𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙇 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆 - 𝑺𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎

Eight

Jacqui continued to speedwalk, knowing there was a frat party at the theater, that must've been where this final act took place. But then she knew for sure when she heard something like a gunshot. Her black sneakers were now blood-stained and dragged against the grassy ground as she continued her way, leaving a trail of her own blood.

She was getting major deja-vu. Only this time the adrenaline didn't help her determination to survive, but to get even.

Jacqui kept going for what felt like forever, the theater getting closer and closer as she clutched her stab wound that one of her bestest friends had given her. She didn't know what she was planning to do, but she didn't stop moving until she finally entered, being backstage.

But then she heard a sound, speaking. It started faint but the second she realized what that meant, her consciousness started to return.

"Now who's doing that?!" The voice asked loudly. Mickey. "Could that be . . . the mystery guest waiting in the wings?" Jacqui started moving again, listening closely. "Told ya I had a partner! Surprise cameo, just for you."

There were footsteps followed by a light gasp from who Jacqui soon figured was Sidney. "Gale," Jacqui furrowed her brows. That couldn't be right. "Mrs. Loomis?" A complete look of confusion and shock washed over Jacqui's face, because since when was she here?

"Billy's mother!" Mickey yelled with a laugh. "Nice twist, huh? Didn't see it coming, did ya?"

No, Jacqui definitely didn't.

She stepped forward to the stage cautiously, not wanting to be noticed. She barely got a glimpse at the reporter who had talked to her just earlier that day. Jacqui very quietly murmured a curse and went back to where she was, listening continuously.

"It can't be." Gale spoke in disbelief, "I've-I've seen pictures of you,"

"This is sixty pounds and a lot of work later," Sidney replied.

"It's called a makeover, you should try it," Mrs. Loomis said. "You look a little tired yourself there, Gale."

"So, you two were in this together?" Gale asked.

"Yeah, well, had to have financing," Mickey said. "Tuition's expensive. Deb, there, my backer. We met on the internet. Psycho website. Classifieds."

"There's only an estimated ninety-seven active serial killers in the country today," Mrs. Loomis clarified. "So, Mickey, here, was quite a find. Definitely one on the way up. All he needed was a little guidance and nurturing."

"As only a mother can do," Sidney remarked.

"Told you it was gonna work," Mickey said. "Wait till the trail! It is gonna rock!'

"Aw, Mickey," Mrs. Loomis spoke with false sympathy. "There's not gonna be a trial."

A collection of gunfire suddenly filled the auditorium. Jacqui lightly gasped and her hand flew to her mouth, knowing exactly what that all meant.

"Gale!" Jacqui barely heard Sidney shout, followed by some crashing. Jacqui had her back against the wall, the stage behind her. Her hand stayed over her open jaw as tears started to pour down again, now under the impression two of her closest friends were dead, even if one of them tried to kill her.

"Two birds, one stone," Mrs. Loomis spoke. "Oh, Mickey was a good boy, but, my God, that whole blame-the-movies motive. Did you buy that for one second? Poor boy was completely out of his mind."