies, while they seem to have a complete understanding. He doesn't see as he rises a knife, bringing it down in one swift, maniacal move, causing his body to jerk. He looks at him in shock, after he sits down, the knife in his back. Mary turns just in time, to see her boyfriend passed out, losing blood in the orchestra pit. Cotton turns towards her, knife in hand, causing Mary to sneer at him. "You mother fucker.."

Cotton moves to Mickeys body where the video camera lay and he pulls the tape from it. "It's perfect Mary. No one will ever suspect me. I have proof that I'm the victim." Mary shook her head at the man, angry, still watching her boyfriend to make sure he's breathing. 

"You don't want to make this mistake." Cotton holds up the video camera, murder evident in his eyes. "Yeah I do.. I get my revenge on you punks.. and some fast cash." Mary glares at him, not even blinking. "Its over Cotton.. it's done." 

Cotton looked over at Mary, "not until you're dead." Cotton lunges for her, Mary tears off slipping through the set door and heading backstage. She runs to the rear of the stage, moving in a narrow space that exists between the scrim and the back wall. She wasn't running from his problems, but rather preparing for the end game. She almost makes it when Cotton rips through almost reaching her. "Shit!"

Mary ducks, bypassing him and comes to the stage door, finding it locked. She turns, seeing the metal ladder that's attached to the wall, leading to the catwalk above. She goes for it, climbing up the ladder at lightning speed. Cotton is up and running, close behind her. Mary reaches the top, and takes off towards the end where Cotton reaches her, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her- her back hits the metal floor hard. She groans in pain, as she sees Cotton tower over her, knife in hand.

"Not today Bitch." Mary kicks Cotton in the stomach, causing him to drop the knife in surprise. He's now powerless, and she has the upper hand. She gets back up on her feet, heading towards him, when he rolls over, trying to throw a punch at her. She grinds her teeth in anger, swiping the knife at him as his fist flies towards her, cutting his arm deeply. Cotton screams out in pain, while Mary smirks in delight. "You think you can hurt me, my boyfriend and my best friend without consequences. No. I killed my sister, and I'm gonna kill you."

Cotton backs up in fear, as Mary grabs him by the neck, throwing him against the wall, almost strangling him. His face begins to turn read, and his eyes begin to bulge at the lack of oxygen, a smirk crawling across her face. "Please... don't" Mary laughed sadistically at him, pissed off and irritated. "No. You lost any chance when you stabbed Stu." Mary took the hunting knife, and sliced Cotton's throat, his blood spraying her face as she watched him choke and die. 

Mary climbed down the from the cat walk, and leaned against the wall, tired, and exhausted. She slumps against the wall, before she realizes and runs over to Stu, lifting him up. "I'm fine... I'll be fine Mary.." Mary heard the ambulance, and lifted her boyfriend up, moving him outside. "Wait.. Billy." Stu shook his head tiredly at her, but the EMT took him while she went back in. Mary saw him in the sound room, breathing labored, and a bloody mess. She screamed, a blood curdling scream, when another EMT came and got him, rushing him out. 

Mary sat on the floor, no one even questioning her being a bloody mess, sobbing. A heart wrenching noise that she never heard from herself, as the two boys she loved the most were close to death. Her eyes turned cold, and her demeanor changed. A different girl from a couple weeks ago. She numbly walked over to the ambulance, and sat beside Billy, holding his hand. Stu would understand, he wasn't as bad. The EMT looked at her sympathetic, as silent tears ran down her face. The sirens muffled as her mind went a mile a minute, not a single person questioning her mental state or the blood on her face.